On the way, we all have an old face

In the morning, I woke up in the struggle of nightmare. I opened the notebook and threw myself into the soft chair. The open skirt spread all over the floor immediately. The speaker that sees QQ messages keeps flashing, click on. But I saw a long-lost friend. I was a little touched when I saw her familiar face. I thought that all the people I once knew in this world had forgotten me. Seeing her, I began to pick up the beauty of memory again. I just want to write something and record my feelings. After so many days, I was tightly wrapped by busyness, and only my students were thinking the most. Life is in a state of tension and tiredness……… It seems that I can’t see the edge….. I also thought of a person at that time, feeling that he was so far away now. The person who once said that he would like to learn from each other for the rest of his life had already melted in his heart like a bubble. I don’t want to let such debris remain in my heart. But the heart cannot be controlled. In the twinkling words, in the dream-like memories, in the overlapping of every night and every day, what I saw was only my growing and aging appearance. At this time, I tightened my body in the chair and looked at the outside day. It was just Sunny, and there was already the darkness of rain. The sky in Beijing is just like the human heart, which is unpredictable and unpredictable. One day, the sun makes your skin open, and one day, it is so cold that you want to wrap a quilt and live like this. However, the warm and cool weather can no longer irritate the bones in the skin. Bones protect the heart, and the impulse to dream has been rejected in my heart. It seems that it is really beginning to decline and grow old……….. In my heart, it is inevitable, and infinite sadness. Inadvertently, I lost myself at a loss. The process of getting lost is so simple. Simple without any modification. Perhaps, the past is as real and unreal as a dream, but on the way, I feel lost and unhappy. On the way, I saw a lonely dog stopping quietly, with weak eyes showing help and mercy. I just want to wrap my clothes tighter. Nothing is more important than fear of being hurt at that moment. The idea of adopting this dog flashed through my heart, but there was too much fear in my heart. Fear of the germs filled with it, fear of its attack on itself, fear of giving it food but its lonely eyes for help when leaving. So, close your eyes and say gently: forgive ~! I just walk on the road. Someone once told me that you should stop. Instead of always on the road like this. I feel that I can’t control it. Only on the road, I will be comfortable and calm. When I stay, I will feel that there is no sustenance and no dependence. Maybe I like it or get used to seeing different things on the road ~! Some people also say that if there is a stable relationship, maybe everything will pass. However, I have always been afraid, because I always keep what I saw on the road in my heart, which will affect my feelings. When I gain feelings and love, I actually find out. Things on the road have been deeply engraved in my heart. Harvest and still fear. It seems that I can’t get rid of the nightmare I met on the road…… I am eager for good things, but I feel that my nerves are against good things. There is something unclear in the blood. Sometimes calm and dignified, sometimes galloping and howling. Thought has become the domination of life in confusion and meditation. Life is living between demotion and praise. How come the word “life. It just means that it can vividly interpret life. On the way, passers-by are in a hurry and can’t see the sadness brought by rainy days. He gives you a mask and you return to him. A mask is just a wonderful nightmare that makes life Occupy life. The embodiment of the mask tells the truth in sleep. Who knows how to grow is the dawn dark or bright?

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