Youth, this bright sadness!

Youth, this bright sadness!

Leaning against the window, holding the cheek, looking at the sky, thinking hard, the trickling raindrops gave out the past bit by bit, and the context turned out to be the outline of youth. A flash of lightning hit the youth, which was so dazzling. From then on, we named it sad. I won’t cry.

Autumn night Zoubi

Recently, I was busy setting up a company, so I didn’t have time to write something in my heart. During the busy time, there will be some feelings suddenly. When writing for books, they will be disturbed by the following trifles. Time, just like this, went through the city and refused to slow down, passed