If natural is not easy

It is very hard to wake up naturally without setting the alarm clock and being awakened by a complicated dream. After waking up, I realized that the sky was bright. Outside came the boiling of the opening ceremony. I was still lying on the bed, drawing a clear line from the bustle that had nothing to do with myself. The mobile phone was not turned off overnight, and I was pressed under the pillow to receive radiation all night, for such a period of time, I was a little paranoid that I would receive some phone calls, because I didn’t clear my inbox in time in the previous period, so I didn’t receive any text messages a week, which was originally a common thing, but it seems to have lost many scenes that I should have experienced unintentionally. Those people who asked me the reason afterwards finally reminded me of my fault, but I couldn’t know it anyway, what kind of words, warmth or sharpness did you say to me in that week? I felt that I suddenly fell out of life in that week, but in fact, I was still living all the time, I tried hard to recall what I had done that week. I went to self-study, self-study, Duras, and duras. I thought I was still alive at all, even though I didn’t receive various information, even if it floats outside of life, even China Mobile has nothing to do with the pressure of Gu mobile phone under the pillow. It has not been turned off overnight. It is long or short for a night. I am not waiting for a phone call, I don’t know what I am waiting? Waiting to Be remind? Waiting for manipulation or arrangement? I think the state of my sleep is the state of shutdown. The dormitory life should gradually erase my habit of closing my eyes before turning off the lights. I always take the initiative to pull myself into the darkness consciously, in some details, I really hate passivity. Even though I am gentle and quiet, many people know that I am very harsh on myself, and I always bring myself to a certain situation, consciously or unconsciously, the darkness I closed my eyes was like a cliff that jumped actively. No one could stop me from refusing, hugging or curling up in the corner. I thought I was somewhat anxious, the more calm I am, the more violent I am. The Hidden Dreams always wake me up for no reason. When there is no alarm clock, I will also be woken up. Some people say that what wakes me up every day is not the alarm clock, but the dream. I don’t know when to remind me, I don’t know what to remember me, those dreams that split up when waking up, those looming dreams, sometimes I can’t see through or guess, I have been walking on the edge of the street, walking in the narrow bulge, walking alone all the way, But it is not separated from xuanxiang, but a slight deviation is falling. Even if it falls, it is only a trap of about 20cm, then I will fall into your world and walk through the red street lamp, I don’t know how to cross the road. Every time I face the crossroads, I feel nervous, but I often cross the road alone. Every time I remember someone saying that you can’t cross the road in a day when you stand like this, so I walked up. The galloping car flew over my shoulder. I couldn’t recognize its brand. I looked at its bright color. Even if it was black, that color could be remembered at a glance, all you have is desire, not even dreams. Now I am not used to closing my eyes before turning off the lights. I feel as if I have a sense of security. Even if I face the sudden darkness, I can still touch the bed with the night light, I can still hold my mobile phone, where there is a phone, reminding me all the time that I am still remembered, and I still have warm comfort here. To be honest, I always feel that what I am lying on now is not the bed. What kind of quilt I am covering, how my fingertips are scratched, at night, I am not tapping the keyboard, I don’t want to kiss at all because of the rising melancholy and thick acid panthenate. This quilt without the smell of the Sun covers my body every night. Autumn eve is early, Cold is coming, I am still dreaming, thin and warm every night. I closed my eyes, did I really fall asleep? I fell asleep, did I really stop thinking? You thought I closed my eyes, you thought I fell asleep, you couldn’t see my sleep, just like you couldn’t see my eyes at night. Night, do you still have fingers? Can you still play the piano? Can you still understand smiling. I talked more and more in my sleep. My roommate reminded me whether I was under too much pressure. I didn’t know the reason. I unconsciously disclosed secrets or scheming to the night. It was so important that I unconsciously swallowed and nobody indulged in drunkenness, but at night, you can know your secret, just like in a dream, there is no secret, name, phone number, address flying all over the sky resume, remind me to really find, the recruitment telephone in Shanghai told me that I was still there. This girl, as well as the name of temperature, could still dream. In fact, I really didn’t want to sleep last night. I wanted to watch a movie like “hairpin orange” or “Russian doll”. I just didn’t want to sleep. I knew there was no good dream, I know dreams will wake up, I know there will be such a tomorrow, waking up and sleeping will come sooner or later, I know there is such a self, walking and stopping will appear sooner or later, I don’t know if anyone has ever said that spring is late and autumn is early. When I look at the fallen leaves after the rain, I suddenly think of my different life. My classmates in Shanghai told me that the temperature there is 32 degrees, I know you are still wearing short sleeves, I wore a scarf, light brown, the same color as fallen leaves. It floated in the air. This dry autumn made my breath a little difficult. I knew I would meet you sooner or later. Spring, summer, in autumn and winter, I think of milky white scarves and hats. I think about how to wrap myself constantly. I don’t want to show up in Snowflakes. I want to bury myself, but I can’t afford the cemetery, I don’t want to close my eyes, even if I know that I will wake up tomorrow. There is no infinite beauty without death, whether you put yourself in a silver bottle engraved with roses and thorns and drift along the sea, I am are so obsessed with this sentence, autumn is still you, remind me that I will die, how beautiful it is, death is as beautiful as autumn leaves. I don’t want to argue with you whether death is beautiful or sentimental. It is close to us. We meet day by day. It is still far away from us. I don’t know how to meet it, night, please help me, I want to fall asleep, I don’t want to watch movies any more, but I still sleep obediently, because according to the public’s reminder, sleeping late is very harmful to girls, and I often forget that I am a girl. OK, I will go to bed, girls need to be maintained. Well, my girl is never what you see. I can do what you do or don’t do together. I, a girl, will be awakened by dreams. The pillow without fragrance, holding my rotating head every night, I can’t remember what words I have said and what words I have written, only the night and those roommates who didn’t fall asleep, you may have no way to know my Dreamtalk. Words were invented from dreams. In fact, all the words we wrote were Dreamtalk, but a big dream woke up naturally, I woke up early on autumn eve. I typed words in the quilt with the noise of the opening ceremony in my ear. Will you be remembered? When you come here, you will leave sooner or later and fall asleep, I would wake up sooner or later. I didn’t talk in a dream, I am I was awake and knocked. All my words were in a dream, because I came from the night, from the long night and dream you didn’t know. Good morning, today. On September 17th, 2011, I laid on a small bed in an apartment of Jilin University Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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