A lot of wild thoughts floated out of the topic quietly, and a few boring and beautiful words were written from time to time in the draft book. It took so long to remember the trembling world floating overhead.
? Do you remember the sunrise and sunset that winter? The red sun is warm in winter, the wintersweet is fragrant and fragrant, and the orchids in the bedroom are also preparing to bloom.
? There are some English problems on my desk, but I am reading the dust under it. At that time, I could hear the wind, see the rain, smell the fragrance of osmanthus, and see the girls jumping like rabbits. It's raining, and when they are all sleeping and resting on their desks, I will also look up and smile. In class, I will look at the disappearing clouds. In the window behind the classroom, on the opposite green hill, I will quietly tell me that if my heart is not full of flowers, it will be full of weeds.
? I always like a quiet atmosphere. I secretly hid in the library to read novels. I sat alone on the top floor of the canteen, waiting for the sunrise. I occasionally write a composition to record my life. I also watch sunsets in the past. Seems worried and does nothing. There are always a lot of people pointing at me in droves. After walking for so long, it seems that I have gradually become accustomed to the lonely eyes in front of everyone and remain silent. I no longer walk among people, I like walking.
? In the middle of the earthly garden, there is a beautiful peony flower. I walked in the corner to protect my little platycodon grandiflorum.
? I once thought that the relaxed environment was suitable for my thoughts to spread infinitely, and the surging sea of hearts shouted in the sky. Later, I found that it was just confined to the comfort zone, listless, groaning, vulnerable and unable to find comfort.
? Later, I found that this semester, besides reading forty stories, I only listened to more than 900 hours of music, created several blank documents in my notebook, and scattered old photos under the bed, losing half the meaning of life.
? You didn't come to earth to complain about life. You can't simply introduce yourself by constantly enriching your mind and then smile at your own shadow. How can you give up? Giving up is just a fragile crack. In reality, the freedom of secrets will make you strong and mature.
? I don't know if I will encounter the rain that drips on my heart for fifteen seconds. Clouds that come and go become dizzy on the first step of the stairs. My hair is long and I can feel where the wind is blowing, so I will keep an eye on it.
? When my vision is getting smaller and smaller, I will not drift with the tide in the era of big data, and my understanding of myself will become more and more profound. Of course, fewer and fewer people will have an affair with me. There is no need to put yourself in a place where there is no confluence to be lonely, and there is no need to deliberately cater to the aesthetics of the crowd. How to live comfortably and how to live.
? Rainy days are suitable for listening to cello Bach. Even the trees want to shake the branches and draw on the easel. The raindrops shaken off the leaves hit the glass and reflected colorful light. Follow fate and pass by the world.
? Suddenly I remembered Xu Zhimo's words, "I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud."