Impermanence. Life is changeable, and the world is changeable. Impermanence. Because of experience, I understand. I always feel that this sentence is so real and appropriate. It’s better to be more mature than peers to identify, sigh, or experience too much, encounter too much, know too much, I don’t believe it, how could I have such an extraordinary endurance? In fact, it seems nothing now. It’s just holding on with the belief that I must live. What’s the matter, right, nothing, nothing happened to me for fifteen years. Ordinary as me, hypocrisy as me, cowardice as me. Gentle like a cup of plain boiled water, which is harmless to myself before. I have great enthusiasm for some things I want to do and some people I have to face. I find that when I do this, but I often can’t get what I want in return for my enthusiasm. They, they, they don’t care so much. They, they, they didn’t treat the later generations as attentively as I did. Most of the time, I look on coldly. I have too many doubts about enthusiasm. I will not keep looking for someone to talk or chatter. I will not invest too much curiosity and bustle in my life, the nerves always feel that something has broken, forever broken. No one will know that in the empty night, the pain and tears torn repeatedly see the warm sunshine every day, I always need to hide my tears first. There will always be some friends around me. Even if I am with them, I don’t have that kind of deep happiness, they can’t feel my feelings either. I still allow them to stay by my side. Even if I am dissatisfied with their noise, I will still smile or bring sadness that others can’t perceive, gradually, I became noisy with them and learned not to care so much. Gradually, it didn’t matter to everything because I knew that after a lot of pain had passed, happiness is bound to come. In order to welcome happiness, I must keep smiling at this moment so that I won’t feel pain. But if I lose something, I always think that there are so many roads in life, which one can lead to the end of happiness. Fierce, decisive, and hot. Hee hee ha ha, crazy. Careless, heartless. Like algae, I grow up hastily and messy in my own way, express tactfully and gently in a gentle way that I don’t understand. My essence is so fierce and close to destruction, the edge is hard zigzag, which cuts the surface of the world, and flows out the black hypocritical rotten juice, which is strong and easy to do, I am hard, this is my shell. All the disguised spikes are to protect myself. I am determined children like it or not. I have my own small universe, the reason why I burst out all my joys and sorrows is that when I helplessly watch the people around me leave my world one after another, I am desperate and unwilling to take the initiative to retain and look forward to something. I am no longer trapped in it for a friend or a lover, for her and him, and for my own people, I’m afraid of ghosts or not. When I tried all my last strength to pay, in the end, I was only left with my weakness choking. I’m afraid that the whole world has abandoned me. In that way, what should I do alone. So, I don’t dare to take the initiative to fight for it, and I don’t want to take the initiative to fight for it. Is it tiredness? I don’t have too much effort to get involved. I try my best to maintain some reluctant feelings. After all, it is not easy to be deeply rooted in people’s hearts to maintain it deliberately, the flow is full of proud blood the inherent stubbornness of this dual character leads me to have too many emotions, the feelings that others can’t touch the mood that others can’t understand I am blame the child. It happened in fifteen years. I am amazed by so many incredible and unimaginable things. How can I am live till now? How can I be so greedy and timid, how can I stay in this world? In fact, I never expect that someone can hear my inner voice, save me and take me away from this cold and dark place, how can it happen to me? I clearly understand that I am such a unlucky child who is not favored by God. When spring comes last winter, it is innately insensitive to numbers, which makes the day after tomorrow have no concept of the lost time and still think that he still has a lot of youth squander, the years left traces inadvertently gradually get used to forgetting the time and gradually abandon the soul. As a walking corpse, I can’t feel emptiness or sadness. What’s wrong with me? Muddle along, let time slip from the fingers unwillingly again and again. What will happen to me regardless of the so-called promised future? I didn’t abandon myself. I just lost myself temporarily. I said this in the dark. Say it to yourself. Regretted none. Even in the face of the past that can never be recovered and made up. Not regret. Life originally contains too many faults. Not. The burden I put on myself is too heavy, it was so heavy that even the dream I had had the night before that I had to try my best to remember some tiny vagueness, and then I was in a state of anxiety all day long. Those rules I obeyed became more and more like a shackle that could never be opened, I can’t be free and easy, I can’t bear it, I dare not. I can not bear. I do so. Even if I work hard, I still can’t make up my mind, and I will regret that I am more tired than a snail, I tried my best to bear the sorrow. I always thought that I am the most helpless and lonely person in the world. I always thought that someone would abandon everything and love me with his life. I always thought that I would leave this place. The world is the best ending in my life. Fools don’t want to grow up, in vain. It hurts to grow up. Recalling each year’s self, recalling each past self overlaps them, folding time together, facing the hot sun light, and seeing if the trace of life is full of the whole edge, that is some, long day and night

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