Life, who is the degree of concern

I opened the little book beside the pillow casually and brushed away the dust. I saw a clean and transparent face and read the peace of the world, which was both state and attitude. Some people say that words focus on life, and sometimes they are unwilling to live. She is a narrow world without disturbance or duel. Sometimes it looks like a childlike child, and sometimes it is careless, forgetting to read the most careful feelings. As if through the small pillow, a heart, three or three words, how many ingenious needles and lines, you know that every needle of the embroidery is painful for you, you know that the years are ruthless, it is how much fragrance and mellow you have survived. One day, when we run for life and are tortured by life, we cry and laugh. When we were sitting in the dormitory, infatuated with the screen, and suddenly saw the time in the lower right corner, you had to run to class, put down the plot, and then asked yourself bitterly that this was life, or torment. The choice we have to make. Sometimes, I tried my best to laugh, but I was still guessed by you. I escaped all the questioning and troubles. At that moment, I am laughed, at least someone understood. Whether you can’t dress up or you can dress up too well. You can’t know the most indignant thoughts at that moment. Maybe someone can understand it. What if you don’t like it? Sometimes, I miss my friend very much, and then casually dial that number. When a sudden call, he would be surprised, inexplicably speechless and incoherent. Are we really apart for too long? Haven’t you contacted me for a long time? Sometimes I have to think about life like this. When I hear the special happy look at the other end of the microphone, I am happy and helpless. Missing these, what life gives me is endless reverie, without end or starting point, like the sky suddenly seen, my raindrops are vague without any trace. It’s just the light wound that blows through the soul, and you can’t hide it. I don’t like to narrow my eyes and see the world with you. This is what I think. Whether it is simple or ordinary, you can’t understand. I am random life, not warm in winter, will make my heart colder; Spring is too soft to stand the torture in my heart; Summer is too fierce, like the hardship of being exposed to the Sun; Autumn is too thick, maybe it will be more suitable, at least the numerous fallen leaves will no longer compete with you for the poor sky. But when the sun goes far away, who can match it. My heart, where can I rely on! Sometimes, I don’t think much any more. Let it be like this. I am still me whether I have no purpose or no direction.

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