The night is deep, people are not tired

The lively scene finally calmed down. My friends were all busy, leaving me alone, so quiet! A trace of coolness hit me, penetrating my heart, and I couldn’t help shivering. In winter, the weather is different. You can’t sit in front of the computer for too long at night. It becomes more and more difficult to write something. It is time to change the schedule. I tightened the clothes on my body, but still felt uncomfortable, for fear of getting cold. I used to take a coat and put it on my body, then sat back in front of the computer. I looked at the space of several friends at random, and went back to my own page to sort out my thoughts and want to write something. During this day, I felt nothing in my heart. I didn’t spit out my unhappiness, but I really started writing, but I didn’t know where to start. For a long time, I had been in such a hazy state. Some thoughts of Little bit by bit couldn’t be written, so I forced to write them out, which was also dry, and I couldn’t even read them. I write things, never follow the rules, always follow my own emotional changes, let my thoughts become words, flow out, I don’t want to please anyone, and I don’t want to welcome anyone, my words, only for your own heart! In the past years, how much sour, how much melancholy, in confusion and hesitation, woven a perfect and sad story, immature personality and thinking, like a feather eagle, I always want to break through the sky and fly freely! I always think there must be a quiet paradise under the endless blue sky. In the country I created, I am the only emperor! The difference between reality and dream is a bloody lesson. Pain and tears of blood in exchange for maturity and reason, no more vigorous, no more ignorance impulse. Calm emotion, even a little indifference, always use the word helpless to explain his indifference, to cover his laziness and selfishness. In the past, it was always said that this society was an animal world, but now I am always worried that I will become an animal in this world. Sometimes I really want to write a serenade for myself, just like Mo gaote, dying in his own music. However, I still have some concerns in my heart and can’t give up, which makes me feel a little relieved. After all, there is still a true love in my heart. The initial foundation of human nature has not been destroyed. Although the world is gloomy and the world is hot and cold, there is always a little hope. The fire of love in my heart is like a lighthouse for sailing, which is the direction of my life. In this direction, I believe that I will work hard! The night was deep, people were not tired, looking at the cold stars outside the window, thinking a lot. A song 〈 moon Trinidad sends lovesickness 〉 chanchanmianmian, ai ai yuan yuan Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…