Lonely high heels

On a certain day in 2011, on the way back from shopping alone, I had to walk all the way because I missed the bus. Pain is the only feeling that I can feel my feet. It can even be called numbness. In fact, I occasionally hope that this can stimulate my sensory nerve. Although I always feel like some abnormal masochism in my heart, at least I also prove to myself that I have not become a insensitive person. But the fact is, once the heart is reduced, all these pains are really nothing. I have regretted and affirmed some things. We have lost something, not necessarily none. Even a lesson is learned. Along the way, high-heeled shoes knocked on the road, making a monotonous rhythm. Click, click, click. The clear voice was deeply knocked into my heart, like a firm shoe nail, which was always painful. I can only hear the sound of my heel beating, because I don’t want to hear it, but I can only listen. With tired feet, it is rare to stand by the river. I like the high wind like this. It seems that I can fly through my fingers. There are ripples on the River layer by layer, but the seemingly calm underside is actually full of dark waves. Rows of old houses beside the River sighed with sadness and heavy sadness, but the glory of the past had gone forever. The dim light, the lingering light fence. It began to rain, but it was not big. I didn’t choose to open an umbrella. The rain as thin as ox hair weaved my own world quietly, and the silk came into my shirt. No matter how thin the rain was, it could not hide from the dense rain. Soon the whole face looked embarrassed like being splashed with water. Loneliness is the weirdness in others’ eyes. Like a fool, I look even more lonely in the big environment. But it seems more like a kind of enjoyment, enjoying a carnival in the rain alone. This is a silent feeling that these passers-by can’t understand. The final rhythm could only be that I threw off my tired high heels and let myself hide in the corner with my warm and wet hair to promote my lonely success! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…