If it is windy, I don’t want to stop. Such as willow, reluctant to dance.

I once thought how fearful the night was, like a bottomless abyss. But when all the displeasure came to my heart and I couldn’t breathe any more, the only thing I could do was to escape, and only to escape. When walking on the campus path, people are like lights and flowers are like paper shadows. The red eyes on the electronic display screen hurt. I hurried and left a uniform figure on my back. On the west Moon Lake, weeping willows sway the bank. Under the dim light, the weeping willow leaves a shadow, and the lake water rippling slightly. On the invitation Bridge, a couple hugged each other. I looked back and glanced at it, feeling different. I passed by Building 7, and the faint sound of the classroom still reached my ears. It was a European and American movie. I like it, so I focus on it. In a flash, there was an impulse to sneak in through the back door of the classroom. After thinking for a while, it changed to calm. It’s all right. Now that you are out, why do you need to go in. It has been a long time since senior students left, they have not strolled in the campus like this. So I strolled, the wind blew my long hair and gently brushed my cheek. I was like a child, breathing that breath greedily. The playground at night is especially mysterious. The red plastic runway, the green plastic grass, the dim light on the road not far away, and the vehicles coming and going began to wander with the runway, circling around and enjoying themselves. Occasionally a Running Girl ran past me, and the long hair blown by the wind froze in my eyes. When chatting with my friends, I joked that I ate too much, held on, and walked out to help digestion. In fact, it was really impossible to stay in the house. The Otaku Girls in the dormitory gathered together to watch TV plays, laughing while scolding. I had to escape from the closed doors and windows and the screen of the computer. The balcony space was too small. I was never a safe person, and I was full of anxiety factors. Indoors, I am always like a sick child, without vitality and vitality, just like a sick fairy. Outside, I like to look up at the sky 90 degrees, listen to the unknown birds singing by the Boulevard, and watch the red plum blooming quietly by the roadside, I like to see the lake water flowing in the wind in the West Moon Lake. I love the grass, trees and flowers around me. Although these are insignificant in their eyes! Some readers call I am non-human, and say where sacred I am. I smiled bitterly. I am neither God nor holy. It’s just a woman who won’t even look at you in the crowd. The only thing more than you is that I can see through and think more than you. Because I feel life very attentively and find beauty. It is never God, neither now nor future. I am just me, just Fang Lige. If it is windy, I don’t want to stop. Just want to wandering. Such as willow, reluctant to dance, just want to and Lake matched scene. When wandering in the nature, I just want to be a child who is full of yearning and curiosity for everything. Children who run on the grass and giggle from the bottom of their hearts. In the argument, I just want to listen quietly, never argue, never argue, and when it is true, it is an amazing woman from the bottom of my heart. In sarcasm, a calm and poised woman. I am myself, and it is never possible for everyone to clap their hands and praise. People who appreciate me, thank you. You are always reminding me of what I have and what I can do and what I admire. Therefore, I always reflect on myself and ask myself whether I have a clear conscience. People who satirize me, thank you. You are always reminding me to set my seat right and don’t lose yourself in flowers and applause. Look at yourself, do something wrong, feel ashamed for what you have done wrong, and express your apology from the bottom of your heart. Those who trust me, thank you, you are always around, your trust is my move forward. Those who love me, thank you, you are always around me, no matter the storm, always support me, accept my coldness and pride, accept my vulnerability, tolerate my arrogance, love my heart. The roar of the train beside the playground shattered my meditation, and my stagnant eyes shifted on the passing train. I was always a woman who knew my life. The passing car shadow is full of my incomparable affection for home. Wandering aimlessly on the playground, I forgot how many laps it was and what time it was at night. I only knew that the wind was a little cold, so I pulled up the clothes chain. Take good care of yourself and don’t let us worry. My parents’ exhortation rang in my ears again. After climbing the fence, he climbed up without hesitation. At a glance, the feeling of a small mountain is so magical. Sitting on the top, the wind blows up the hair, staring at the people coming and going below. The neon is like a fairyland, hazy and shady. I just sat there, forgetting the strange eyes of passers-. For a second, I suddenly realized whether passers-by thought I had something to think about. I thought I had something sad. I fell in love and quarreled with others? Indeed, among the crowd on the playground, there are either couples or roommates walking together. And I am so maverick, sitting alone at the highest place of climbing the fence. But when the wind brushed my cheek again, I smiled calmly. Why should we care about the vision of passers-? I sat on the top of the mountain and watched the scenery. The Breeze delighted my mood and fulfilled the thirst for knowledge of passers-. Sidelines, and mirrors, original is such a beautiful dream. Dear, when you pass by the playground and see the long-haired girl sitting on the top of the fence, don’t, don’t surprise her dream. But at this moment, she fell into deep dreams. Don’t disturb her. Dear, when you are a wisp of breeze, don’t think about staying and traveling freely in the sky. Dear, when you are a willow, don’t think about walking with the wind and floating comfortably on the lakeside. Dear, when you read depression from my words, don’t be sad. When you are depressed, it makes me depressed. Depression is also a kind of beauty. I have never been a melancholy woman. Melancholy is just an occasional episode in my life. Just like the paper scraps flying by by accident, it is fleeting. But dear, remember to meditate in your heart: After all, tomorrow is another day! Like (prose editor: prose online) 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. 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