I forgot how many days I was alone.

One person goes to work, one person works, one person eats, drinks, smokes, drinks coffee, listens to music, visits the bookstore, one person is extravagant, one person is in debt, one is free and helpless, and one is not understood and does not need to be understood.

Life is the end, but also rebirth, no matter what the victory or defeat, the given all, tirelessly tell you, even if tears, even if sad, you are still beautiful (you also refer to this world, pun intended)

I have no problem with this world, galloping on my own life path, but I am lost in the confusion of the years, I feel so unreliable, freedom is so expensive and luxurious, as if only pain has fallen from the sky, and only the heart rises to happiness to fight against it!

The author's eyes of you know each other's existence, thinking about the words in the forgotten world, starting from the heart to gradually grow old, quietly happening in every living future, thinking about how to unravel the sluggish days, your opponent is life is art, my opponent is a non-existent god, the most powerful nameless killer.

If you have been defeated, you don't have to sympathize, you don't have to be merciful, this is your own life, a brief encounter with each other's online world, a beautiful fate passerby, talking to God and you alone.

The world is formed, and the god of heaven and earth is hip-hop and laugh-and-ha, and the joy talks about pain, the blazing summer sky is at the beginning of May, there is a plum rain, and the debauched god has no time to care for the human race, she is crazy to love me, and empathize with the sleepless demon, except for the love of the devil, everything else is an extension, those years are like the beginning of the heaven and the earth, will you still love in the prime of life? God asked me, and the demon also stared at me curiously.

When I had nothing but a sad soul. Will you still love? God said yes. The devil doubted in her heart, and her consciousness told me that she loved me more than God.

I know that without love, I am a living corpse. Look at this world like drunken competition, nothingness into this world, the mood of the blazing summer day is particularly disturbing life, especially the era of the money empire comes, those tricks that perform alive, super like a tiger, a warrior, in the ignorant world of arson to the fire of life, dance, dance life, all want to be the roaring king of beasts, if not, say to be a small people, small mortals, small times, small luck, simple, how small?

You will hear the roar in each other's hearts, the appearance feels like a butterfly light, not afraid of bees stabbing on the fierce tiger stripes, from nothing only to be their own hero.

Breaking the cauldron, messing up everything, watching and learning on the sidelines, nodding yes, forgetting to unravel some of the remaining thoughts, forcing each other to collapse, frustrated and holding their heads high, everything is not loved or loved.

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A young book friend asked, "You are well-informed! I want to ask, how am I a working boy! I grit my teeth every day and silently update my novels! Do you think I will succeed?"

He replied, "It won't work, because if it does, it won't ask if it's successful." ”

What I didn't say is that when a person thinks that he has worked hard, and he can't come up with something to prove that he is the hardest, he can only be said to be ignorant, just like the author knows that if he is against the sky, he will always lose, and he will be the opponent of the sky, and he is doomed to defeat forever.

Fortunately, the author has no victory and no defeat in his heart, just want to enjoy everything, what he wants to say, what to write, what to write, what to write while listening to the song, who is the sad forgetful, the author thought about it, not to the sad place, only the sad exists. (To be continued......)