It seems that I haven't written anything in QQ space for a long time. In my blog, I write an article every day, describing my reality. Unconsciously, in his own history, there is a touch of wonderful. I said I was paying homage to a teacher, but I was also looking for herbs for myself to cure my mediocrity.

Looking back at my QQ space, I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. Once a dust laden, let me not see their past. From 2011 to the present, there have been countless fragments. I'm afraid it's hard to keep all of them by just relying on my own memory. And I, in order to prevent being mentioned again, created the virtual image of "Jiang Chen", which belongs to the network. However, I can never see myself again. The past is going with the smoke. Even if you miss, feel sad, or get excited, you won't come back. Even in the dream of countless deduction, it no longer belongs to themselves.

A dreamy almanac. jpg

Maybe people are so cheap and happy, and will never cherish when they belong to themselves. When I lost it, I was regretful, and shouted at the top of my voice: "If God gives me another chance to make a fresh start, I will tell you......"
Unfortunately, the world is not as beautiful as it used to be (it should not be for the time being), so we have created many beautiful things.
But ah, the past is beautiful, it does not belong to you, but belongs to a soul called once. Simply, along the surging Yangtze River and the roaring Yellow River, we can look forward to the infinitely distant future.
The beautiful almanac is not as good as a dusty past.

Then, it was thick ink again.

© Jiang Chen

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