Suddenly, it was December. As usual, it seems that we should summarize the past and prepare for the future. After all, standing at the crossroads now, there should be neither sadness nor hesitation, but efforts should be made to open your eyes and find the elusive road.

Looking back on the whole semester, I went from practice to study, from standing on the platform to sitting at the desk. I corrected my homework until I caught up with it. Life is like a dream. When I flick my fingers, everything disappears like clouds and mist. In the vast world of cold wind and fog, I am at a loss, waiting for every chance.

Recall that a few hours ago, after taking a bath and washing clothes, everything belonging to November had been cleaned up and left there, turning into dust in the ashes of years. Perhaps, it has been integrated into the ink inkstone of the years, and it has been twisted in my book when I picked up the brush and wielded it. Let's name this book Life.

Give hope to time and pray for the fragrance of time. I have a cold, and I have her company since November, and I am sick. Thank you for her.

In November, I watched Steemit shiver in the cold winter. In this cold winter, many people who once swarmed in have been silent. @ justy's WeChat group and bubbling faces have changed circle after circle, and the first 24-hour standby has been silent. In the cold winter, I still write freehand my story.

After all, I don't write for making money—— If so, I may not be able to write anything. How many people will read stream of consciousness writing for money? Therefore, my stream of consciousness writes my consciousness and my emotion. I remember @lemooljiang "Everyone has experienced these mental experiences. The writing is exquisite and resonant.". If you look from the root, I just describe my heart one by one, not printed on paper, but appeared on Steemit and my website Fantasy Chenfeng.

In the game, I went from Three Kingdoms to Wilderness Action, and now I have completely deleted Wilderness Action. The Three Kingdoms Massacre is left to play slowly. After all, the game of planning is always my favorite. I went from being active online on a 2G network to using my campus broadband to completely canceling my telecommunications card on the 29th because of income growth and expenditure reduction. In December, I was also hesitant about what form I would appear on the Internet—— Whether to "ride" or "rub" is a question.

With the Kindle on hand, the number of readers has dropped sharply. In a hurry, the book list has been sketched out directly. Wait until January 18, and then re open the book list. In 2017, there were 32 books on the list, which was a little less for a language teacher. Uncle Louis in the Chinese blogosphere seemed to have enough books in each issue, enough for me to look up to.

In November, the wind surges up and down, from the bottom to the middle to the top, there are their storms. And I, according to my agreement, just talk about the romantic.

In December, I have used the most perfect, self paced, lying in bed tapping the keyboard, silently writing a bit of words.

In December, it is reported that the final exam will be held at the end of the month. After all, 18 weeks are almost over. I am waiting for the end.

I think in December, reading, writing, shooting, and dreaming. After all, life and the Jianghu are looking forward to the dawn, the light of freedom.

Let's make a bet. Will I spend a penny a day in December?