Wake up, the computer is not around. Suddenly I remembered that I had not written anything for a long time. Speaking of the habit of writing, it really takes a long time to develop, but it only takes a moment to abandon it.

The only thing I have written in recent days may be that I landed in Steemit on Tuesday and successfully opened the teahouse in Laodao, with misty chapters and inexplicable rhymes.

The weather is uncertain these days. Maybe it was sunny yesterday, but today it is cold wind and more showers, big or small. It seems that no matter how I change, I always ride my bike and gallop in the middle of several points and several lines.

In recent days, a separate server has been opened in the Netease version of "My World", which is just for me and her. Our world is built in the fantasy world. I have designed countless piston doors with red stone. At the end of the wall is the exit, and at the end of the exit is my bed and hers. And, there are lingering love words written in the private box.

She is cute, innocent and can't help looking after. She is confused, she is lovely, and people can't help holding her hand and heading for the future.

In my words, I once wanted to say that I could write all about spring flowers and autumn moon, but in the end, I still dreamed about the Jianghu and trivial life.

Now, immersed in time, I finally forget my dream of the Jianghu. It was agreed that I would write about the spring flowers and the autumn moon, but I still liked the day when I was in love and my rosy cheeks didn't smile.