If today, I said that the Dream Chenfeng would be closed, many friends might scoff.But look at the calendar. This time, both Fantasy Chenfeng and Jiang Chen will become the smoke of the past, a little snowflake you encounter on the Internet. After melting, there will be no trace.I have been blogging for eight years.From the original spring of literature and thought, to the present, I can read two or three words without sound.My pen and ink are drying up. I'm not a poet. I'm just an ordinary person
The night came like waterLonely People and Silent NightQuietly touchedThe apple on the desk is still lying there quietlyThe book is still unfolding softlyThose people are squatting and lying downMemory stretches restlesslyIt was that summer that I was doing something strangeEverything is still blackThere was the sound of planes passing through the windowGo further and furtherSlipped away into the distanceFarther awayThe night there must be full of softnessWordless
Youth is no more!After all, he is 26 years old. No matter how cute he is, he will roll on the ground and stay there for years!When I meet my fellow villager after zero, I will also give a sweet cry, hello, uncle!There is nothing to miss, I pretended to disdain!Who hasn't come here like that?Looking at the street full of men and women, all kinds of people, I looked at the high place, quite a bit dusty atmosphere!The setting sun lengthens
Author:Jiang JiangClassification:Capricciotwo thousand and eighteenyear07monthtenday
In fact, a long time ago, I wanted to write about the tenderness of those memories.But I have been dragging on and on, always making excuses for myself to write when my literary background is deeper, but I understand that this is just an excuse.I just don't want to mention the deep and shallow marks on my heart again. I'm afraid that when I mention them again, they will exude red liquid traces.Recently, I don't know why, many past events have come to my mind again, and those traces in my heart are stupid
Slowly into the night, the time has come to July, and I have stopped writing for four days.In the last days of June, I seem to have made some achievements. For example, I finally enchanted myself with a set of diamond sleeves based on level 4 protection in the environment where my world is purely alive. For example, I finally became fascinated with the life of the dead house in the B station, or finally gave up the idea of installing Linux or turning the main computer into Linux.(In fact, I was just in Win
Tiger Green Forest, although it has 20000 members and high PV volume, what's the use of that?The only reason is a feeling.Many people (including me) met there in junior high school. They have had some so-called foundation all the way to the present, whether PHP or others, but more importantly, they have left some memories.From the past to the present, I am grateful there, regretful there, and regretful there.
oneBursts of sad music sounded, and the whole world slowly became dark.In the ancient East, the purple light is still dancing in beautiful dances.The dawn I expected is getting closer and closer, and my heart is beating involuntarily,The beating rhythm slowly deduces a sad note, which is slowly consistent with the sound of my keyboard tapping. It deduces growth, separation, and encounter.
