Never thought that everything came so fast.

Whether voluntary or forced, they finally entered the ranks.

The first half of my freshman year passed like this. If you don't want to say something like chicken soup for the soul, you will vomit. As I said at the beginning, I'm just a lyricist.

Everything around is so silent, so silent that the sound of my typing is so harsh. I know there is still an exam waiting for me after dawn, but at this moment I don't feel like falling asleep.

I always feel that I am a contradictory species. Whether it's a novel or every line of writing, only I know that the entanglement has always been like a shadow.

I can't remember when I met the dream, nor can I remember that in that dreamlike fantasy, I confided some truth and interpreted some falsehood. In the dream, I am just a trivial contributor. Use the pseudonym rather than pseudonym code name "Caffeimao" to write the feelings of the second half of 2016.

Growing up means separation. It means facing everything in life alone. Nobody told me what was right and what was wrong. Right or wrong is just a lever in your heart.

Facing a strange environment alone, surrounded by strangers, saying strange words. Turn all strange things into familiar ones, but I know that everything is just appearance. I am nostalgic. God knows, to accept all these things again and put aside all my previous knowledge, it is like lava melting into lava at high temperature for me.

I remember once saying to someone, don't get close to me, I have thorns. He said, I will pull out your thorn. I said I would die.

The thorn is my coat. I don't know how long I can live in this strange country when I lose my coat. The formation of any character must be experienced. Each taste is like a person drinking water knowing whether it is warm or cold.

I dare not say what I learned in my first year of college, but I know what I abandoned. In the laws of nature, survival of the fittest is a universal principle.

My friend said, in my opinion, you are talking to people and ghosts. I smiled. make no comment.
Netizens asked me, if you are destined to force your life hard, can you not forget your original intention. I saw it. No reply.

Just a few months, it seems to be a complete negation of the past self. What is it? I sum it up as "Three Views". I have always believed that the difference in world outlook determines a person's way of doing things.

Snakes withdraw their skin every once in a while. Then grow new snake skin. Although the process will be painful, it is a necessary experience.

Know the world, not worldly. Can the true humanity be true? Perhaps it can only be: although not to, aspire to it.

Life is a beautiful robe, covered with sieves. At the moment when the sun rises, the smile remains the same.

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