These days, like a migratory bird, I live in constant migration. I walk from the east to the west, and from the west to the east. In my comings and goings, I watched the sky brighten and darken, and felt the cold wind blowing through my ears. I lay on the bed, on the sofa, and watched time pass by like water. In the wilderness, I finally reached an unknown distance.

In December, I didn't stop writing every day because of the exam, but I stopped because of my own cold. In total, I seem to owe @ about 50 cents, while Xiaoluo Blog seems to owe me a dollar. Between win and lose, everything exists as a joke.

Open the comment list of the blog, I see the comment from @ wilburm of Steemit, which seems to need a log of independent website building. After two days of full recovery, I can pick up a pen for memory and guidance. In a twinkling of an eye, I can relive the beginning of the dream.

Looking at Wu Xumo's comment on his blog, "I will take good care of you?", for a moment, I felt that everything was settled. At the end of this semester, I saw that she had suspended a course due to some unexpected reasons. I don't know how the make-up exam was at the beginning of the semester. I hope she can pass it. At least, not like me, leaving a course in the make-up exam after graduation.

In the room of 15 degrees, people shiver a little. When I got into the bed, everything was just right. The tip of my nose was a little cold, which relieved my cough in the 20 or 30 degree greenhouse. It seems that the chill can ease everything.

From dark to dawn, I finally flew out of the room like a migratory bird, and then flew to the greenhouse to peck the food I should eat. When one day disappears in a trance, like a migratory bird, fly back, hover, and wait for the start of tomorrow.

So, in such a few days, it is so modest, live.