It seems that I haven't written a blog for several days. I am immersed in the waiting time and silently look forward to the arrival of next month. Then, set up another flag, and continue to hit the face.

I silently covered my cheeks and looked at myself in the mirror with blank eyes. Ruan Ji seemed to look at himself with blank eyes.

At this moment, I appeared downstairs as if the stars were moving around. I looked up and saw the whole sky was suddenly gloomy. There was no wind or rain. I jumped on the car and rode forward in the rain regardless of everything.

Along the way, my vision gradually blurred. When I lost my sight completely, I felt a gust of wind blowing in front of me. I took off my glasses, put them in my pocket, and put on my hat, just like CLAY in WhoAmi, but I seemed to hold my middle finger up.

Ride in the rain to the restaurant, order a soup and rice, wait for a long time, in the hot rice, drive away all the cold from the inside and outside. Unfortunately, I didn't seem to have enough.

When I appeared outside the restaurant, the rain stopped and the wind was quiet. Riding on the bike, apricot flowers appeared in front of me when everything went backwards. It is not the apricot demon in Journey to the West, nor the peony in full bloom. It is only white, fragrant and unique in its own position.

It is also mediocre, and it is also common. Among the flowers, there are thousands of similar ones and thousands of the same smell, but here, it is the only lens.

There was only one person along the way. The wind was light and the clouds were thick, but it was a bit chilly. Wrap yourself tightly and watch the western sunset in the dormitory downstairs. The whole sky is half red and half gray at this moment. Half comes from the calm of dark clouds, and the other half comes from the hot residual temperature.

The moment I climbed the stairs back to my dormitory, I felt as if I had returned to the early morning of today. At that moment, I silently wrote a little rhyme for myself, which came from my heart, in the place where I was drunk, in the frontier, in the place where I felt no home for guests everywhere.

A poetic and picturesque heart, full of complaints about the spring and autumn, empty city without paper who said? Read twice and listen to a song. But when you are far away, your dreams are broken. My old friend cannot sing alone.

God gave me a pen to write all kinds of things, but I only want to describe your unique city; God gave me a pair of eyes to spy on people's hearts, but I only want to see your dancing.

Unfortunately, everything is buried in the past. The days ahead will continue.