Author:Mr. Jiang ChenClassification:Capricciotwo thousand and twentyyeartwelvemonthfifteenday
I haven't written anything for myself for a long time. In a twinkling of an eye, half a month has passed.In half a month's time, I was silent, feeling the powerless years.Every morning, I feel the cold wind penetrating every inch of my skin, waiting for the warmth of the early sun in the piercing and trembling.In such days, in constant repetition, I am waiting for the end of the day.Yesterday, I got paid.For me, it's a new computer
In the days of driving from 316, I watched the dust fly to cover the sky, listened to the music in the car, or "The Ocean and the Sky", or "Dream Chasing the Heart of a Child". Before I knew it, I had some rhythm in my heart. I wanted to write something about it, and turned it into a sweet spring that could comfort me in this pale day.01Unconsciously, it is always inexplicable growthDay after day, repeated years are long and obstructedFeeling at the beginning of timeBut I don't know, it is
