Recently, I said that I was busy or not, and I kept talking about it. I always run around with the tail of time and live a tight life. I really want to find a quiet place where no one is around, where I can practice calligraphy alone, write alone, record my voice bit by bit, watch the rising sun in the morning, watch the boundless starry sky at night, farm during the day and study my knowledge under the oil lamp at night.

Even if it is not recognized by the world in the future, I think I will stick to this spirit and endure it for a lifetime. Grab a handful of dirt, scatter it into the air, and let go of a mood. Life is endless. I don't worry about life, I don't worry about death, I live for that tone, and I don't give in to the backbone of others.

Because of a person, I fell in love with a food, or a fruit. Because of a person, I am used to loneliness. Because of someone, I pay more attention to my appearance, hair style and clothes. I have never really changed myself because of someone. Now I am trying to change myself step by step. The baptism of years and the tempering of life have taught me what to cherish.

The selfishness of human nature intensifies people's greed for material things, and also makes me realize the helplessness and shame of people's lives. When I drag out an ignoble existence, I hate to live in such obscurity. I increased my running speed and horsepower in my mind. I want to achieve something in my lifetime because of some people, and more importantly, because of one person.

Sometimes, seemingly bored, I lie quietly in bed, but my heart is planning my own life, planning the future, recalling the bitterness and hardships of past failures, and how to change the status quo and let myself step by step out of the trough. I remember reading such a famous saying that the greatest soul lies in his greatest ambition, and I admit that I am not a weak person.

However, the actual situation has forced me to bow my head to those shameless villains. I'm hiding my dissatisfaction. I am covering up my pain, smiling at life, how much joy, how much sadness, laughing at Mo You, the husband of life, who is bitter with sweetness and constantly strives for self-improvement.

This is a sentence I wrote at noon yesterday. Laughter explains life. Nothing is more important than laughing. Worry and sadness are caused by the heart. This is a happy or unhappy day. Why bother yourself? Everything has optimism and pessimism. Pursuing dreams is more precious than anything else.

Because of someone, I figured it out, and I figured it out, too. I'm sweet and I'm satisfied!

You never know who is here, and you can't finish your sweet words. When can we meet again in your hometown, and I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn?

There are thousands of words to tell, and life is everywhere. His years are full of spring thunder and lightning, full of romance.