A dream of a year of dying, the taste of the world is desolate.

How to face it? Everything about everything now?

How to understand the four-year-old flower season? Everything is invisible to record our lives, that is, the memory that cannot be burned, and the most straightforward record. What you can't give up is the memory, the carving of the trajectory of life. Can change, choice is the only choice. There are so many roads that you are destined to choose only one, as a reason for you to continue. It means that you can only feel a feeling. If it were me, I would have nostalgia for the road of choice, because you have never experienced everything that the road has experienced.

I don't know if my choice is correct. I only know that life is like a claw. I want to escape. The only way to escape is to re-select, re-select an environment, change everything, and save the present. Everything is remembered. Perhaps, in another environment, he is more difficult, but his choice, no resentment, no resentment. My own choice, only one person can bear everything, just oneself, forgive yourself, and forgive the hardship. In the flower season, I don't want to spend it in remorse. I have to abandon everything and start a new one myself. On the road of life, choose to be a companion. In this case, you must abandon some abandonment of right and wrong, you must insist on some unfamiliarity. In the heart of contradiction, it is only by feeling.

The world is like a mouthful, it is in your own feet, choose to stick to it, abandon the forgotten, life is like this, and it is exactly like this.

A dream of a year of dying, the taste of the world is desolate.

The second day: Zhijia Ni