Simple, I remember my simple heart.

I have a simple narrative heart of my simple: Liu Xingzhe simple over ten years, what is so flat light. Every day I live a repetitive day, wake up with the ringtone in the morning, follow the class schedule, and work as a teacher. My days seem to be a soulless person who lives by command. No own thoughts. Now telling my heart in front of the computer, I am not expecting anyone who will come to see my poor text and boring content. I just want to find a place to vent, maybe someone will tell me why you are so pessimistic The world is very beautiful. In fact, I always face with a smile in my life. When I encounter difficulties, I always say to myself, nothing, it will be good soon, God will not treat his people, I can let me be around. The people are happy, I am a pistachio to them, but I am gradually losing my happiness, because I gradually become unable to grieve, my face can only be filled with a smile, and gradually this smile becomes stiff and loses. His true color. I often want to cry silently in my bed, but the tears don't always match my heart, maybe because I lost it for a long time, he is not used to coming back to me. The laughter once was pure, true, and beautiful. But now the smile is gradually mixed with this fake, dirty, ugly. Lost his original beauty. Now what is happiness, I gradually forgot how to find the happiness I expected. I always ask others: "What is your happiness?" Someone said a lifetime of games, some people say that happiness is to get a box of chocolate, but what is my happiness? No one gave me the answer, but my mother and I said the answer to some things. What others can't give is that they need to find something to explore. Maybe, happiness is what you need to find. Maybe I should have lived my own life. Not as a puppet who lost his soul. As Mr. Zhu Ziqing wrote in "Hurry": I came to the world naked, and I will go back naked in a blink of an eye. But it can't be flat. Why do you want to go this way in vain? I am looking for my happiness, let my smile return to the beauty, purity, and truth that I used to be. I will return to the past, I am innocent, know how to cry, know how to laugh.

The first day of the town: Liu Xingzhe