Your loneliness is nothing.

I don't know if you have felt this way? Although I feel that I am as lonely as others, the loneliness of others seems to be fragrant, and my loneliness is impossible.

One night before the winter vacation, I was going to wash my clothes on the balcony. I put Eason Chan’s "End" on my mobile phone. I squatted on the floor and slammed the heavy clothes that were soaking in the water. The sound. The desire to cry is so strong that it can't be stopped like a mathematics. There is only one person on the balcony, the moon is hanging out the window, very quiet, and the moon in a foreign land is also very reluctant. In the silent universe, the moon that reflects the sun's rays is alone, illuminating the foreign land and illuminating the moon in the hometown.

I have had many thousands of thousands of literary young women's temperament, contrived and disease-free, and there are many strange young literary and artistic young people's thoughts and behaviors. The note is that when I was in college, I went back to school from home, and I kept a diary for my friends. However, this half year, I was forgotten in the corner, and I still feel at ease. I am busy preparing for the exam, busy studying mathematics classes in English classes, busy with the activities organized by the community, so busy that I am too busy to forget that I was also a maverick young woman.

My literary enthusiasm has completely erased myself.

Busy, I feel far away from literature and art, and I am more and more lonely from the world of words.

When I got home on the winter vacation, the first place I went to was a bookstore that I used to love. I rushed to the inside of the hungry selection, and when I checked out, I hugged a thick glimpse, and no matter the customers around me, I stared at me with amazement. Money is spent out. After the book is bought back, it has not been turned over even half a day.

Lonely people mostly love to read books, but I can't read books in "lonely".

Now I don't have any extravagant feelings. In the past, I wrote my mood in a large section of the space, and I wrote "chicken soup." Although others often say "pretense", but they still enjoy it, and now the dynamics have become a funny day. Some changes are finally inevitable. It’s not that I don’t feel emotions at the moment, but there are no more languages ​​that can be expressed. The helplessness of "there are thousands of customs and more people to say" is really a feeling of loneliness. Isn't it called to cover up things?

Lonely, I always sigh my "loneness." However, the lonely Beethoven became a musical legend, the lonely Van Gogh painted a peerless landscape, and the lonely Andersen wrote a fairy tale to comfort the world. What did my loneliness create?

Nothing.

That is not true loneliness at all. It is the impetuousness of strength to support ambition. It is the hatred of wanting to change oneself but unable to do anything. It is the swaying of life beliefs and confusion. That's it. I think of these as loneliness, so how can these loneliness come into being?

"The hands are stiff and the eyes are closed." Those who have sparks in their hearts sometimes choose to pretend to be silent, choose to ignore all the bumps, and choose to escape everything. The person who is pretending to be dressed is good, and when he is pretending to be loaded, he will die. I don’t want to be a dead person. May you not be such a person.