The most brave system in history

'She used to spend three years with that.man's.water.Three years! '

I have been reminding myself that the loneliness in my heart is at this moment when the new year is about to come. I am walking in the remote suburbs with no one, and the dark light of the evening falls on the horizon, and the cold wind hits me. It makes me feel that the world has already reached such a level of rudeness to me.

When he woke up, his brain was dizzy, dizzy, and heavy, and most of the consciousness in his head was still in a dream. How lonely he was to wake up and look at it now: this dark place is only passed by the street lights outside. A circle of woods, and then through the outer layer of ground glass and the inner layer of semi-transparent glass that can't be rubbed off, it fell into the room and it was already dark. Blurred.

The memory of the previous moment in my mind seems to be deeply imprinted in my mind at this moment, making my mouth dry, tongue dry, almost unable to breathe, but physically The tiredness tells me that I don't want to get up,

He glanced at the woman who was lying on the side, her appearance was also vague, and he was still sneering: "What's the difference between sleeping for a year and three years."

That.Nightmare.Dream.Troubled.Troubled him several times. When he woke up, he found that the reality was like this. The sadness in his heart was not relieved in the slightest. Thinking about everything that happened in this world, he would never I don't feel sleepy at all, I'm thinking desperately in my mind,

Clearly there are still heavy things to do tomorrow that don't make the heart feel a little happy, but he still has to think about things that make the heart crash.

He still had to accept his fate, he was already trapped in the shackles of life, he didn't see any gap to escape through hard work,

When there was still light from the sky coming in from outside, the pain in his heart almost reached the extreme at this moment,

I glanced at the time: 6:11, from 4:34 to now.I have been tortured by my own consciousness. It seems that I have just escaped from a day's work. In a blink of an eye, I realize that this is just the beginning.

The moment I got up, drank, breathed, that Qihui moved, turned over,

"Hey! I'm so tired." I took a breath, because I felt a lot more comfortable. There was no future in sight, and I was just waiting for time.

Instead, the cold wind blowing outside the window calmed down his consciousness,

As soon as the tiredness came over, he found that the small space in the bed was a very warm place.

I sat by the ditch at the mouth of the vegetable garden. All the reeds and reeds were cut down in this season. I stood on the higher land of the reeds and wrote this book called "College Students Through Reading". The book is placed on the grass in front of me. I think the wind here can easily calm my mood.

As far back as I can remember, the thatched house next to it became the place where my grandfather lived.

However, more than ten or twenty years have passed, and my grandfather has long been turned into a pile of dust, and it is still there, but the roof of the small grass house has already turned black. The thatch grass has been lifted from the middle. Inside, the rotten wood supporting it fell horizontally, sevenly, vertically, in the small room,

In such a small space, the height of the roof is not even high enough for him to stand up to the top of his head,

He imagined the midsummers, autumns and winters he spent here,

In the knowledge that I was silent on the books, there were several students wearing the uniforms of Linxian Middle School walking in front of this small road next to the garden,

When I got out of the thatched hut and looked towards the old road of my house, a long line of students stretched from the direction of my second uncle's house.

The familiar dark blue geometric stripes are matched with the printed white patterns,

This group of students is several years younger than him,

When they pass by here, many students will look at me,

I just thought, like this ordinary middle school in a remote place like my hometown, only a small number of people can go to college. When some students see the words on the book in front of me, even I feel a little narcissistic. If you feel that you are an excellent senior worthy of their learning, then you will have a different sense of pride in your heart. Recommended reading//

I feel that it has been a long time since I have such a feeling that I will have such thoughts when I look at myself more than this group of students.

A young long.long stretches far away on this path, that kind of wanton freedom makes me even immerse myself in such a landscape for a long time to feel the beauty of their youth.