#What do you think is best for you on a rainy day# A person's loneliness
The city after the rain looks a little sad! I walked alone on the mountain, the rain drifting softly, let me walk slowly. Unconsciously, tears flowed quietly, and I listened quietly to the raindrops. The rain is also sad, and the rain is also cold. My hopes were buried and my dreams sealed. Who can see my wet clothes? Who can help me save a hope? Who can give me a dream?
Drop after drop of rain fell on my body, but I could only fall on this mountain. Looking at the familiar but vague road, like the hazy half-asleep and half-awake that I had when I was a child. Walking through the wet paths, I looked down the mountain, and a figure crossed rapidly, wondering if anyone noticed the lonely figure on the top of the mountain?
Can't this world of flowers and flowers allow simple people like us to exist? A kind man left a pair of children who loved him early, without even a last word. Another honest farmer, after suffering from cancer, begged others to repay the 20,000 loan, but the others refused to pay it. But he owned a factory of tens of millions and drove a hundred and eighty cars. I began to be chaotic, murky. Life, life, too much we can't do, too much of a last resort.
Sometimes I feel like I haven't really grown up yet, and I feel like a child. Can't take good care of yourself, let alone take good care of your family. And my friend's peers are already wives and mothers.
The road ahead is still very difficult, and I still continue to bear it alone. I just can only see the desolation all the time. Although it is not easy to cover up, I still have to insist. Silently bearing too much, suddenly tired. In the gray sky, the outline of hope could not be seen clearly. I, live or die; hope or light or light. Reminiscences, confusion ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What will I say at the end of my life one day? Have I ever existed before and now? We are always captured by too much, lose our charm in hesitation, and always roll in deception. Scared, scared, get up and won't go. who? Who is it? Who is it to die? Stole the last shred of hope I still have? In its place is an extreme emptiness. It's like ice that has accumulated for thousands of years. My heart was completely frozen here.
I took a deep breath and faintly saw a hint of cold air. A hopeful life is my yearning, but I know too many things that don't belong to me. What else can a realistic outcast have but fantasize about those fairytale extravagant hopes? My body began to tremble, and in an instant it turned into a kind of vertigo, and I endured, and I endured everything, and the cold still came out of my mouth. I'm always in a cycle of rejection. Some words, echoing in the ears over and over again, have already self-destroyed, how to get something new? And now I have thrown it away on this deserted hilltop, and the wind can take it as far as you can! I'm not who I am anymore! #雨天你觉得最适合干什么 #
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