A good play -

Holidays are always lazy and short, it is time to wave goodbye to the holidays, I wish everyone a happy work, do not feel anxious on the last day, because you love or do not love your work, is a job, and the world is so big, the most reflective place for your value is your work, your office, whenever you want to give up or resign, tell yourself: you love it.

The night is low, the sky is twinkling, the cicadas and frogs are clamoring with the autumn, trying to declare sovereignty, and the autumn night is getting colder, as if to say: "I'm sorry." It's another season change, and the wind is getting biting, reminding everyone: it's cold and dressed. The epidemic has not yet passed, and we remind everyone: "Continue to do a good job of protection, and add new clothes when it is cold."

Strange things in my mind these days, always want to write something, I have not sat down to write for a long time, read books, more and more panicked, thoughts entangled, after all, chaotic, delusional to grasp something, but want to keep more is not able to stay, even can not remember the last second of the things in the brain, and finally can only give up, let the big head think of some of the no, but they wandered around haphazardly, only expelled the only trace of faint light and heat left in the body, right, and my happiness, I became more and more flustered, like sitting on a needle felt, at a loss, I couldn't do anything, I didn't want to do anything, I just looked at and waited, hoping that my happiness would come back, and it seemed that I could only smile bitterly and whispered: "Will I come back?" ”

It will not come back, happiness and sadness are unowned things, they do not belong to anyone, and I fantasize about occupying it, it is simply delusional, sadness from the heart, but I don't know where it comes from, to give you happiness you seem so restrained, forget how to reach out and pick it up, it is all given to you, but you can't bear it, but should I live like this? I don't want to! Every time the surge came, I was caught off guard and didn't know how to deal with it, I could only foolishly try to meet and hug, wait for sadness, the past or happy, wait, wait, It is gratifying that my sorrow returns but my heart is no longer empty, the heart has a place to return, not afraid of sorrow, with sadness to suppress sadness, in the sad place to entertain themselves, and there is no self-hatred and self-pity, it is precious, so I no longer ask for anything else, contented and happy, I am already overjoyed.

Where does the heart go? It's just that the dream is far away, and what is the far side? Leisurely, within reach, is far away. The pen landed here, instantaneously transparent a lot, a long breath of relief, a comfortable heart, sadness is sad, I have the courage to face it, and can find pleasure in suffering, why bother?