There were only the footsteps of the clock and the voice of the computer in the whole room. I didn’t sleep late on purpose or sleep too much during the day. I just felt my heart was small, but troubles came one after another. The brain is still buzzing in the hard cranial cavity, and the nerve is worn to cause pain. I was not in a hurry to achieve anything. I just felt that I had been in a hard time for a day and couldn’t get rid of depression and depression. I just suddenly felt that I was used to staying up late. Since when I began to like to hide my mood with words, I have no way to recall. I remembered Fragmentary things at first I just liked them, but later I was possessed, addicted like smoking opium. Finally, I carried a heavy snail shell on my back, and finally I began to miss that relaxed and free self. Nostalgia is still nostalgia after all. In addition to sighing helplessly at the night, what can be saved. None of us can refuse to grow up. Under The Chase of time, we have to force ourselves to grow up, to learn to feel pain and depression, and to carry our heavy dreams. Gradually, I got used to staying up late. On the night of December, the living Air was locked in the cold water, and the condensed air sucked the residual temperature in the dormitory greedily. The nerve is like circling in the cranial cavity, trying to drill a tunnel that can bathe in the morning light and rain. I rubbed the leaping Temple and leaned against the same cold mud wall. I know I am laughing, the outside world is still dark, but you don’t know. I don’t want to fall asleep, and I don’t want to let you who have been dancing for a day save your energy. It was just thrown into the swamps unwillingly. Comfort yourself from time to time, contentment and happiness. But how can we stop the spread and growth of desire. Don’t you want to stop walking in a hurry in the past, don’t you say to yourself that this is enough. It’s just that the dream has been put aside for too long, and I don’t have the courage to sink and be confused. Maybe we walked too fast and relaxed, and finally we encountered a stumble in the last step. The successful publication and signing of contracts, the steady rise of click rate, and the desire also gradually expanded. Constantly propagandizing, updating, climbing the list, revising and perfecting, finally came to an end, and crazily sought Publishing. There was something crazy behind me. I didn’t dare to think about it. I could only quietly look at the cold night and the white wall with moonlight. Closing the notebook, I suddenly fell into endless darkness, just like falling into a muddy swamp. The Darkness oppressed my eyeballs, pores and nerves. Say good night to every cell in your body, and run with heavy dreams tomorrow.

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