Lost

Confusion, hesitation, loneliness, decline, these words are always reflected incisively and vividly in my life. What’s wrong with this world? Why do you give people such feelings. Everyone is like a headless fly ant fighting for something invisibly. I wish this kind of world would not be recognized by the world, but the reality seems to be on the contrary. This kind of world falls on the head of the obedient people, and everything is accepted, they become their lives. They are the enjoyment of such a world. It may be more appropriate for them to be the masters of such a world. Black, when you open your eyes, when you wake up from your dreams, when you are intoxicated with the dim lights, you don’t know that the lights are black and the light is black. The world seen by the eyes is no longer colorful, everything is black, everyone’s face seems to be wearing a mask that they don’t know, that he has long been forgotten under the mask, it has long been erased by lies, leaving a hypocritical body. Vanity seems to be enveloped in the sky of this country. People live under such a sky, and life and goals can be imagined. Truth and falsity can be imagined. I groaned, groaning in this peaceful world, moaning how unrecognized this infinite cycle of life is. I am longing again, for the same as me, for the companions of the world-weary people like me to understand me, to understand and to listen. What is the real self like? Have I been a world-weary person, a disease-free moan? No! I didn’t. Like others, I hid my ferocious face under the mask with a hypocritical mask. As a dangerous and kind person, live in this world full of faces. Confused, I don’t know how to live to be my true self. Hesitation, I don’t know how to choose. Loneliness, I don’t know how to understand this kind of loneliness that no one can understand. Decline, I don’t know how to accept such a fact. I groaned in this poor world without illness. I am afraid that I am the poor person who cannot become the fittest in others’ eyes. I seem to have forgotten something. Oh! What I should know is that there are many beautiful things in this world that are no longer recognized. On the street decorated with lights, I wore a mask again, walking silently… walking, nobody knew, nobody knew, nobody knew. I lost, lost to reality. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…