Depart from Wuxi at 7:00 in the morning and take the bus back to my hometown.
The journey is not far away.
The days are chaotic and numb.
I had planned to write 6,000 words a day, but I was too lazy to write a single word.
The air in the countryside is fresh and compelling.
Vast fields, boundless sea of ??people.
The villages are uneven.
suddenly wanted to build a house. It doesn't need to be luxurious. Just two bungalows. The yard is surrounded by walls, where flowers, grass, and vegetables are planted, and a path is paved with cobblestones until it reaches the door. It is indeed a retirement home. Think of my old self, faltering.
When I left home for the bus station at 5:30 in the morning, it was still dark. There are very few pedestrians on the road.
It is raining lightly.
Blowing on the face is freezing.
The light of the street lamp stretched the shadow of the person very long.
I hope this distance can be extended forever. Always on the road, always enjoying the joy of walking.
From dark to dawn.
Like waking up from a dream.
My face became very kind. The car's wobbling and stumbling, like a basket of reality, has been separated from the illusion of illusion.
Back to my hometown
It's just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and the stomach will always be swollen and sad.
? Finished watching (Three Lives Three Worlds Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms). Infatuated with men like Ye Hua. Aloof, intelligent, serious.
I don't know how to describe myself.
The depraved life has made me numb.
? Is there a certain moment when there will be a feeling of disappointment and despair The sound of cannons is still ringing outside One sound after another, Ling Lie is in pain
?After watching the Spring Festival Gala, I don¡¯t go to bed until three o¡¯clock in the morning
From one banquet to another, standing in the middle of a noisy crowd, feeling terrified
The feeling of dreaming, I don¡¯t know where I am (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com