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    Very decadent, I finished my eight-day vacation.

    How should I prepare for the next time?

    Thinking some things will get done during the holidays, but the reality is that I lie in bed and sleep until it is dark.  In a 24-hour day, I spend 18 hours sleeping.  In order not to rely too much on the mobile phone, I deleted the social software on the mobile phone.

    But I would rather stare blankly with my eyes open.  I don't want to sit at the computer and type a word.

    The "laziness" in the bones is slowly developed.

    I get into moments of anxiety.  Confused about the future.  I thought about many ways to break through my own limitations, but I was denied one by one.  I live in a fantasy.  And sooner or later this assumption will be shattered.

    It took eight days to try to calm my heart down.  My world is full of troubles and sorrows.

    When life reaches a certain threshold, some choices must be made.  Confused about what choice to make so that you won't regret it for the rest of your life?

    Suddenly become preoccupied?

    What the hell is going on in my brain?  Maybe I can go to a place where no one knows me and start everything from scratch.  Will the trajectory of life slide in the direction I expected?

    It is not necessary to have many friends.

    Go to work normally, get off work.  Full of fresh excitement everywhere.  New people, new stories sprout.

    Always become a phantom in the expectation of year after year.

    I will have many, many dreams.

    Dreaming about people and things in the past.  They are clearly imprinted in my mind.

    It made me lose my mind and have a splitting headache.

    The people who show up briefly in my life.  Many have forgotten their faces and names.

    My heart is an empty shell.  It is the wind of loneliness, the bell of loneliness.  Maybe I will also envy the carnival of a group of people on the street, and I will also envy the couple holding hands sitting quietly under the bus stop sign.

    Eight days of silence.

    The past is like a beautiful picture scroll constantly emerging in front of my eyes.  Someone or something I want to grab.  The youth I want to keep.

    I will miss someone too.

    I also feel heartache for certain things.

    I know that piece of heart is soft.  The wind and the grass can stir up thousands of ripples.

    the holiday is over.  Heralds another busy season.  I woke up from a deep sleep and opened my sleepy eyes.  The world and I haven't changed.  It is working hard, and the human beings living on the earth are running forward desperately.

    I don't know if it's a fresh start.

    My heart trembled faintly.

    The "wildness" in my bones, the willful wildness, the naive wildness, the wildness towards the future, is slowly waking up.

    Feel the joys and sorrows of the world.

    Feel the eternity of a moment.

    Trivial love for children.

    Unfinished love poems.

    There is no end to talk.  They all stay at the moment when the tip of the tongue is shaking.

    I walked through that sea of ??people.  Came here for a promise.

    The river of life is surging.

    The expectations for the future never stop.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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