The ups and downs make a glass of wine in life, and this glass of love has drunk many children of the world. I was not an alcoholic, nor was I addicted to alcohol. It was only because of that deep love that intoxicated my wandering soul, which made me trek in the swamp of alcohol.
Ask what year is today? I was so drunk last night that I forgot how I came back. All the details were lost in the night wind. However, it is not necessarily a bad thing to be drunk and forget to return. Only when you are drunk, can you choose that heart lamp, and under the persistence of insomnia, let the night sky light up the whole dream. Whether you are pensive or lonely, time is always passing by. In the long river of time, if you prop up a penny pole and let the rafts wander freely, the splashing water is the trace of the drunken heart, which is fleeting and hard to find. . And feelings, at the moment when the drizzle floats into the eyes, have already been exiled in the eaves outside the window and the mountains outside the building, without a trace of muddy water, without endless sadness and joy. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com