I'm a few years older unconsciously. In a blink of an eye, time slips by secretly, and the tender years are gradually retreating. All that's left is loneliness and loneliness, which is uniform, monotonous and repetitive, and has never caused a stir. God endowed me with artistic talent, and also gave me loneliness and loneliness. Loneliness is my nature, and I don't know how long it will take me to be so carefree. Once upon a time, I gave leisure to sin. I want to build a house, just myself, telling stories about myself, about loneliness, a hundred years of loneliness. In the arctic sky, on the penguins in the Antarctic, the cold wind roared, making me turbid. Turbidity is my nature, so I can't wake up! Chaos is the true nature of the world! Where can I be sober? I don't belong to this world, and I am too narrow-minded to be trapped in this small world. I don't know that we still have many worlds, and there are all kinds of worlds. Why should I be restrained? You mean artificial? But I hate that exaggerated action and artificial expression. Who are you performing with? To survive? What a noble excuse, it's just greed, selfish thoughts. I don't want to talk too much about the world. I want to be broad and talk about something else. Don't be shy. Talk about something else, about loneliness, about death. I am afraid of death. I don't know how many dreams I had about death, but what I love, about nature, about nature, about everything about freedom. I regret why Haizi died so early! Why do talented people die young? Just like fireworks always die, it's just a moment of beauty. I had an eternal dream. Everything in the dream was so beautiful that it never passed away, just like time passed, but he never passed away. About mother, about maternal love, about father's love, about hometown, about missing, about breath, about the land where I was born and raised, I was not so heartless, but sometimes it still reminded me of a trace of missing. Just lonely! About everything about dreams, oh, when did I have a dream? I have had a beautiful dream about love, but I hate these happy things. I don't have these things in my bones. In my bones, I am poor, miserable and sad. A sad word explains everything. I am not as noble as Buddha's compassion, but about laity, which can't be more vulgar. Laughter is a spoon, a fool and a stupid person. Maybe I should never have an epiphany. Let me be thrown into hell to enjoy the suffering of reincarnation. Perhaps bitterness suits me best, and ease and enjoyment make me feel uneasy. Perhaps my bones reveal the poor thoughts of old China, which are poor, short and vulgar to the extreme. I hate me very much. Have I ever thanked others for their kindness to me? Have I ever done anything in return? The earth is a solid arm. No wonder I like the earth so much, love it so much, and have a dream of raising my land. Tonight I will have a dream about my hometown, about their people and things. Except myself, I always don't want to show my face. Just like the big girl of Huanghua in the old society, I can't get out of the door. It's still the same today. Is it a reversal of Yin and Yang, and the atmosphere is working? At this time, I just want to be comfortable and do it at sunrise. How strong and healthy this is. Today, I can comfortably make a fuss here and do what I like, which is the most beautiful thing in the world. Some people like food, others are greedy for beauty, while I enjoy loneliness, leisure time and freedom. I don't want to be disturbed, I don't want to be manipulated, I don't want all the news, I just want myself, everything about myself, about not being disturbed, about. About selflessness, about panic, about worry, about pain, people are constantly avoiding pain, and I want to face the difficulties and accept the pain. If I am suffering, I don't want to change anything, turn water into fire, black into white, and one form into another. I think the world is like this. Why bother? How tired! Too tired, maybe I will never be tired. When I have a dream about myself, about love and everything about myself, I will always dominate my own will rather than others. In this world, I will always be the indefensible person and the weak one. I don't adapt to this world. Maybe I have seen it long ago, but I just don't want to say it myself. I can't say that I am afraid that if the cat is leaked, God will kill me. Well, forget it. In fact, I want to end it long ago, but I can't help but keep writing. If it weren't for my life, I wouldn't be so lazy. It's a mess. Alas, I'll come tomorrow! Goodbye to my friends, goodbye to everything, I will come back, but not now, I'm too tired now, and I will continue my life tomorrow. If it weren't for my damn life, I wouldn't be so lazy. Damn life, damn restrictions, damn shackles, damn rules, if it weren't for my life, I wouldn't be too lazy to come over, huh! Goodbye, my friend, goodbye tomorrow!