When everything becomes a habit

Author: Emperor min Zi

The changing world, indifferent emotions, cold words, a short period of sincerity. Jump to your fingertips, sharpen your keyboard, and greet you with the cool.

Open it. There are scattered comments on the opening board, a beginning without an end, a messy and unordered story with only an ending ......... Check, the long-lost mood. The soul wandering in the container is pulled back to reality by cold words. Watching for loneliness, I can tell you how far away the reality is. Select All, delete, and some impetuous and painless words. It is also cold after cleaning the room.

When everything becomes a curve in memory, but along the end of this line, it is still the starting point. The arc that we used to walk through is actually so ethereal. On the other end of the horizon, the rising sun was the sun of yesterday. However, it is not the past.

Trace back, past memories. Which of the following is true in the virtual network in the verse that inspires new words? In the face of heartache, I found myself nowhere to escape in the monotonous knocking sound. Noisy streets, people in a hurry, and a casual glance at the cross street, the memories of the past sad, forget the troubles of the world, the secular mind, in a gap, that smart pure emotion is clearly as clear.

When everything becomes a habit, you get used to people and environments that have never touched you. Even if I get tired, I find that if I really want to leave, it would be that attachment. I am used to a non-gorgeous room, although I have always wanted to change it. I am used to the tired network, although I have been saying that I should quit. I am used to this not beautiful city with distinct seasons, although I have always been longing for the beautiful scenery. In a familiar city, the air tastes so friendly. If it disappears into a sea of familiar people, there will be a lot of people who can't leave it!

When the darkness of the lonely soak every inch of skin, a single from the elegant float curve nowhere to find, after the flashy, no one knows the cold. The soul is falling in the combustion and numb after the chaos. Looking back at the shadows, it is clearly the Cang sang behind the washing but the lead. I have never knocked on the keyboard for a long time, but I am a little unfamiliar with it. The screen shows the midnight time. It was discovered that, in less than a year, a person's character, habits, and passion were restored. Even the most instinctive smile has become so stiff.

In fact, this is a passthrough, why care so much?

When everything has become a habit, I am just the passer in a hurry.