I am a lonely fish

My hands keep clicking the mouse, and the moonlight leaks from my fingers. The night is cool like water, and the network is like the sea, and I am a lonely fish in the sea.

I said goodbye to the hustle and bustle of the day. In my hut, I sat down quietly and slid quietly into the deep ocean following the telephone line. I know that I am just a small fish in a rush, there is no time limit, there is no identity limit, there is no status limit, I am the same as other fish, they are all non-worried travelers.

I like to swim in the deepest loneliness of the Web sea, and I love the network that is as all-encompassing as a spider. I think of myself as the small fish in the deep ocean, and freely ferry myself from the dark night to the early morning.

 

 

It is also the late autumn, the cycle of the season. In this sea, I found that many of my moods are different from those of the day. The past is like the yellow leaves on the tree. As the mood changes, the sky falls. Once enthusiastic and prosperous, In this season of vegetation withered, in this dark deep sea, began to slowly ferment (should read Jiao), so that his heart is always full of emotion. Look at the mirror to know that the years have let yourself grow, cheeks with wrinkles, old.

 

 

The longing for love, at this time, is like a climbing plant, rising along the tree of memory. The sunshine and water of love have been seed up by the trivial aspects of life. So beautiful flowers, watching for a long time also gives birth to boredom. Once upon a time, the garden was dry and yellow. Listening to "Liang Zhu" sent by netizens can make me yearn for love, so that I can come out of the materialized emotions, and see the flowers of love again, attracting the butterfly of love. See the clear sky, the wings fly, lingering the eternal world.

Everything is like a different world.

 

 

 

Behind the dark, there is a vast void hidden. Like the carved mirror, there is no image left empty. I watched the same fish on the busy and silent network for no purpose. That is, at this time, I can calmly examine myself and others. We live in an everlasting desire and fantasy. In a strange day, we do not dare to face failure. We are afraid that others will break through our own uneasiness. We will be honored and humiliated, bitter and sour, ups and downs hidden in the heart. Find something to torture yourself, find some ideas to enable yourself, and even find some alcohol to anesthesia yourself.

But in the Internet, we don't have to hide ourselves in this way. We can freely let our wounds bleed under the protection of code. We can make our tears burst in online games. In the sea, we can jump between time and space. In the ripple sea, we can swim freely or quietly in the corner of the deep sea, like a sea stone flower.

The moonlight is flowing between my fingers, just as my time is flowing quietly. I think of the loneliness that I used to walk on the bustling Street, the weakness at the beginning of the lights, the loneliness in the busy atmosphere, and the great sense of wandering in the strangers on the street, in the cruelty of reality, I felt the cold temperature of death.

 

 

 

All night, my thoughts are soaked in salty waters. I am a fish and no one can see my tears. But I saw every swimming fish. They were all so free, but they were all so lonely.

My hands keep clicking the mouse, and the moonlight leaks from my fingers. Night is like water, and the network is like the sea, so I can swim in without sight.