Smoke cage cold water month cage Yarn

two days ago, I received a letter, j This is a group of letters. j in the United States, a person is a pure science major at a university. He said that he recently started writing blog now, I hope you can check it out frequently, understand his life status.

JIt's my good friend. We know each other fast.12Years ago, he was arrogant, but his inner feelings were quite delicate.

I like his words. the delicate strokes of a man who is full of elegance in his bones are always able to impress us with a soft heart.

I opened hisBlog, Carefully read his text. A little joy, really.

JAs always, the style has never changed over the years. I'm a bit jealous, because few people around me can use the original text to describe life. At least I can't!

ReadJThe text is a kind of enjoyment, accompanied by a touch of joy or a touch of melancholy, in the world of the self-indulgence of the heart, as if instantly erased the traces of the years.

JI was taken to many years ago, many quiet nights, and I was willing to leave the pressure on the College Entrance Examination behind me. I was quietly alone and opened my own essay, record the impressions and epiphany of the next generation. I have never kept a diary, but I prefer to write as soon as possible. The texts that have been reserved for many years have been preserved until today. I occasionally read it, and many of my original feelings fade away with the passage of time. However, when I pick it up again, my heart will still be touched.

I have j blog -- " cold water month cage yarn, late Po Qinhuai near restaurant " . I don't know why, just for a moment, I suddenly thought of smoke, think of the days we have been together. Although it has nothing to do with the artistic conception of this sentence, my memories can't help but bring me to the age related to smoke and my youngest age.

Smoke is also in the United States at the moment, but maybeJIn different cities, I cannot remember the name of the country. The first time you ask, remember, and the second time you ask again, even if you remember, you will forget it next time. So if I have another friend in the United States, I will not ask the city. A friend of mine was on a business trip to Canada last month. He just wanted to tell me which city he was in on the phone and was immediately stopped by me. If I forget it, I did not pay attention to it, so I don't want to listen.

 

I ran to a meeting just now. I was bored and interrupted, so I couldn't sink into my previous state of mind. It was a bit strange, but I had to stop it.

Wait a few days and read again when you are idle.JMay be in that mood again.