Some memory, some feeling

==== Autumn is coming. I miss you quietly through a wrinkle on the way to the past. In the twilight, I think of you as a maple tree and think of it as a returning goose -- du XIII ====

In a twinkling of an eye, I finished my work and lived by myself. Out of the school, but feel the time Pentium such as water, in a twinkling of an eye over the early summer, after the midsummer, after the late summer and early autumn, the month near the middle of the autumn thin.

I like to feel a little cool morning breeze on my way to the company, so that I can release my own dull thoughts. Every time I breathe in the fresh air, and when I go to work, I listen to the sound of people, the sound of cars, and the sound of the flute. I feel the vitality of this city, which is gradually awake from its sleep, the pace will always be strong and brisk. Occasionally, beautiful women pass by, beautiful faces, soft waist limbs, and elegant shape. Seeing this rare scenery, it is rare that there is no YY action. I have read a Post saying that the most painful thing in the world is to go to work. What is more painful than going to work is to go to work every day. What is more painful than going to work every day is to work overtime, what is more than overtime: daily overtime; the most painful thing is: daily overtime. What I did not expect when I laughed at it was that I was living such a life now. Besides going back to bed at nine o'clock, the company basically solved the five major things in my life. In addition to the joy of getting a salary, we don't have to worry about the trouble of making money when paying the rent. I am all calm like an old man. I spent most of my time working very hard. I only needed to work overtime at night to increase my mental cramps. A little Corder is impatient, sometimes tired of this dull life. Changsha is a beautiful city, and its nights are fascinating. Going back from the company, most of them are very late. One person goes to the night. The road was walking in the shadows, and insects were screaming. Apart from the sharp scream of the occasional galloping car, there was still a quiet and clear charm. When the roadside goes outward, It is a line of yellow-colored street lights. From far away, there are exclamation marks and some are like question marks. Most of the time I step on my own shadow, slowly squatting, leisurely thinking about some past events, calm mood, go back to wash and sleep. Sometimes the night makes me miss the tide, and again I see my hands stretched out with hope, catch the yellow light mixed with a light moonlight, think of my own nothing, watching my figure is stretched, trampled, until a dang, branded on the home wall. At rest, it's also hard to sleep ...... I am typing on the familiar keyboard in my company. when only a few colleagues are not disturbing me, I will enter some of my feelings with five strokes I will forget. After all, text is far away from my life and can only be written in code Article . Not many are written. It is a record! ============ After many years, a sudden smile dispelled the dream of the past, so I forgot your gentle voice and the shadows of your days. -- Purkin ==========