The Four Steps to the Sky

A reader said: "Your favorite writer is Huang Yi, and the first female writer you admire is Long Yingtai. The thing you like to record most is how many books you have signed and lost. You are best at writing about women. Everyone It is the protagonist, not one of them. Osaka, Kyoto, and Kenting all went in 2015, and you joined the army in 1994, and you were 18 that year. Calculate... 42. If you want to study law, you can’t change real estate. Haha.” Khan [Juhan] Some of them are wrong. When will women be good at writing?

sweat!Talked a bunch of nonsense, completely meaningless.Lying with eyes closed, thinking where does the money come from?Money doesn’t fall from the sky, talking about money is not vulgar, and it’s not hurting feelings. Don’t take money too seriously and don’t take it casually. Can’t you see that I’m trying to hold on to my worries and write words?If you can make money by typing with your eyes closed, is there such a program?I'm on.But what about the bed?Get ready first, you can also make money lying down, alas!The pressure is so great that it's fast!

What is written here? In 2015, I wanted to laugh when I saw it.Don't laugh, I just ran to the online document to read it, and 138 people also watched it, and they paid to watch it, ahem!Maybe they are all book friends who only subscribe but don't read!Otherwise, you should spit snowflakes, one by one,?Withered, book friends one by one,?run away.Only my own style is left, wait,?wither.And my love drifted away, scattered into the sky, and my love also collapsed, hovering on the ground, the sky and the earth.

In 2016, looking at the 2012, I thought it was a joke of innocence, and the innocence is still there, with more reflection and understanding.

Depend on!Written in junior high school (junior high school), used in 2011, what am I doing?Is it reserved for me in 2016 to laugh.After a long time, 2011 hit me in 2016.Just Xiao Qian?

Over the past few years, what have you gained?What to lose?What has changed?What doesn't change?I walked over, walked back, walked back and forth, always alone, I struggled for my existence in reality, I sighed everything in virtuality, quiet, gentle, cold, funny, don’t care, don’t care, those are Right and wrong, those sorrows and sorrows, those joys and sorrows, those dreams of coming and going, sitting down, sitting on the ground, it turns out that there is no self for a long time, so it is strange.

The evening breeze blows, light sorrow rises, and the elegy reflects, I park alone, exploring the intertwined confusion, whose sad eyes are trembling, he said that nostalgia and my nostalgia are the same weight of the past, walking It was too far away, and I forgot the original enthusiasm and appointment. There seemed to be a familiar gentle voice in my ear, telling me not to be afraid, but to be brave. After life trials, setbacks are inevitable.

I'm exhausted from work, I don't feel anything at all, it's already Sunday, I'll take over tomorrow morning, I can sleep for four hours, thank you! ! (~^~)