Half-life rewards bitterness, and I am far from boiling ink.
Postscript:
Prosperity, eventually lost to fleeting time, the moment of youth, just a glimpse of time. I was in a trance, and Zhu Yan's words were reflected in the mirror; Half-life ups and downs, big dreams wake up if reborn. ...
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. When life has experienced wind, frost, rain, snow, joys and sorrows, where will you go, my heart, and wake up and return to your mother? ...
Quiet building, blue desk lamp on his desk. Outside the window, the fragrance is thin and the moonlight is dissolved; Have a cup of fragrant tea, read a good book and enjoy yourself. Or take notes by cooking ink, and record the troubles of the world of mortals and the joy of life with a thin pen, so that simple words and faint ink can fill the rest of my life. ...