Kneel and beg for a selected weekly diary, except poetry, the style is not limited, the more the better! Urgent! ! !

A week passed like a light, clear and crisp, but the loneliness in my heart stayed forever. It reminds us that the best way to vent is to shed tears of sadness and loneliness, not to laugh. If so, I don't know what else I can do alone. Sometimes I laugh at myself. What am I sad about? Obviously, there are so many good friends around, but ... something seems to be missing ... giving up is to lose something very reluctantly. This thing is very precious, and I have an impulse to hide it behind me to protect it. As a memorial, this is a painful idea, thinking about the beauty of the past. The most intimate, wonderful and beautiful mood, at that time, the straw in my heart was facing the spring breeze to meet the warmth below. Yearning is the realm of dreams, which cruelly separates reality from fantasy, so that some people who have no center like the wind can only yearn for it, and when they reach out and touch it, it will turn into water waves and ripple ... ~ ~ When they are lonely, the temperature of a glass of ice water can replace hot coffee, a dead leaf is a lush tree, and a small grain of sand spreads the sea in their hearts ... So loneliness is also a shortcoming in another perfection.