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I saw an article and stared at its name for a long time.

Low key at 23℃.

I just stared at the name for a long time. It's ordinary, but for me, it touched me.

I suddenly want to write something, but I just feel that I can't express it in words. I'm afraid I'll never find the original inspiration and touch again, just like the lost "flowers" in my childhood, which are gone forever.

So I was silent.

Keep a low profile. Camouflage the world is always full of too many things, what we see and what we can't see. There are noisy voices everywhere, trying to prove their beauty with high-profile words. Deprived of peace, at first, it turned to dust at absolute high temperature; Fall in an unknown corner, lonely and silent. The air is full of unpleasant but increasingly unpleasant smells. They openly rampage in this world and do whatever it takes. So naturally, they succeeded. They make the world warm up, become the winner of the dominant party, and proudly crisscross in various fields. A feeling of evaporation, quickly spread quickly. Dizziness, dizziness, exhaustion.

Reality is always burning at an absolute high temperature, and everything is transpiration in an instant.

Low profile, willing to low profile.

Looking at the stage coldly in the dark corner of the theater. The lights on the stage are flashing, showing their most dazzling brilliance in colorful ways. It changes quickly and is rich in colors. Actors dream on the stage, run other people's lives and carry other people's emotions. The audience roared and laughed wildly. In fact, as we all know, everyone just looks at the guests in a hurry, wears a hypocritical mask, passes by occasionally and is bound to leave. I am very quiet, and I would like to stay alone in the dark corner. Applause for the admiring actor alone, although when applause is mixed with all applause, it can no longer be distinguished.

Walking in the traffic, I was dyed colorful. Street lamps, in the hustle and bustle, seem inexplicable loneliness. Stand out from the crowd silently. It shines with cold light, letting the cold wind pass mercilessly, but it is addicted to the gentle touch of a small snowflake. So I used to walk under the lamp, leaving a slender shadow.

Perhaps enjoy yourself in the noise, there is no group madness, and there is no unbearable loneliness. Sporadic people, quietly crossing the street, wearing colorful clothes, holding some cute little things and hanging happy smiles.

Very satisfied, like this simple happiness.

You don't need conspicuous high-profile, you can ignore the gorgeous appearance, because you don't want the fragility of the vase. So I used to keep a low profile. Perhaps accompanied by secular, in the most common way, the most popular action. In their eyes, they tossed their heads and walked away smartly. Perhaps, use the best way to shuttle through the school to win praise and praise. It's so high-profile that we have to give up the last resistance. In this world, the fittest survive. There is no reason.

Tired, tired. Compromise and give up the struggle-just for a smile. So, safely, go to bed

Began to fight deafening noise with silence; Tear off all hypocrisy with sincerity; Be quiet, calm down and trudge towards the best goal. Keep smiling.

Low-key and gorgeous Willing to live a quiet life and keep the original simplicity quietly.

Memory is a white smile soaked in water, full of water, only a touch, so dry overflow, at a loss.

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Zero loneliness

Many times I am awake, but for a person living in modern times, it will hurt because he knows too much.

I like to look up at the sky when I am alone and feel a kind of emptiness, loneliness and sadness without wounds. When Wan Li is clear and the sky is overcast. I am a lonely person. Lonely people will always light the fire of hope in their hearts again and again, and then burst, tragic death, tragic despair. As a result, I always suddenly fell silent when I laughed heartlessly, and then looked at my friends as happy as a group of children, speechless. If I'm lucky, maybe careful people will think I'm strange. However, how can I understand my pain if I am not a lonely frequent visitor?

Many times, tears don't know how to flow. When my eyes are dry, my eyes hurt when I first look at the burning sunshine, and then I gently tell myself that the sun is too dazzling. I think it's sad for a person like me who even needs to cheat himself. However, life never stopped because of my sadness. When I am happy, I have a shadow in my heart, just like the most gorgeous flame iris. Behind the shining side of the sun, there is always a shadow, as if carved into the meat, which I can't get rid of all my life. As long as there is light, there will be shadows. So there is always inexplicable sadness, so it overflows from the invisible place and is dull. Empty, like a room full of darkness, suffocated by darkness. Many times I really think that I have no pain and can be as happy as a simple person. But when I open my mouth, tears will inexplicably flow down and hit the ground, and my body temperature will drop inch by inch until it is cold and cold, pushing my hope to the cliff again and breaking into pieces. Then I can finally feel at ease and feel sad.

No loneliness, no forgetting.

It doesn't matter if you miss it or disappear.

Those beautiful and soft memories proved themselves so angrily with pain that they struggled to say, look, we live so vividly.

This looks like a beautiful flowering period.

On the other hand, fate goes up and down in samsara.

What wings of hope? There are no wings of hope.

Moonlight shines on the left face

Now that I have graduated, the sun is dazzling and I am finally at a loss. I will stand there like a child, stop and feel sad.

On the day of filming graduation photo, the sun was shining and my eyes hurt a little. I know I'm sad again. We listened to the photographer's instructions like good children, and the queue was very long. Then he made us laugh and laugh happily. I don't feel anything, just do it. I remember that I really made great efforts to finally raise my lip angle inch by inch to the radian he wanted, but I couldn't laugh at it, just wanted to get away with it by sipping my mouth, so that far-fetched action hurt me, and my mouth ached violently and sadness crawled into my heart bit by bit. I know I laughed ugly, but I really tried my best. At the moment when the photographer adjusted the lens, I saw the sunshine scattered on it, and the little finger hanging around me suddenly buckled. Then I pressed the shutter, flashed, paused and solidified.

At that moment, I didn't know if I was crying, but I clearly heard the sound of time breaking in the wind.

Rest, rest, rest.

I pass by the music classroom when I hand in my manuscript at school in the evening. I saw a big black harp, and the manuscript with moonlight on the left face was still pressed on the glass table next to it with crystal. The paper is wrinkled and the corners are broken, but the notes written by those black pens are still clear, so arrogant on the paper. Ji zi and I have been to many places to find creative inspiration, and spent a whole year. On the day when Moonlight on the Left Face was finished, we threw out a pile of music books four or five meters high like two down-and-out literati. We were crazy.

I tapped a few keys to audition, and the voice came faintly. I looked at those music scores, our music, the moonlight on our left face, and our four-stringed piano, and I couldn't play them. The seat on the right is empty and sadness is everywhere. Without a person's input, even the piano can't find its place. I looked down and took a deep breath. My finger is dead. I can't play moonlight on my left face. I leaned my head feebly against the keys, and, um-

A loud wail.

I was so sad that I dropped all over the floor.

I once had a crush on this sad parting, so grand and so depressing. Those salty stories are not mine, and those fragrant tears are not mine. I've always had nothing.

The so-called feelings

The graduation exam on Saturday is still sunny. I was divided into 22 students who left the class examination, and the examination room was located in the teaching building. There is a stone road from the science museum to the teaching building, but it suddenly splits in the middle, as if it had been cut off, and it was heartbreaking. The scenery of the school is very good. My heart sank inexplicably when I walked to the teaching building with a backpack full of review materials. At the fork, I hesitated a little, then strode to the one on the left without looking back. It looks very chic. But I know that there is no one behind me, the right side is very lively, the footsteps on the right side are very noisy, and my companions are on the right. And I am alone, on this left road, seemingly walking smartly.

Seven and I are in the examination room. After I sat down, he looked at me a little differently, but it only returned to normal in an instant. He smiled at me gently, and his mouth rose slightly, and the radian was so weak that even a careless person could not see that he was laughing. And I can know. Because I know him, even if I can't see him, I can clearly feel him. I also laugh, shallow, I don't know what complex emotions are contained in the smile, but it's a bit broken. And he just slightly one leng, is still fleeting.

Dust suspended posture melancholy

The light passes through the eaves.

The warmth in the distance

Scattered into warm fireworks

A long white dress with traces of green moss.

Breathing is wet, thin and cold.

The rouge melted and the shadow shattered all over the floor.

The moonlight is still soft.

Lonely eyebrows exist in name only.

Print the light of the window

Ambiguous happiness and you

invisibility

True or transparent

Dreams in dreams, expectations after expectations.

Cycle of fate

Missing and inspiration

This is a serious style throughout the season.

Or continue to indulge in

Luxury sentimentality

And can it stay like this?

Reach out and hold me in your palm.

The past time is gone forever.

I like rainy weather, because people's mood always becomes depressed at that time, so many disturbing events are reduced.

I don't know when I started, but I became a very vigilant person. Fear of being disturbed in the crowd is like an animal far away from the crowd. I am not a person who flaunts personality. In fact, sometimes when I see others playing with personality, I just feel that I just want to attract others' attention, so I get bored and avoid it.

In fact, it is easy to see people who really have an independent and complete heart and people who play grandstanding with their personality. I often see some stars who have just debuted, talking about anecdotes of their childhood, and I can't wait to put a label on myself: "I am different! I have personality! Come and pay attention to me! " In fact, I am eager for others to understand, but no one pays attention to it and hates it.

There is no one in the world who doesn't want others to know him. Everyone longs for the attention and understanding of others, just as a baby stretches out his hands and longs for his mother's hug. However, there are always some people who lose interest in such things after being hurt or frightened too much. People who have experienced many things really don't care whether others know themselves. In other words, too many people pay attention to themselves, so they don't pay attention. I prefer the former, which is a kind of indifference that sees through the world, while the latter is spoiled. For example, Tony Leung Chiu Wai, who kept a low profile to death, is also the envy of the whole people.

Someone once described me as low-key and gorgeous, saying, "You always try to keep a certain distance from others, thinking that your low profile is actually more noticeable." It is low-key and gorgeous. "

I felt uneasy for a time. After all, I was still young and didn't have much pride. I can't bear such praise at once. I just long to keep my distance from others, because I feel insecure. Sometimes the curious eyes of others are also a kind of harm to me. I used to be too soft, so people would despise me and keep asking questions, including the date of birth, including the brand of clothes, including my pocket money, and sometimes it's really bad to be too different from others. If they don't know a person well enough to get close to him, they will envy him. On the contrary, if you are willing to talk to them, they will think that you are "so much" and disdain. In a word, people who are not from the same world had better not be together.

I always feel that not many people can be close to me. Like this kind of person, don't ask anything, just stay quietly. I won't speculate on you, and I won't make irresponsible remarks behind your back. I've always had this awareness, but since I dated a boy, I've doubled my mind.

That boy is really a person who can make girls fear forever. I was diligent at first, so diligent that I could kneel down in the street and tie your shoelaces. I am often wronged and feel that my efforts have not been rewarded. Very upset, I feel that there is no way to grasp me. Very fickle, reading my words feels that it is full of my stories (this is the most wordless thing). Then we quarreled, and then we quarreled ... I never quarreled with a man, he was the first one, and every quarrel was a disgusting memory. Later, I learned that such frivolous feelings are not love. Although I have never loved him, I have been accommodating. Sometimes I feel abnormal, but accommodating can only make him feel more victimized.

Fortunately, such a person finally broke up. I think it is more appropriate for him to break up. So he can save some face in front of his friends.

If a man always makes you feel abnormal, it means that you are from two different worlds and should not be together by nature. Why entangle in the fantasy of love and make it bloody?

Never liked naive men very much. Although a man's naivety is related to his age, I think most of it is personal quality. Some people are so vulgar all their lives. It is annoying to see others out of reach.

Later, I learned to screen people around me and found that getting along with others was not so painful. Tang once had such a metaphor: "If an abnormal person thinks you are normal, it means you are abnormal." Sometimes you are forced to choose your own life circle.

Tang's handsome, but also joking with colleagues, but also has his own social circle, speaking is not necessarily much different, wearing clothes are also very common styles. But it gave me the impression that it was great.

People always need to savor it slowly. I'm tired of seeing people who drag others to introduce themselves as soon as they meet. In fact, he said he was "very loyal" and paying the bill might be the fastest. He said he was "a group of girlfriends", and he obviously looked like a frog ... He had more contact and found him in this class. Whenever I frown at such a person, I see Tang smiling knowingly and not talking.

I didn't feel very good talking to Tang for the first time. He is very cautious and attaches great importance to his privacy. Fortunately, I am such a person, but I feel more relaxed. Asked what he did, he was vague and said that he was collecting information. I knew he didn't like talking about it, so I didn't ask.

He sometimes pretends to be vulgar, and tells some vulgar jokes and plays jokes on the world. He has been through so much that he can stay out of it and make fun of some people and things. Some men worry too much for fear of being looked down upon. In fact, after getting along for a long time, there are some things that you don't have to say, and everyone understands. The scruples of youth are sometimes superfluous.

Later, I found out that he had a wide range of knowledge, and I realized that his real education and identity were enough to make people around him feel ashamed.

I once joked and praised him, but he was very upset. I know, in fact, whether you succeed or not is something that needs your silent efforts. Praise and criticism from others are just a burden. I stopped talking afterwards.

He never asked me about my past and future, as if he was sure that I would tell him one day. Sometimes I am encouraged to associate with boys more, for fear that I will get sick if I am autistic for too long. I said it's better to starve to death than to vomit to death. He laughed at me for being a child and sometimes being too stubborn. But I still don't want to change for the time being.