Diary of mood notes

There is a strong wind blowing on the roof and it feels a little cold. Perhaps this is a cold fate, and the fog last night will never disperse. Looking around, only a few tall buildings wrapped in fog are looming there. The knocking sound on the construction site not far away is constantly reflected by the dense fog and reverberates in the ear. I can feel that in front of my eyes, somewhere in the gray, there is a group, no! Maybe a bird is singing. The crying hides the dissatisfaction and helplessness of this winter. Of course, I have nothing to complain about this winter because I like the cold.

Facing the new semester, I don't know what to say. I just want to sing to myself. Because of this depressing New Year?

It's windy again, and a lot of leaves have fallen, a unique pine tree in the school. There is an inexplicable sense of ignorance. None of the pine trees in my memory will shed their leaves, but I vaguely remember that someone told me that the leaves of pine trees should be changed every four or five years. Think about it, too. How monotonous it would be to wear a suit all your life! My friend came to see me again today (I don't have many human friends, but birds and animals always love to be with me). I fed them instant noodles, and they ate a lot in front of me, but I guess they must be busy now! The last kitten (there are several such kittens in school) also saw that she was not so timid and came up to me! 8 ~ I only watched from a distance because I was afraid of catching a cold. )

The rain stopped, it turned cloudy and the wind stopped. I like this gray day, the wind is very light, everything is washed clean by the previous rainy day, the ground is a little wet, and the air is cold only in winter. Everyone looks so real and kind. Friends take this opportunity to jump up and down on campus and shout happily, giving people the illusion that spring is coming. Mood? I don't know. I just want to be happy about everything. It seems that her birthday is coming soon. I gave her a present, a book with my phone number on it. I hope they understand what I mean.

On the day when the sun came out, there were clouds in the sky and it was still gray. In this gray, a small piece of light blue jumps out from time to time, and it passes inadvertently. I decided to make a plan for myself, but I don't want to be bound by myself ~ I'd better not waste such good weather and go out for a walk.