I've been staying here.

From the tallest window in my house.

I waved a white handkerchief.

Say goodbye to my scattered poems.

I am neither happy nor sad.

This is the fate of poetry.

I write them down for people to see.

Because I can't do anything else,

Just as flowers can't hide their colors,

Rivers can't hide their running,

Trees cannot hide their fruits.

They seem to be sitting in a carriage and have already left me.

I can't help feeling sorry.

My body seems to have pain.

Who knows who will watch it?

Who knows who will get them?

I am a flower, picked by fate for exhibition.

I am a tree, and my fruit is picked and eaten.

I am a river, and my water is destined to flow away from me.

I admit defeat and feel a little happy.

This kind of happiness seems to come from boredom with sadness.

Come on, get away from me!

A withered tree still exists, and its leaves are scattered in nature.

A flower withers, turns to dust and lasts forever.

When a river flows into the sea, its water will always keep its true color.

I've been here and stayed, just like this universe.

Nana Ding Ding Ji

1, Fixed Investment Health Day 124 (height 166, weight 54kg)

Skipping rope 1207

Diet and habits:

Reduce carbohydrate intake and increase protein.

2. The 60th day of scheduled study.

Share within a group

3. The 60th day of scheduled parenting.

Hands are not for hitting people, bacteria are not for sharing, and voices are not for shouting.