The cold wind was biting, and I couldn't help but shiver while standing on the green belt on the street.
"Hiss" The pain on my back hit me again, and I couldn't help but scream. In the middle of winter, it's really hard to stand in the wind like this. I took out a cigarette and lit it. Hopefully the nicotine will bring some relief to my body. The smoke mixed with the heat of my breath enveloped me, and I felt isolated from the world for a moment.
Actually, I don't like smoking. Except for holding a cigarette in my mouth like other children when I was a child, I had never touched a cigarette in my life.
First time, smoking. It doesn't feel good. Cigarettes are essentially drugs. So when I was young, I always looked at those who smoked with justice and disdain - cool junior high school students, decadent uncles, and even old people who have been smoking longer than my father. In fact, when I grow up, I realize that life is long and lonely, and I will always be alone. Smoke can accompany people and provide them with sustenance.
However, I still feel that smoking is bad. But maybe I am just like those people, so I can no longer look at them with the same eyes as before. Everything has changed, and I can never go back to the righteous and restrained but passionate young man I used to be. I think I've fallen.
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