"I lay down with a newspaper as a pillow.
High above me were the blinking stars, and when the train curved, these stars seemed to be drawing arcs up and down; looking at them, I fell asleep.
This day has passed---one day of all days in my life. Tomorrow is another day and I'm still young. "
PS. I always read what others write, and suddenly I want to know what my own writing looks like. So, once the article is published, no matter whether there are people or not, I will continue to write it.
Sprinkle flowers~~~~O(∩_∩)O~