After graduation, life took hold and dreams were lost. In the prosperous society, I was like a helpless ant who left early and came home late. In a regular life, we often forget the years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds, just like a dying old man, waiting for the night during the day, and waiting for the dawn at night.
It's late winter again, the north wind is biting, it's just the wind, and there's always a feeling of survival. Nowadays, the youthful coat has long faded away, the radical and impetuous emotions have faded away, and it has begun to settle down. It is neither sad nor happy, and the stagnant water is slightly rippled.
I dare not look forward to the future. I often drink with memories. I have been working for 8 years. Those scenes are like micro-movies. A few fragments are played in a loop inadvertently. Those people, those things, and those experiences become the beating words in my pen.