Life is like a race and you get up late. As I gnawed my buns and rushed to the stadium, I saw many people and objects of all kinds around me.
When you were chewing the minced meat in the buns and worrying about whether you would eat cockroaches or flies, a little guy outside the stadium suddenly shouted to you: The game is already halfway over, and you are still walking there, why are you dawdling?
At this time, you suddenly realize that the game has already started.
And you haven't started warming up yet.
I want the game to restart, I want everything to be ready before I go on the field, I want to...
What? None? Can we extend the race schedule and extend the original 60 kilometers to 80 kilometers? I won't just eat buns for the remaining 50 kilometers.
But the fact is that you have no idea before the game how many meters you can run in this game.
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Some people, like grocery shopping, come and go in your life.
Some people seem to have signed up for a shopping tour with you, and then cursed and left, never to return.
Those who went and those who stayed were recorded.
I have a bad memory and am afraid of forgetting.
Intention: I haven't figured out what confusion is yet, but I have been confused for half my life. Every day seems to be in a hurry. Where to go?