Adrift in 2023

Sleep is really a gift... When I have an anxiety disorder, I feel panicked and scared, and I can't sleep at all.

Those cruel, disastrous, whirlpool epics condensed by the sorrow of countless creatures are indeed my favorite stories to write. I would like to talk after seeing the first person picking a tree ()

Looking at the last paragraph, I vaguely remembered my first-grade primary school teacher. For me at that time, it may have been a confusing time, but now it seems that it was the perfect time. However, when I think about it from my perspective, I often lament that being a primary school teacher is really a life-threatening thing. You have to face countless "me's before and now", it's life-threatening! The older I get, the more I feel that I was really pitiful in the past. The more I feel this way, the more I feel grateful for the people who were by my side in the past. How could I be so generous? One day, the future me will make the same comments about the present me and the people around me - thinking about this, the guy who was typing was already in a mess, his hands rested on the keyboard, and he felt slightly confused.

The second point is particularly touching, "People have searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he is there, in the dim light." I am afraid that the more incomprehensible I write, the more I have to keep writing. I miss it all the time - like falling in love, cherishing treasures, and cherishing the feelings of the first writing. Whenever I think of these, the hesitation in my heart may be reduced a lot.

Speaking of vocabulary listing, I thought of the lyrics of a song, which seems to be similar to noun stacking: The? Treetops,? The? Chimneys The snowbed stories, winter gray stories covered in snow. Wildflowers,? Those? Meadows? Of? Heaven Wind? In? The? Wheat wheat field wind blowing A? Railroad? Across? Watersrailroad skimming water The? Scent? Of? Grandfatherly? Love is like a grandfather, with a loving atmosphere. Blue? Bayous,? Decembers coincides with December, Senlan Bay—— Moon through a dragonfly's wings. I also thought of a line that impressed me deeply: Karate master, Katsumi Yuchi, twenty-one-year-old summer, scorching time—— Many times, giving up the coherence between words and just using fragmented stacking is more immersive than dynamic description, or that kind of picture appears in front of you. I often use it when I write (laughs).

Keeping one's heart is a rare thing

Wow, I'm really looking forward to those interesting words.

It's pitiful. The author always reminds me of my former biology teacher. She probably gave people the impression of being a very good adult woman, neither young nor middle-aged, that's all. She is mature, steady, reliable and gentle. Her classmates all like her and privately call her "Ginger Mom" and "Ginger Sister". The latter title is because this teacher who is very gentle and reliable at first sight will act coquettishly with the students from time to time like a little girl. She has a teacher who can be called a best friend... In short, when I think back to my teachers in high school, I always feel that they fully reflect the harmony between high school students (except for some grade directors, etc.), But after seeing the author's life You might also feel a smile, maybe, this moment is just like that time (laughing) (By the way, being hospitalized in the morning and going to class in the afternoon was really miserable)

The garbled code behind is...?

Injecting a sling bottle... Seems like a memory from a lifetime ago. I know the pain of illness all too well. I wish you and those children a speedy recovery. I'm lucky, maybe because I'm far away from the city, I didn't get sick. How happy!