"I was born to be a whale that was not suitable for touching the sun. I was stranded on the coast, on the white tiles called the human world. I was at a loss, so I thought about it and didn't bother myself. For me, this moment is the biggest desert."
Chen Luo, who was born sensitive, has been trapped by his surroundings since he was a child. The circumstances forced him to tighten his inner coat so as not to get hurt. His parents didn't seem to notice the abnormality on his side. They continued to ignore spiritual communication, and Chen Luo, who began to understand something, slowly cut off this bridge.
"The evening breeze stranded at the alley, making a hazy cocoon of moonlight."
"What promised me was not the sweetness I imagined, but the weak gravity that suddenly came from my arm, an iris-purple gravity, but it pulled me off balance and led me into Van Gogh's night."
Just like many people, I encountered a moment of surprise in an extracurricular class. Chen Luo and her started in the winter of the third year of junior high school, which was very warm. But gradually, fate makes them farther apart.
"Now, I have long understood: Don't resent those who have left you, and don't blame yourself for your efforts. If you re-examine the entire incident a few years later, you will find that as early as the perfect beginning, you have already seen the shadow of tragedy. The entire incident is as logical as fate, and gently goes to destruction."
The spring of the third year of junior high school was very cold.
Regarding his friendship, Chen Luo also gradually became clear: "The more people think they know me, the farther away they are from me." When he was a child, he confided in family, when he was older, he confided in friendship, and when he was older, he confided in love, but now it is difficult to open any road. Gradually, he suffered from depression, began to give up on himself, began to degenerate, began to get tired of the light, and began to feel darkness in his heart. He is sad, and no one understands him; he is indifferent, and everyone despises him. There are constant bumps and bumps on this road, until it leads to sad self-commitment...
"Everything in the world is just dimly glowing and dependent on each other for warmth. But in the end, it inevitably returns to the silent Canghuai called death. Nothing can exist alone. This is the gentle power that leads to the same destination through different paths."
Sensitive people are always fragile, and this is a life that is broken all over.
Purpose: record
