Sky Night Diary

We have a three-day holiday on New Year's Day and will end the holiday tomorrow. The long-awaited end of the world has become a farce, and the Mayan predictions cannot prevent the sun from rising as usual. Just like no matter how sad I cry, you still turn around and leave. This is life. I opened Weibo, looked at yours and hers, and then closed it, silently saying in my heart, I wish you happiness. The city where I live has experienced the coldest winter in decades. I curled up in bed like a sick cat and reached for the water glass on the bedside table. I accidentally touched it and broke it on the floor. I looked at the water stains and broken glass on the mahogany floor, slowly closed my eyes, and memories flooded into my head like a tide. I thought that the most painful memory was over, but little did I know that the banquet of life was about to begin. . . . . Duoduo opens a new hole, my favorite story, struggle and love. Perhaps in this material world, we gradually lose ourselves and forget love. But one day, when you walk through that familiar street and look back, you will find that love has always been there and never left.