Shen Ri Peeling Oranges

In the final analysis, my exploration of literature was nothing more than an ignorant and tasteless interest. Put down the pen, hide the shadow, and rain. The words are always short, and you have to press the words to understand it, which is a cumbersome way of life. I can not write it, I can ignore it, but what does this have to do with the loss of body fat in the past? So I have to write, I have to think, and I have to endure. The autumn air is cold, so I put pen to paper. The bridge is quiet at night, and I hide my shadow. Lying in an empty cage, I enjoy the rain. Words are meaningless. It makes no sense to you or me.