Many times I stand on the opposite side of common sense. Although generally speaking, it does not harm others, it is a bit like destroying myself.

Chic, free, free, at ease, carefree (carefree, no worries)...

These are unrealistic.

But I like it.

The phrase me and goddon't get alongnow i sing comes to mind again.

The dean said that the spirit can be free.

Is it just spiritual?

It's just the spirit. What's the difference between freedom and unfreedom?

If your dream is higher than the sky, then chase it.

(Two songs come to mind, "Light Chaser" and "Dream Chaser")

Is it enough to just look up?

A moth flies into the flame, and the moon is caught in the water...

Kuafu chases the sun, Foolish Old Man moves the mountains, Jingwei fills the sea...

One movie comes to mind, "Up".

I also think of the sentence "Long Song Huai Cai Wei" (this is a random entry).

The expectations of family members run through the entire lifeline.

I don't want to... don't want to live an ordinary life.

I still like "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."

If life is fragile, let it be fragile.

I use my own characteristics to break through the limitations of lifespan, rather than prolonging life through reproduction.

Reminds me of the song "Keep Walking in the Rain".

Prolong one's life... I think of a phrase. Is it prolong one's life span? It's too long ago. I forgot when I learned it.

Another word comes to mind.

After laying out the sheets, I went to look for clothes.

The clothes are getting thinner and thinner. It’s so magical that I don’t know where I’ve gone. I think of the movie “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”.

I found a set. The pants are new and the clothes are from about ten years ago.

But it looks almost the same as new.

Even so...if you wear it home, your family may still get rid of it.

This dress. It makes me a little sad.

Because, my first love once wore it.

That was probably seven years ago. My first love said that I liked wearing boys' clothes.

"Bowl".

"There was a time when it was difficult to change the sea."

"The golden harp has fifty strings for no reason".

I don’t want to be sensational, so I’ll stop here.

Even if I go back to the past now, I can't solve the problems of the past.

I've grown a lot, a lot, but a lot of the problems are a lateral thing on both sides.

It's not anyone's fault that we can't get along well.

nobodywrong.

I have said before that all sins can be forgiven.

Say, dissenters are not evil.

In fact, this diary was unfolded incorrectly (I think of "Zhan Xinjia" and "Seeing the words is like the face").

But I forgot how it should unfold.

It's a bit like a mirage. What you see from a distance and what you see up close are two different things.

I thought it should be like this, but after writing it it became like that.
Chapter completed!