Missing is like a sharp blade， thorn in my heart is very painful， very painful. Think of him， maybe at this time， really need a person to talk around， or give the heart of comfort.

The days without you， the sky was dark， shut the door， a man hiding in the house， leaning in a small corner， beating some 00 pieces of writing. In this lonely time， there is still something called “words“ accompanied me， I did not forget to walk through the text.

Writing has always been my favorite. I don't have much mental composition recently. I feel very narrow. I read some philosophical words， but I can't understand anything. Somehow， that passion seems to have disappeared. Who has been holding books all day long? Who read the beautiful essay on the bus? Who is who in the bookstore reading books? I can't imagine myself walking now. I like the costume drama， and the latest popular entertainment program “good voice in China“. I can keep the TV set alive without going out all day. Life is getting poor， is the spirit of the poor， inner emptiness， in short， a lack of power， lack of a pioneering spirit. Should I change myself? Should I think about it? Life should not be so mediocre， life should be meaningful. Can you give me courage?

In autumn， I like walking in the park， smelling the fragrance of osmanthus， thinking about your face， how beautiful it is. Remember， we hand through the efforts， now busy days always haunt you pace， so that you can not touch me， unable to stay in my side. Look up， look up at the blue sky， there are white clouds drifting， see the birds flying in the sky， at this time， you know how much I envy them? I want to have a pair of wings， can fly freely， flying to where you are.

Once， accidentally， those beautiful days slipped away from the side. Now， think of it， still awake in dreams. I understand that love is the most beautiful time with you every minute! Glory is not what I want， luxury is not what I love， but what I want is ju