At that time, I was still in college, and I went to the school playground for morning jogs, read English, eat a hearty breakfast, listen carefully to classes, and go to the library to read books.
At that time, I also went to the school intranet, wrote a journal, read messages, wrote comments, **liked articles, and greeted strangers.
This morning, on the way to work, I flipped through all the messages on the campus intranet, there were friends' concerns, classmates' faint blessings, and strange greetings.
There is a song called "Scarecrow" in "The Grassy Years", which reminds me at some point that the clouds are still fluttering when I look up, and the sun is shining.
I stand among the wheat fields, longing for a brilliant tomorrow, dressed in simple scarecrows, people laugh at my stupid appearance, everything in the world disturbs me, but it does not bother me, I am not without brains, and I think like them, I yearn for the other side of the mountain, I hear that there is always a blue sky, there are no free feet, I envy the birds flying in the air, they can't run as they want, they will still fall down one day, I see the snowflakes falling, I feel that the future is ethereal, the white clouds are fluttering, I will slowly grow old, the sun is good, On this day I fell and dedicated to all who are associated with me, past, present, and future.