时光总是穿梭的那么快 ，不在意任何人的留恋，不在意任何人的挥霍，也不在意任何人是否懂得珍惜 ，残忍的是它从没有轮回的那一刻 。
转眼，这一年已经过了大半，而自己又做了些什么???很久没有静下来写字，而一直以来 ，写字之于我，就像自己与自己心灵的对话,我想，我是越来越懒散了。忙碌如果可以成为一个冠冕堂皇的借口 ，我愿意它如此频繁的重复使用，以此掩饰我的懒散。
一直以来都相信命运，而且固执的相信 。有些事情是注定的 ，就像千里以外的一场遥望，一场奔赴与一场告别。大胆的选择了如今的工作,千里迢迢的来到了北京,可是自己干的是什么?想着不去在乎,但是我的脚步却停滞不前，渐显疲惫。心里是劳累的 ，我想，我该如何让生活变得美好，为什么前进看起来如此艰难………..
我一直都不是一个复杂的人 ，喜欢简简单单的生活，希望岁月平安静好，不起云烟。而如今，应该算做圆满了吧？因为倔强 ，所以执著，从没有这么认真的去拥有一个梦想，小时候的梦想全是过眼云烟 ，不断的换着梦想，以致有一段时间我迷茫着，我不知道该怎么去走 ，可是如今我却没有了梦想，想到这里，感觉自己真的很可悲 ，一个没有梦想的人难道不可悲吗？
很多时候对未来充满恐惧，有太多的未知 。不知道自己应该树立什么样的梦想，太多时候纠结于梦想。我觉得未来就像“沙之书”。翻过了就不复存在 ，封面和首页间永远翻不完 。根本不知道下一秒会发生什么，所以总要防范，所以感觉未来是可怕的。
但是抬头仰望星空，猛然发现并不是每天都看得到满天繁星 ，此时恍然大悟：即使再累也不能心累，我们不能奢望人生总是辉煌灿烂，要试着去改变 ，只要你做到再累也别心累，勇敢去面对，明天还会繁星满天 。
Time is always so fast, don't care about anyone's nostalgia, don't care about anyone, don't care whether anyone knows how to cherish, cruel is the moment it has never reincarnated.
In the eye, this year has been half a half, and what I have done??? I haven't quietly write down, and I have always written on me, just like my own heart, I think, I think, I am getting lazy. If you can become a crowning excuse, I am willing to use it so frequently, cover up my lazy.
I have always believed in fate, and I'm stubborn. Some things are destined, just like a thousand miles away, and a bid farewell. Boldly chosen today's work, a thousand miles of coming to Beijing, but what you do? I don't care, but my footsteps are stagnant, getting tired. I am tired, I think, how should I make life be beautiful, why do you look so tough ..........
I have always been a complex person, like simple life, hope that the year is flat Quiet, can't afford the cloud. Now, should it be a successful? Because of the stubborn, it is persistent, it is not so serious to have a dream. When I am a child, my dream is all over the cloud smoke. I have changed my dreams, so I am confused for a while, I don't know how to go, but now I am not Dream, think of this, I feel that I am really sad, is it not sad?
Many times, fear of the future, there are too many unknown. I don't know what kind of dreams I should establish, I'm tangled in my dreams too much. I think the future is like "Sand Book". Turning over, there is no copy, the cover and the first page will never be over. I don't know what will happen next to the next second, so I always guard, so it feels terrible.
Tell himself not thinking, maybe this is just the adaptation stage, but the ambition of the past is no longer existed, I don't know if I have a high idea of the mountain, but warned that I have to stick to myself. It is not that this mountain is high, but I feel very tired, but now I have done something in the past few months, analyze the reason, there are too many helplessness, too much sorrow and too much should.
But looking up looking up at the starry sky, fierceHowever, it is not a day to see the star every day. At this time, I suddenly realize that even if I am tired, I can't expect my life, always brilliant, I have to try to change, as long as you do it, don't be tired. Brave to face, tomorrow will also star the day.
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