我喜欢单数 ，一直将三当做是自己的幸运数字 。
这个世上又有多少明知不可为而又为之的事 。我喜欢纯粹的东西 ，譬如阳光，因为纯粹的东西能供给一个人最大的能量，能有最坚定的信念 ，能在浪涛浮沉里稳若磐石。后来才知道阳光是杂糅了七彩而形成的透明。
我喜欢上了蓝色，它不像白在标榜，黑在束缚 ，黄在显示，褐在压抑，它只是安静地矗立 ，不吵不闹，不喧嚣不炫耀，低调地毫无趣味 ，毫无力量 。天是蓝的，海是蓝的，夹杂在天和海之间的才是生息繁衍的大地，蓝是有力量的。上天入海是梦想 ，是动力，可究竟是因为是喜是惧。
在生命的某一阶段我会嫉妒，会羡慕 ，会渴望五彩缤纷与命烈色彩 。所有生命都会有生来的不甘，只是极少数人去奋力抗争，大部分人选择了妥协 ，所不同的只是妥协的多少罢了。抗争的不论成败都是悲壮的，可我更喜欢妥协之后的，因为它安稳。我喜欢蓝色 ，纯粹地喜欢，因为它给我带来了安稳，带来了我想要的 。终究还是逃不出趋利避害的本能 ，虽然在心里，脑中，灵魂在呐喊中是为了冲破藩篱与枷锁，可终究是为了我想要的。
三载相逢 ，灿若花开。看遍了他乡的景，走遍了他乡的路，终于又回到起点 ，只是再没有了焦躁与不耐 。海是蓝的，只是在万顷碧波下终有惊涛骇浪，不若天的蓝 ，淡淡地，长久地，澄澈之蓝。
I like a single number, I have always made three things to be my lucky number.
A drum is a 4-hour novel, the head is friday and dizzy. I haven't seen a book for how long I have seen a book. I don't think that the cigarette in my head will not be disconnected, because people in this era are inseparable from cigarettes, even if this is chronic suicide.
How many kinds of known words in this world are not. I like pure things, such as sunshine, because pure things can be supplied to a maximum energy, can have the most determined beliefs, can be stable in the waves. Later, I only knew that the sun was mixed with colorful and formed transparency.
I like it to be blue, it is not like white in the advertised, black in the chain, yellow is displayed, brown is in depression, it is just quiet, no noisy, no hustle, low-key No fun, no power. The sky is blue, the sea is blue, the mixture between the heavens and the sea is the earth, the blue is powerful. God into the sea is a dream, driving, can be because it is fear.
I will be embarrassed in a certain stage of life, I will envy, I will be eager to colorful and my mileage. All lives will be born, just a very few people to strive for struggle, most people choose to compromise, and the difference is just how much it is. No matter the success or failure, I prefer to compromise, because it is stable. I like blue, I like it purely because it brings me a constant, bringing me what I want. After all, I can't escape the instinct of the trend, although in my heart, my soul, the soul is in the shout in order to break the barrier and shackles, I can last after all I want.
Three years meet, Canada flowers. Looking through the scenes of his hometown, the road to his hometown, finally returned to the starting point, but no anxiety is not affected. The sea is blue, but it is only a stormy waves under the gentle blue wave, and the sky is blue, faint, long-term, clear blue.
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