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Chapter 578 One Hundred Years of Solitude (Nineteen)
Park Anhao's diary, July 2013, 7, heavy rain
Maybe everyone has a war with someone like me: emotionally complex, lost, overwhelmed.The waiting person never showed up.There seems to be endless things in life, and I want to find someone to give everything to.

However, I don't know who to call, there are many numbers in the phone book, but this moment is so strange.Occasionally, a person popped up in my mind and quickly dismissed the idea, thinking in my heart, forget it, so what if I say it, if he still doesn’t understand, or even misinterpret your original meaning, will I be more serious? Depressed.

So, in the end, I still bury everything in my heart, and solve it by myself, it will always be solved.

Like a lonely drifter on the sea, he is obviously exhausted and about to collapse, but he still has to swim to the death and struggle, as long as there is still a glimmer of dark green hope, he will not give up.

Because he wants to live.

He has to live.

We are the same.

No matter how sad the day is, no matter how depressed the mood is, life still has to go on, and the earth is still turning.

We can be desperate occasionally, but we must not despair of life. We can be vulgar, but we must not be world-weary.

When we are sad or have a little cynicism, please don't let it sink down. It is really decadent and no longer full of hope, but should rise from now on.

Maybe when we become really powerful and invincible, we are entitled to really despise some things, even disdain the indifference and hypocrisy of this world.

There is so much restlessness because I am not strong enough, so I have to work harder to make myself stronger and be a strong child who is invincible.

Still kind, smiling every day, asking myself: How have I been this week?How have I been this month?
Maybe I am not happy, but there will still be a touch of happiness.I have been busy all the time, I can't escape, I have to face it bravely, the day is over again, some people are happy and some are worried.As for myself, I am a little depressed and a little happy.

But the good and the bad always pass.

Park Anhao’s diary, July 2013, 7 Are you nostalgic too, do you remember the past you

The first day of July was a rainstorm.

Speaking of which, I actually like the rainy weather very much.In fact, I hate rainy days the most.

When did you like the rainstorm?Probably one summer night, I was working part-time as a waiter in a western restaurant, and it was raining heavily when I came home.It was really heavy rain.It's cool to hit the body.Of course I held an umbrella.But you know that when walking in a huge rainstorm, it doesn't make much difference whether you hold an umbrella or not... Anyway, it's raining heavily outside, but it's raining lightly inside.Walking through the smooth stone road, the rain falls on the feet, as if walking barefoot in the sea.If I didn't wear sandals, I think I would walk the street barefoot.It was the first time I walked in heavy rain at night, the night was shrouded in rain and fog, and the street lights were extraordinarily gentle.The light reflected in the bar and the lights in the 24-hour convenience store are all extremely beautiful scenery.

Because of the heavy rain, the streets were sparsely populated.Occasionally, a few young people would come from there and disappear in the nightclub.The whole air is filled with the sound of rain. I really can't fully describe the feeling. In short, you must try it yourself to understand how beautiful it feels.

Maybe I fell in love with the rainstorm from that day on.

Although when I came back, my clothes were almost soaked, and my hair was also wet.

If possible next time, I want to run with you in the heavy rain again

Park Anhao's diary July 2013, 7 short sentence
All is vanity, all is chasing after wind.

No one can see someone's growth in time, and no one can really accompany someone to cross mountains and ridges to reach the bliss of life.

(End of this chapter)