婉枫 WOORFER Women's 2017 Summer New Fashion Trend Collocation

In the vast sea, we are all people with stories. If you read each person carefully, you will find that the world is connected in a series of stories.

All stories are not good or bad. It is just that reading each person will have infinite imagination, good or bad. No matter how tortuous or sad, or how happy each person’s story is, it all comes down to life. We are all struggling for our lives. We all live for life. So many stories are different, but the purpose is only one life.

What is specific to life in the end, probably this is an undefined answer. Every day more or less is rubbing shoulders with a lot of strangers, doing different things every day. Sometimes I wonder if it is a matter of life that we must be so busy around us. Or is it because the sun rises to the sun and the sun rises to sunset and it has become a habit?

People who looked around often went in a hurry and were busy with their own affairs, and I was like a blank sheet of blank space. It turned out that he was so lonely, and the space was very quiet and quiet as if he could hear his breath. Look around and feel like I'm so upset. Where do I go tomorrow? What should I do? What can I use to fill the void in my heart?

I feel helpless and confused. I also need a hug. Actually, I just need a mind to rest in the harbor. I can say I'm tired. I'm alone. I just want a simple hug. Can you lend me a shoulder? Rely on it.

In the face of too many dazzling realities, I also can't accept training to numbness. One heart is just experiencing the experience of the vicissitudes of life. Too many and too many. I also try to face all kinds of problems. However, there are a lot of special problems, and I slowly learned to escape.

Say that people will slowly become, I admit. Year after year, year after year, we all come in contact with different things and see different people. Society has always been such a reality. How can we not change at all?

Many times will suddenly remember something that happened in a certain place in a certain time before, and it would be strange to not be able to get back to the original feeling. Every memory is a different kind of mood. We always walk forward while we forget the memories. When you look back, it's ridiculous that there's only one bleakness that is gradually blurring away.

Walking in the flower blossoms, I tried to retain every bit of my life. Looking back, many things were slowly forgotten. In the end, there is only one left alone and a naked reality tomorrow.

I am alone and I am confused. However, I also know that I will always smile. There must be a road in front of the car. There is nothing that cannot be done.

Live well now, and it's the best interpretation of life!