Almost two years after graduation, I moved to a self-built house in Beijing Tongzhou a month ago, the cheapest house I've ever rented in Beijing, a 20-square-square-opening room on the six-ring, and a thousand rents a month. It's not like Beijing, there's no subway, there's no bucket, there's a village in Beijing. I lived on the top of the third floor, open in front of the building, with a balcony on both sides, and one day my home was quiet, and I felt like I was floating on a sea, alone, out in the mountains and in the tsunami, beautiful and lonely. As if life were bound to lead to loneliness.
And then one day, in a dream, something miracleed, and the story turned into another direction, and, unfortunately, even before the situation was turned back into loneliness, the end would not be better, and extinction was the rule.
I've had the idea of leaving Beijing since last year, and I'm sure I'll leave Beijing eventually. Life? The many problems that are far removed from their loved ones may well be summed up by the fact that they are costly and evenly achieved. When can China be so big and the world so big that it can decide to replace a city with a body and soul?
Although they have not kept much money in the past two years, they have been honoured to have anxiety disorder, free absence from work, severe feelings of silence and personal need for recharge. It's a simple quick word. It's like the spirit's left somewhere, driven by the time machine itself. I've been waiting, waiting for life by me? Or by what? Create a major turn and then reverse one day and start a new and another life.
Strangely, it's been a while since I've been groaning for life, and I've admitted that I'm a tortoise. Maybe happiness is something I can dream of hiding in turtles' shells. I barely came out. It really hurts.
Well, I hope you guys have a good night's rest.