该来的,依旧没来,该走的,依然还是走了。短短两个月,像是经历了一场生死浩劫。数不清有多少欢笑和泪水,在这个夏季里,沉淀,消散。只有一本破旧的日记,与我共同见证了一个从希望变成失望,从失望变成近乎绝望的过程。早已预料了结果会令人失望,然而当答案真正揭晓的那一刻,依然是那般难以承受。眼见着梦想飞来了,又远去了。无力自处,只有下意识地抱怨命运的不公。人在脆弱时总是更加相信冥冥中真有一股操纵世事的力量。不想言语,让思想空白着。一只折翅的雁,总难逃 The coming, still not come, the walk, still go. In just two months, it was like experiencing a life and death catastrophe. Countless how many laughter and tears, in this summer, precipitated and dissipated. Only a diary diary witnessed with me a process that changed from hope to disappointment, from disappointment to near despair. It has long been expected that the results will be disappointing, but when the answer is really revealed, it is still unbearable. Seeing that dream has come and gone. With no power, only subconsciously complain about the fate of injustice. People are always more convinced that when they are weak, there is a power to manipulate the world. Do not want words, let the mind blank. A winged geese can’t escape