偶尔, 世界只剩下你一个。
只听见雨水打在屋顶上。
电风扇在转动。
寂静在喧哗。
还有一些笑声。
这个时候不可能听见笑声。
是记忆中的笑声。
想着想着, 肚子也发出声音。
那是它规律性的抗议。
只听见雨水打在屋顶上。
电风扇在转动。
寂静在喧哗。
还有一些笑声。
这个时候不可能听见笑声。
是记忆中的笑声。
想着想着, 肚子也发出声音。
那是它规律性的抗议。
This CNY, I realised many things. I realised I have always envied families who go out as a whole for CNY visiting, or those who invite many relatives and friends over. I realised I am very afraid of the coming of CNY because CNY simply means watching movies and slacking at home for me. I love to watch movies, there is no doubt about that. Perhaps I just don't appreciate the latter because there is so much to face head-on. I hate the silence or otherwise awful hurlings at the dining table. I hate how I need to pretend to be hospitable to people I dislike. This year, I hid in my room when people I did not feel comfortable with came, then I was accused of being stubborn and impolite. Sometimes I really wonder if being myself is of imperative or being polite is. Whichever the case, I want to confess that I really feel tired and unhappy this CNY. The worst is that I feel that no one can understand because everyone I tried to rant this to tells me I should go home because it is CNY after...
你应该疯了。哈哈~
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