【The Special Days】

April 9th, this is the last day
for me to write poems on Weibo
It has been more than
100 days since then

In the past 100 days
how many flowers
have blossomed and fallen
and the stars have changed

It seems that there is
an invisible time machine
that cuts the past days
into pieces and then string them together one by one

Those days without
description
are not necessarily
a wasteland

Perhaps when we look back
on the past, we find
those humble days
like the sea of stars in the night sky
quiet and sparkling

Art is and should be the act of an individual, willing to say something new, something not quite familiar. It’s that collection of this singular personal visions transform from within the mind’s eye to the public, which is throughout time, throughout our history come to form the definition of “who we are” and in a way “why we are”. ——Maya Lin

#plog纪念册##plog# 有时候真的很烦，只是简单想按部就班的干完自己的事就好。可总是再催促再催 再催！
后悔过……也不后悔……很矛盾。
后悔的事遇见现在
不后悔的是现在有我的未来。
人总有所图、我的所图就是省心、省力就好。
只想 悠闲、慢慢地生活，因为我的重心不在这！
A contented mind is the greatest blessing a man can enjoy in this world ！！！