It's a diary

A long overdue sentence: "Happy New Year"

I've already started school, and I just came back, so I can't bear to leave home.

It's been very cold recently, and I caught a cold on my first day back. I miss home even more.

Already an adult.

It took a long time to accept this fact.

Xiaonianbei, year after year.

During the holidays, it’s always hot and cold. If the weather is nice, I will go downstairs or go to the park to play badminton for two hours.

I seem to understand why so many people like this sport.

(But at the same time, many balls were also destroyed, almost all of which were stuck in the tree)
The rest of the time, I don’t do much. Occasionally on a whim, I would travel far away to buy snacks that I liked as a child but were not available often.

Throughout the holidays, I focused on drinking milk tea from the same store, and now, just hearing the name scares me.

I went back home on New Year's Day and got carsick. I went back to the city that night and got carsick.

As soon as midnight passed, countless fireworks were set off on the beach on the north shore.

I only need to sit and look out the bay window to see it.

There were also other owners in the community setting off fireworks downstairs, and I heard the voices of many children.

Just by lying on the bed, I could see the gorgeous fireworks outside through the transparent glass window.

Another year has passed.

Now I don’t have much expectation or joy for these New Year’s Days.

With every new year I go through, I get closer to aging.

My routine throughout the holidays was out of whack.

I like to sleep until noon and then take another nap. I naturally fell asleep at night.

Listen to pure music, practice calligraphy, draw, read, catch up on one or two TV dramas, and try to complete the remaining manuscripts that I didn't finish when I was sixteen.

But I still can't find the original feeling.

Tried again and again, failed again and again.

Annoyed, but never angry.

Because I don’t have the energy to be angry.

I read a lot of books this holiday season.

Including but not limited to novels, classics, poems, short stories...

Occasionally, you can see some messages from the notification bar of your mobile phone, and you can guess who has voted for recommendation.

But I haven’t clicked on it, just like I haven’t opened DingTalk during the entire vacation.

There are more things to do, and less time to use mobile phones. In fact, everything I do is pretty much the same, and everything I do is quite boring.

On the second day of the new year, I went to the beach. Just like last year, we dug in the sand and caught crabs.

It's very warm, and it's a climate where I've started to wear short-sleeves.

There are many tourists, traffic is heavy and travel is inconvenient.

I hate all busy days and noisy crowds.

This will make me truly feel the distance between myself and them, society and even the world. It's like being separated by a distant sea.

You can see it, but you can never touch it.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, I went back to my grandma’s house.

I stayed there for one, two, four or five days. I cherished every moment I spent there, so my time in silence became more frequent.

Sometimes I go to play ball, sometimes I go out for late-night snacks, or I read some questions that will be asked in the driver's license test.

One day, my cousin insisted that I try to ride his bicycle. I thought I would fall off in an awkward manner. But I still can.

It reminds me of the year when I was in the first grade of junior high school.

When I was in middle school, I was timid, inferior, and timid...perhaps the least eye-catching one.

There is a huge downhill slope in the sea area below my school. I'll ride down that downhill to the ocean at nearly seven o'clock.

Dim lights, cool sea breeze.

Fortunately, winter comes very late in Beiyu.

Such opportunities are rare. More often than not, I am the fool who memorizes my books until seven o'clock and waits quietly at the bus stop opposite the school.

Winter is coming, the kapok above the head blooms, and then the kapok flies...

Then, another year passed like that.

When I passed that station again, I was driving an electric car. Then, a kapok fell from the tree and hit me on the head.

Over the holidays, I was diagnosed with a ganglion cyst.

The doctor said it might be caused by infection.

I slowly remembered that when I used to play the piano, my little finger was not like this.

That night, I packed two grilled chicken wings, which were not very tasty.

He stayed quietly for a long time, and then fell asleep.

In fact, this is not a serious illness, just a minor surgery.

Even without surgery, there will be no impact.

I returned to the city for follow-up consultations and went to big cities for follow-up consultations.

I went to play for a few more days. As for the surgery, I will wait until after the exam.

My insomnia is so severe that I have to start taking medicine.

In fact, my family wanted me to try taking traditional Chinese medicine to treat my condition, but I was in school and couldn't make any medicine.

The big exam will be coming soon, only one month away.

I still feel that I am still very young, but suddenly, it seems that I will be out of society in a few years.

Last year I went to nine cities.

I spent two years in three provinces and visited nine temporary cultural relics exhibitions.

I really want to climb a majestic and majestic mountain.

Which mountain is most interesting to you?

I'm sorry, but I can't climb any of the mountains you long for.