Fifteen years ago, I thought I liked reading; 10 years ago, I thought I liked music; 5 years ago, I thought maybe I would like movies forever. Unfortunately, at present, I think all of these are insignificant things. As for what is important, I haven't figured it out yet. This is probably the crux of my failure-I have lost the ability to concentrate my efforts and energy on one thing. This is a bad habit that I developed since I was a child. I forgot when I started to suffer from habitual daze. I exiled myself to a world that was arranged entirely by my own brain power. This habit is my mental opium, and it causes my brain ten times. During the two hours, it is constantly running, distracting thoughts flying, and can never get a real rest. Later, I grew up "physically", and I no longer imagined that an old man with a white beard would lead me into an unknown world and gift me some treasures that can move in this world because of my talent. Unfortunately, this cannot change the reality that I am still a giant baby with indifferent expression and dirty thinking. I began to lower my expectations for fantasy. The old fairy with white beard might not meet it anymore. Wouldn't it be excessive for a few hooligans to come? Let them appear in front of a girl I like. I haven't achieved any success in boxing, but after all, I still have the blood of half of the grassland people. My ancestors circled the equator in order to catch up with the lost horses. I think I have this gene to deal with a danger. I needed such an event to prove to her that I had other things besides the nasty that she usually sees through. However, I immediately thought that in order to prove that I would not hesitate to risk her in my fantasy, I was really too nasty. I shouldn't have been such a nasty person. In the film, Freddie Mercury said, "I am now the person I was born to be", but I think it is clear that these things do not belong to the person he wants to be. Life is really beautiful, except when you feel that something XX, it will definitely go in the opposite direction. I don't even know what kind of person I want to be, because all my thoughts are killed in the cradle. Freddie Mercury ended his splendid and dazzling legendary life on November 24, 1991. It went back more than three hundred and sixty days. In a cold city in northern China, the eternal night of my life had just begun. For Freddie Mercury, at least he once had it; for me, I comfort myself that I have nothing to lose.
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