What are the bright circles of friends?

As follows:

1. Slowly began to hate the hustle and bustle, dislike crowded places, like quiet solitude, and unconsciously drowned in this noisy and prosperous society.

2. The glamorous life is what some people yearn for, but for me, such a lifestyle is simply tormenting.

3. The real joy is not to accompany me to the lights, but to secretly miss when I return home in the dead of night.

4. I am used to seeing the world of bright lights, girls of all shapes and forms, and there are many choices, but it is no longer what I want.

5. Today's young people, for the privacy and freedom of life, live in a bustling city with their other half, live a world of glitter, drunkenness, dreams, and death, and satisfy any of their desires.

FYI In this glamorous world, I am blind, sleepy for love, and crazy for love! I really want to get back to my old self.

City night, a quiet night. In the city, the wind is cold. The bar is full of lights, and this is the beginning of the night market.

is no longer young and frivolous, the all-night is really grinding, the reason is still clear, but the heartache is difficult to hide. The lights are red and prosperous, like wine and drunk, pushing the glass to change the love, and the rhetoric is not a joke.

The rush of people, the passing of vehicles, the falling raindrops from the sky, the tourists leaning on the overpass, the hawkers on the roadside, the flashing traffic lights, it seems that this is the case in every city. Passing by in a hurry, passing by the scenery here, chasing a more wonderful world. Perhaps, everyone is chasing their dreams and coming to the same city, day after night, day after day.

In the afternoon, I participated in the reading club of a brief history of mankind, people from all walks of life who love to read share their feelings, after graduation, there is a rare opportunity to do so, and the harvest is quite a lot, and at night I walk most of the circle of the West Lake with my classmates, the cold air goes south, the night breeze on the Su Causeway is still fierce, but because of this, there are few tourists, not noisy, only the lake is sparkling, the city lights are red and green, looking forward to the spring dawn of the Su Causeway in March, the flowers are blooming well, and the people are not old.

The city lights are bright and green, and the countryside is full of flowers. Green waters, green mountains and golden mountains, the people live in peace and celebrate.

Get lost in the bright lights.

1. Break up, I'm the one who makes you feel tired. 2. The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the glass is more worried. 3. The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain go down to the west building. 4. Alone, doing things alone, alone, drinking alone.

5. Sorrow is gradually endless, and it is constantly like spring water. 6. Intoxicating people are not only flowers and wine, flowers are beautiful, but the predecessors are sad. 7. One person, one journey, one glass of wine, and one book!

8. If loneliness can drink, then love is a hangover. 9. I only have loneliness and wine: I don't blame him for not going with me.

10. I really want to get drunk like crazy and relax my tired mood. 11. A person. A glass of wine.

Masturbation bracelets. There is no story. Without her.

12. I hate drinking, but I like the person who makes me drink. 13. One person cries, one person laughs. One person drinks, one person makes trouble.

14. I thought you were my end, but it turned out to be just a turning point.

15. Dreaming of you is like being drunk, and you wake up after drinking a sip of sobering soup. 16. Too many people are drunk, too many people are tired, and too many people have no way out. 17. When I met you, I searched for many years, and then later, I was full of sadness and regrets.

18. How long can you be young? The sideburns are already gray! Visiting the old half as a ghost, exclaiming hot intestines.

19. Baichuan to the East China Sea, when to toast again, if you don't drink now, you will be sad in the future. 20. On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil, and three glasses of wine in a row, you say that it is not bitter.