Fantasy lyric prose

Dream lyric prose 1 I dreamed that I was dead.

It was an autumn evening, in the continuous bitter rain, I was taken home in the hospital and put on the prepared bed. My family is busy with my affairs.

The son lit a piece of paper in front of Ling and burst into tears: "Dad, have a good trip. The unfilial son spent all his savings and failed to save your life. This is money for you. Please keep it well, don't be reluctant to spend it! " My daughter-in-law choked to speak, and several grandchildren shook me: "Grandpa, wake up, when will you take us to the book fair?" What I can't stand most is my wife's wailing! Everyone knows that the foundation of marriage and love in rural areas is not very good, but after all, it is accompanied by a lifetime of ups and downs! Neighbors who helped came, either sad or sighing: "Good people don't live long", relatives came, all sad: "Leaving too early", and several friends who were close as brothers looked dignified: "Brother! We will send you the last journey, and go all the way! " At this moment, I have turned into a wisp of smoke, curling up …

All the way south, across the barren hills and passing by Gengqingfeng, I fell into an ethereal fairyland in a panic. I greeted an old man in plain clothes in front of the door and planned to stay here. The old man quickly said, "This is not a luxurious place. All the villagers work together and rest at the same time. Residents have a house to live in, have ample food and clothing, learn to teach, and don't get sick ... "Before the old man finished, he saw two dying ghosts.

In front of the underground house, after some interrogation by evil spirits, Yamaraja took the book of life and death handed by the judge, and said sharply, "All the people, good and evil, love and hate, are recorded here. Any treacherous person who steals or steals classes before his death, or takes bribes or corrupts, usurps the throne and seeks the country, and oppresses the people will be sent to eighteen levels of hell, and will be tortured by peeling, frying and stewing forever. You are an ordinary person, and you have never done anything bad in your life. I'll take you to the grave road and go to the six divisions in the wheel of karma! " Say that finish, even if impermanence pushed me into the jaws of death. ...

Standing next to Sansheng Stone, looking at the reincarnation of past lives recorded on the carved stone, recalling the joys and sorrows of his life and changing his family, we can know the intrigue in the world, and then realize the dirty darkness of society. Finally, we can visit Shi Yang's long-cherished hometown and bid farewell to our sad relatives.

Exactly: "I am worried on the homesick platform.

Look at two lines of tears

My neighbors and friends mourn me,

Wife and children want to be heartbroken. "

In the ramble of "boarding the other shore early", I took a bowl of forgetful water handed by Meng Po and resolutely went to Naihe Bridge. With "ah!" With a loud cry, he fell from the bridge into the abyss full of ghosts. ...

At this time, when I woke up from my dream, I naturally felt a surge of emotion. Take a break before going to work.

Dream, life is a dream, a dream with a long aftertaste ...

Dream lyric prose 2 night rain gurgling, a little banana, lilac melancholy, old things in my heart, I don't know a word.

Recalling his boyhood, Lang rode a bamboo horse, circled the boat, made plum blossoms, and traveled thousands of miles with him without making any guesses. Sigh that childhood is good and there is no worry in the world.

Apricot blossom season, October cold window. You seek performance, stay away from mulberry fields, and have green hills everywhere. I will accompany you, and when you succeed, I will accompany you to enjoy Chang 'an flowers.

Crossing at night, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, singing with you. You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. You walk Wan Li Road, and you don't know how to rest. You drink the Yangtze River. Whispering with you, bending branches and weeping willows, giving you Lampe, your friendship with orchids is elegant and noble. Leaning in the boudoir, waiting for you. A love that consumes everything, Fei Yan Jin Shu, come back slowly.

When the scenery was in a hurry, all loves was astringent, but now it is full of flowers. Begonia is pretty in the garden, and white lotus is ashamed. Lean on the pavilion, brew a pot of plum wine in childhood, and you will come back and have a drink with you.

The flowers of begonia are incomplete, the rain falls on the branches, the eaves are intermittent and the old pavilion is wet. Looking at the building alone, I can't see the brocade book returning to the wild goose, and the river is long.

Dreaming in the middle of the night, I burned the ferry alone, picked a farewell pear, put it on my chest, waited silently, and the boat flowed. Pear blossoms bring rain, and the voyage does not return. The river is very long, and white heads have grown overnight. I woke up suddenly, lifted my hair and wet my sleeves with tears.

Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, shallow pen dipped in ink, Bai Juan cloth and silk. I think about you every day, and I'm afraid there won't be many days to get together. When you go to Wan Li, be careful and take care of yourself.

Wide sleeves in the morning, no sound rain. Qingshi long street, but the sound of hooves is faint.

Roll up three thousand loose silk, bronze mirror flowers and yellow flowers, magnolia silk. Eyebrows are black, eyes are like water, skin is like fat, and lips are like cherries. Go out of the pavilion and welcome the drinkers.

Dada horseshoe, knock on the March window. If you don't return to your hometown, you are a passer-by. Rain falls in the south of the Yangtze River, and drops hit my heart.

It's been a long time in the world, and a thousand miles have passed. The reunion of personnel in the middle of the month is only dimly visible. It rains every night, and every time I dream, I wet my pillow and embroider it.

I fell asleep tactfully, as if I were a gentleman, and I played a song for a reply. Spend a lot of time together, enjoy peach blossoms, drink green plums, and talk about Sang Ma. Make a song that the green hills are not old. If you are willing to do it, you will be old.

Gu Lou turned white when he cleared the lamp. The string is broken and the sound is broken. You haven't answered it yet. Banana rain falls, begonia branches, the sound of rain breaks, the past, leaning against the west rain building.

In the middle of the night, I dreamed that the ferry was going to be closed, but I didn't know I was crossing it shallowly. You return to the bow, clear water and clear waves, vicissitudes of life without pavilions. The brocade book has not arrived yet, and I haven't heard of it since childhood. It's hard for Iraqis to look back, sad and sad, and Lampe is broken and lonely.

There are birds by the river, with deep voices, crying and crying. It's a pity that you were born, the dust left, and you became a butterfly looking for flowers, and the grass grew every night.

Dream lyric prose 3 This night, full of sadness, pretending every day, happiness can't hide sadness, breathing is not as smooth as before, whose chest is surrounded by sultry and desolate?

On the wall at the moment, the past is self-effacing, the night has no regrets, and the years are forgotten. ...

Happy and bitter?

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Is it a raindrop mark at first glance? Tears? My wet feet are cold, but I can't escape the outcome after touching. I really want to live wild and uninhibited, but I have to move my steps carefully. How long can I burn in my life? In the past days, no matter bitter or high-spirited, Dou Yunyu disappeared, leaving only the endless earth under the gray sky. ...

Speaking of the past, why do you think of the future? Some people say that after 30 years, all beings will be cattle and horses, and after 60 years, all buddhas and dragons will be like elephants, but they are afraid that their dreams will become empty. ...

Laughing, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows no gentleman, but who has seen the tears on his face? I laugh, I cry, it is difficult to talk to people, ask a few people to understand that my heart is barren?

Turning point, but when I am free, I am confused, and the next moment has nothing to do with it. I remember the same season, and the happiness. How can I still remember it after whitening?

The life you want may also be suitable. Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, with the clouds swirling outside the sky, perhaps it is the light flower, the gorgeous passing away, and the perfect ending is even more exciting!

The wind once again messed up the rhythm of the heartbeat, and the numb footsteps floated on the pale road of fleeting time. Looking back, I didn't see the bonfire, but what I left was cold smoke and fog! I can't be open-minded in the misty rain for the rest of my life under the scorching sun. I prefer to get drunk today. The spilled wine not only wetted my chest, but also ruined my dream. ...

In the misty rain village, the ripples in the pond and the frolicking of fish, whoever holds his breath carefully is afraid of disturbing the silence, who is accompanied by a throbbing heart, who is dejected. ...

Pink peaches are all over the sky, like a red line. Whoever stands alone and smiles under the moon, who dreams of having you for a hundred years, those who miss you so much gradually fade away. ...

Everything, thoughts, are doomed to miss?

Love, are these hard to have?

Who is sad at the moment under the starry sky at night? Whether the passing meteor can realize my wish, the fireworks in the suddenly silent years will always leave a gloomy cloud and tears, if not for yesterday, why?

It was raining at night, the sky was dark, the dead branches and leaves were remembered elsewhere, and the snickering in the fleeting time was also remembered. Who will be with you all night?

Waiting for tomorrow, the beginning of sleepiness, is a night of thinking, relaxing my heart and hurting my lungs. How can I say to tomorrow: I'm sorry, I smoked too much and suffered you!

Dream lyric prose 4 dreams are born from the heart, and the heart moves with the dream. The world had a dream. Dream of Red Mansions or Daydream! In the final analysis, this is all a dream of Conan. I can't get rid of the life and death, grievances and lingering thoughts of the world of mortals.

Sister Lin, who is sentimental in her dream, is as sick as winning three points in calligraphy. The beauty of eyebrows and eyes makes many spoony men relaxed and happy! Jia Baoyu, an infatuated species who dreamed of jade, a rebel of feudal ethics, made many women lose their souls in Jiafu, where rouge was thick everywhere! However, when I woke up from my dream, I just repaid an illusion of manna with tears.

I, a secular woman, also have dreams! Have a fleeting dream like a mirage, I don't want to dream.

I don't want to!

I don't want to wander in the stone dream like a red chamber.

I don't want to wander in a short daydream.

However, I have a beautiful dream, during the day and at midnight.

The monologue I sent you in the dream constellation book is on the pink stationery. The vows of Santan in January are to love and spoil you, with no regrets! The sadness of a moth to the fire is like a silent tragedy.

So, I wandered in the fireworks rain like a sleepwalker.

Why? You are far away, let the sunset glow of blood render the parting of dusk.

I want to say goodbye to my dream! Leave darkness and emptiness in yesterday.

I will sail in the ocean of life with my loved ones and my loved family tomorrow. You are no longer in the world where seagulls fly. That world belongs to me and my family!

Dream lyric prose 5 ghost flowers, should be angry and happy, wandering on the pool, if flying.

Humble opinion about Gong Luo. Have fun, drink and sing with pearls. Clouds and clouds It's beautiful not to drink, but to gather less and leave more. How to endure the easy waste of spring breeze.

Is a dreamy, gentle woman with soft hands and solidified skin. Is a gentleman, smart smile, beautiful eyes, peach blossom everywhere, people drink under the moon as a companion. This is a beautiful scene, but it is a dream. When I woke up, I could see nephrite and fragrance, so I left. This is such a gentle dream, and you are so beautiful and drunk.

So I packed my bags and traveled thousands of miles, hoping to meet again, walking through streets, crossing alleys and towers, and wading through mountains and rivers. There are many beautiful women, heartless, where is the beauty? I only remember the gentle smile and charming smile in my dream, but the peach blossom is too bright. Where should I find it?

The ancient capital gate is on the road. Can make the song bitter. Send all the pedestrians away, spend the Spring Festival Gala, and go to Dong Jun. Get drunk and warm catkins with fallen flowers. How many winding river banks and fragrant trees. And hand in hand to stay, its moments of beauty, for acacia. It is sad to combine beautiful scenery with beautiful scenery. Every time I come out, I meet many jade people, but I can't see a person's beautiful image. I have my beautiful days, and I can't be beautiful.

So I went to the bustling capital, where tall buildings stood tall and lively. As night falls, the songs are moving and the clouds are flying. Dance around the waist, the wind returns to the snow. It was a beautiful day, and all the guests were very happy. Chatting in wine and smiling proudly will make you intoxicated, and then you will see the peach blossoms in full bloom, the flowers fluttering, and the fragrance coming into your nose, and there is an guqin under the tree. The piano player was actually a beautiful woman in that dream. In retrospect, it's heartbreaking.

Beauty is always short-lived. It seems that only in dreams can there be such a wonderful encounter, so I live in a secluded place, a small pavilion and a stream, and make friends with friends. Like won-hee. The mountain is quiet, and so is the pond. Autumn crops are abundant and fragrant. Listen to the purple city playing the horn and the brothel flute. If you don't see me, Su Xian is drunk, and a piece of water is a stone. It is rare to read beautiful scenery when it is beautiful.

It's just that the beauty hasn't appeared yet, which seems to be an endless wait and aimless joy. I miss her very much every year, and it seems that it will always come true, so I will enjoy Yuanxiao and drink some wine. Its moments of beauty and twilight are boundless. Ten thousand lamps, a bright moon, Qin Xiao, Yan Guan. Who fell down? There are jade phoenix and golden phoenix embroidery carvings.

Reading poetry in the room that day, listening to the sound of guqin, melodious and beautiful, hurried out of the door. Pink peach blossoms are everywhere, like a dream, like a dream. It is you. Red lips sniffed before laughing. That's the beauty I missed for years. It is you. But the dream was real, so I didn't think about it. I just want to hold a beautiful woman in my arms, remember that it seems like separation, and you have been with me. You were in a dream, and you appeared again.

Who planted the stars? In the sound of Yu Di, under the shadow of the golden lotus, the moon is picturesque. Guess what? Beautiful scenery and a happy country with good years have never been seen before. Sitting on two sages, white jade is beautiful. The music is red.

This scene is finally the most beautiful scene, full of dreams and beauty, but if the dream is true, I will stop thinking about it, indulge myself and enjoy myself.

The rhombic leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus. Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water.

Dream lyric prose 6 childhood is that kind of taste, sad and painful, which left a deep impression in my heart. Some people say: Mom is our reliance, our sacred idol, and our eternal thoughts and concerns.

Life is like water, although bitter, but still have to spend it. Maybe the days of suffering are over. Remember when I was

In rags, eating a simple meal, but also having a happy childhood. At that time, I was free to indulge. I have no mother's control, only my father's doting. But at that time, whenever I heard other children call me mom, my heart would always tighten unnaturally, but I never did.

I won't cry in the future, because my father said that children don't grow up without their mothers.

But when dark clouds float over my head, I can't bear to cry sadly, sometimes because I don't have my mother's warm arms and my father's anger and reprimand. Alas! Life has no happy ending. I always dream of living a happy life with my mother. I really want to have a happy and perfect family. But my ideas are always lying to me and will never come true. But I still want to leave a little happiness in my life.

Dream lyric prose 7 dream, reincarnation, you see your past life. . . . . .

In a previous life, you belonged to the foggy south of the Yangtze River, and you were in the late Northern Song Dynasty. In Lin 'an, a hazy and noisy city, you can see that the monarch of the Zhao Empire in the Song Dynasty was addicted to the blur and glitz in the south of the Yangtze River, indulged in the dissoluteness of this picturesque place in the south of the Yangtze River, and turned a blind eye to state affairs. You don't understand how charming Jiangnan is, and let Song Huizong indulge in its glitz.

Perhaps by accident, you were lucky enough to see Song Huizong's calligraphy and painting. When the world-famous thin golden body and lifelike landscape freehand brushwork suddenly appear in front of you, you suddenly realize. In fact, when you see the beautiful Jiangnan full of spring, the grass is blooming and the catkins are flying; When you see the sunset, the sky is full of red clouds, and fishermen sing late; When you see the autumn wind blowing, colorful and red dots, you are as drunk as a fiddler. Besides, Song Huizong is addicted to glitz. How could he not fall in love with a beautiful strange girl in Jiangnan?

As a result, of course, the state affairs were abandoned, and the once powerful empire of Zhao gradually declined, and the sorrow was scattered like a flower, silently throwing it on the ground. . . . . .

The flowers are scattered, the drizzle is like silk, and the originally calm lake water ripples, just like your mood at the moment. Oh! This feeling of constant cutting and confusion makes you feel that even if all the stars fall, Jiangnan is still Jiangnan, and Jiangnan will always be a good place and a strange girl.

Standing in the lingering rain curtain, your eyes began to get a little moist. From Li Yu's soft singing to the decline of Zhao Empire, you seem to be at a loss. Helpless! Cry or cry? Endless complaints, unreasonable feelings and sadness make you at a loss. You meditate, maybe you are just a passer-by, you don't belong to Jiangnan, because you have never been infatuated with Jiangnan like Evonne.

However, if you don't belong to Jiangnan, where do you belong? Is it the sand in Sha Fei that walks in the desert? Or is it the year-round snow-covered Saibei?

Oh! No, you think it's absolutely impossible. You are also infatuated with Jiangnan. Different from Zhao, what fascinates you is not the glitz of Jiangnan, but the beauty and tranquility of Jiangnan. You know that only the tranquility of Jiangnan can calm your restless heart. You feel that your soul has already merged with Jiangnan.

Oh, don't think about that!

Now, you just want to be an ordinary literati, stand by and watch the catkins flying around the Xizi Lake, watch the dawn in Su Causeway and the sunset in Leifeng, write poems with friends and confidants, laugh and laugh, and then fall in love with a quiet and exquisite Jiangnan woman. Maybe this woman is a world-famous geisha; Maybe this woman is a small jasper; Maybe this woman is descended from the royal family in the late Song Dynasty. ...

You don't pay attention to those anyway. The only thing you know is that you love her, and you love a Jiangnan woman.

You see, her face is like a peach blossom; Eyebrows are like crescent moons, eyes are like pools of water, and the eyebrows are locked with a few wisps of light sadness like smoke and fog. Her petite and weak body makes her more lovely. You are amazed at her beautiful face!

It's really worthwhile to nurture one side with water and soil! You think, only a place like Jiangnan, which combines the aura of heaven and earth with the essence of the sun and the moon, can raise such a delicate and delicate woman.

The drizzle stopped, and you saw several fishing fires looming on the crystal clear water surface of the West Lake. From time to time, a few simple and melodious fishing songs came from the lake, a breeze blew and willow branches swayed. You smell the fragrance of the earth, and you suddenly realize that whether you belong to Jiangnan or not, you belong to the bustling and ethereal Lin 'an, and you are in love with this outstanding place anyway.

When the last bunch of flowers dispersed, you dreamily said, "Jiangnan is a good place and a strange girl."

I woke up, returned to my present life, and suddenly looked up. When you catch a glimpse of the beautiful starry sky outside the window, your consciousness suddenly wakes up and a smile appears on your mouth. You said that you finally found your share of peace. ...

Comment: The landscape language is the language of love, and the old language is the present language. It is not easy to avoid the chaotic world, find the shadow of past lives from thousands of years of history, and place a touch of sadness and joy in order to maintain inner peace.

One day, I happened to be interested in it, stroking it with ginseng collected by my grandfather for many years, and said half jokingly, "Grandpa! This person can guarantee that you will live to hundreds of years old! " Grandpa unhurriedly picked up the firewood on the ground and threw it into the stove. He looked up and replied, "daydreaming."

At night, the stars look at the earth sleepily, as if telling ulterior secrets. I cocked my head and blinked at Grandpa: "Grandpa, I want to be a painter when I grow up, okay?" Grandpa spit out a faint smoke, stroked my head and said, "If you have a dream, you will realize it."

It suddenly dawned on me that there is such a big difference between daydreaming and dreaming. People are constantly experiencing the process of metabolism, so how can we live to be hundreds of years old? So this is really a dream. After waking up, nothing exists, but the dream is very different. It is the driving force for you to move forward and has been urging you to work hard to achieve your goals and make your dreams come true. As can be seen from the quotations, dreams are not dreams, and there are qualitative differences between them.

There is a girl who is not outstanding in appearance. She has a dream: to stand on her own stage and sing her own songs, but the music producer poured cold water on her: "Your voice is as unattractive as your appearance." However, the girl did not give up. She chose to stay and bring tea and water to the actors. Someone asked her strangely why, and she replied, "Because this is the place closest to my dream." Finally, one day, her warm voice touched everyone present and realized her dream. This girl is the singer Rene Liu who won the "Most Touching Award".

Dreams are not far from reality. As long as we are willing to take a step and reach out and touch, we will receive a little joy. If Rene Liu gave up her dream, would she still be so proud to stand on the stage?

We are still young, why not boldly pursue our dreams? Wang Guozhen once said: "The opportunity is won by yourself; Each man is the architect of his own fate. Why should the drawing board of life be colored by others? " Dreams should be realized by your own efforts. Don't always copy and repeat other people's ideas. "Don't always let your thoughts become a runway for others." Maybe your dream is to be a scientist, an artist, a cleaner or a prime minister. This is not daydreaming, as long as you dare to think and do it, you may not succeed, but this is your own unique dream, and your efforts are enough.

When Hynes finished the race and hit the finish line, he exclaimed, "So that door was open." Heinz always dreamed of breaking the Guinness Book of Records, and he finally won by 0. 2 seconds to surpass, won the game, and the dream came true.

It can be seen that frustration is a door left unlocked by God. After hard work, you can open that door and embrace your dream.

Man is an animal with realistic thoughts. He can dream and interpret dreams. It takes Duke Zhou to dream at night, and sweat and wisdom to dream from the heart.

In the evening, I stood in front of the drawing board, reading colorful patterns. ...

Dream lyric prose 9 fly, light catkins, roam the sky in the wind, spread their fantasy feathers and rush to the distance to find the place where their dreams stay. Small white flowers are scattered all over the sky. Do you know that there is a gentle snow between heaven and earth? In the colorful season, there are countless hopes spreading. Are those the seeds of happiness? Standing on the tuyere, you gave me a romantic glance. I fell into the eye, green mountains and green waters, flowers everywhere, let me lose my eyes and indulge in spring. I didn't feel delayed chasing the dancing wings of butterflies all the way. Listen, where is the cheerful cry of swallows? Wandering in the field path gives birth to infinite beauty in vain. I just want to sleep in this fragrant Feng Shui room, turn into a leaf and a flower, and watch this place die quietly.

Inadvertently whistling, a girl picking flowers came face to face, with graceful posture, curved eyebrows and bright eyes like spring water. Smile sideways, that shy appearance, amorous feelings, any teenager is as stiff as wood, like a boat. Chun, are you so hot?

Along the way, I picked up some white flowers left in the corner, dotted with clusters, delicate and delicate, floating with elegant beauty. Unconsciously, I walked into the twilight clouds. The sunset glow splashed a picture on the horizon, reflecting the distant mountains, the leaves were covered with a halo, and the hanging fruits were exquisite and attractive. When did the worm start to sing lonely songs and play the strings of the night? The sky nebula hangs down. When did the moon become so bright? Lang lang's sky is vast and high, and the quiet evening breeze puts people to sleep. In that charming world, will beautiful people meet?

Dewdrops are like crystal tears, and the bags under the eyes on the back gradually change color and are stained with a layer of white pear. The sky is layers of fish-belly white. Close your deep eyes at night and let the morning light pour down. A flash in the pan overnight, fragrance can be intoxicated in Byakki Smoker. When I come to the slightly cold season, I wander in autumn? That water, that mountain, that mountain, are all stained with ink, smeared with thick colors at will, and vaguely hurt the lovers who enter the eyes. The wind, like a graceful girl, contains sadness in lightness. Where will it blow me?

Wandering in the scenery of the four seasons, isn't life just a song of the four seasons? Chasing the charm of spring, the unrestrained summer, the sadness of autumn and the quietness of winter, let time flow slowly. Taste the joys and sorrows of life, read the elegance of life, and cycle through endless joys and sorrows. I only hope that the dream of this life has been completed, marking a perfect symbol for the journey all the way.

Honey, can you, can you wait?

Dream lyric prose 10 dreamed of a fight last night, and it was still so crazy and barbaric. So scary. Maybe only in my dreams can I vent freely. Dreams are imprinted on my mind like reality. I haven't shown up like that for a long time. I am so desperate that I don't ask the reason for venting, and I have forgotten that kind of mood.

Dreams let me pick them up again, cruel pictures, cold means. There is no doubt that the one with uncertain temperament is the truest self. I will break out at home, where I can indulge my emotions, and I won't worry about how to make trouble at home and how to be crazy.

I know everything around me. Stay away from that place, it's not what you think, you can't be patient, you don't want people to worry about yourself, you don't want to cause trouble, you don't want to alarm people. I don't like to let others handle my affairs. Many times I will go back and do what I can handle, whether right or wrong, as long as I like it, everything will follow my own preferences.

My thoughts are unclear, my brain is unclear, and I have no self-awareness. I have been unknown since I lost that year.

I don't know myself. I often wonder how much I have changed since then. The destruction of one thing and the collapse of two things turned out to be so fragile, breaking the original me and degenerating into me without thought, motivation and self-confidence.

For more than a year, during these periods, I have been constantly changing, thinking, decadent and struggling ... Maybe only I know the change of my personality. I just found out what kind of person I am recently, dual personality. In front of different people and things, you will naturally show different personalities and different expressions. No matter what one second is and what the next is, the result is different. Environment affects people's thoughts and behaviors.

Not good at words, not good at expression, not good at communication, not like excitement can be said to be a bit cold, not like contact with people. How can we learn to face this society and integrate into it? Share its happiness.