Crazy people also need love compositions.

I remember writing an article a few days ago, "A madman has no regrets-preface". The conclusion is: I am drunk tonight and look at the moon. Who knows that my heart is really chaotic, the madman has no regrets, and the smile is as cold as frost. Men's tears have nowhere to hide, and they will go through the storm without hesitation. The right way in the world is vicissitudes of life. If you don't do it, you will have ambitions! Let's start with this!

I don't know when I got the reputation of "crazy", which should be attributed to my wife. After we fell in love, she called me crazy, Yang crazy, crazy brother, but while I thanked her, I always thought that I was born crazy and would be discovered and recognized sooner or later. My wife and I have known each other since high school, but she is not in the county town or in school.

In my deep memory, she used to be a studious, enthusiastic, generous, beautiful and simple girl. When I was a sophomore, I met her in a township high school in a neighboring county. At that time, her short hair was full of energy, and her delicate skin color exuded the purity and beauty of a girl, just like a hibiscus just emerging from the water, like a bright moon in the sky, and her face was tender and ripe, which made people salivate. I have even reached the peak of despair. I don't know how God has changed her so much, or whether fate is unfair to me, or whether I just look at her appearance and don't know her.