这里是一个小小只O(∩_∩)O

没什么特别的，就和普通人一样，即使擦肩而过也不会让你留意到，微风也不过透露半点讯息

但是还是很感谢你能来到这里o(*￣▽￣*)ブ
希望我们的相识会让你开心 (＾－＾)V

不想在这里写小作文，那我就简单介绍下自己吧~


叫我Des就好了，我一直都会用这个称呼，也基本不会去改变

至于为什么，具体了解我你就会知道了（*＾-＾*）

相信大家都是因为某些原因才会来到这里，所以首先很高兴你能点开我的主页，即使只是偶然间点到而已

简而言之，我喜欢在这里交朋友，和朋友一起享受游戏带来的快乐

各种游戏都会玩一点，但是策略类的就算了（脑子不够用（＃￣～￣＃））

人菜瘾大，所以如果某些时候令你不开心，也请原谅我，并不是故意的｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

最后呢，如果喜欢我就大胆的找我吧（自恋到病态的程度了已经(ｐ・・q））

哦对了，如果你仔细留意，应该会发现我的资料全是星空相关的，最后送给你们一首诗吧

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不要温和地走进那良夜

老年应当在日暮时燃烧咆哮

怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝

虽然智慧的人临终时懂得黑暗有理

因为他们的话没有迸发出闪电，他们

也并不温和地走进那个良夜。

善良的人当最后一浪过去，高呼他们脆弱的善行

可能曾会多么光辉地在绿色的海湾里舞蹈

怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝

狂暴的人抓住并歌唱过翱翔的太阳

懂得但为时太晚，他们使太阳在途中悲伤

也并不温和地走进那个良夜

严肃的人接近死亡，用炫目的视觉看出

失明的眼睛可以像流星一样闪耀欢欣

怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝

您啊，我的父亲在那悲哀的高处

现在用您的热泪诅咒我，祝福我吧

我求您，不要温和地走进那个良夜

怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝


------英国诗人/狄兰·托马斯/《不要温和地走进那个良夜》




Here is a small one O(∩_∩)O

Nothing special. Just like ordinary people, even if you pass by, you won't notice it. The breeze just reveals a little information

But thank you very much for coming here o(*￣▽￣*)ブ
I hope our acquaintance will make you happy(＾－＾)V

If I don't want to write a composition here, let me briefly introduce myself~

Just call me Des. I will always use this name and will not change it

As for why, you will know if you know me in detail（*＾-＾*）

I believe that everyone came here for some reason, so first of all, I'm glad you can click my homepage, even if you just click occasionally

In short, I like to make friends here and enjoy the happiness of games with friends

All kinds of games can be played a little（but the strategic ones are not enough（＃￣～￣＃））

People are addicted to food, so if you are unhappy at some time, please forgive me. It is not intentional｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ

Finally, if you like me, dare to find me（Narcissism has reached a pathological level(ｐ・・q））

Oh, by the way, if you pay close attention, you should find that my data are all related to the stars. Finally, I will send you a poem

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Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


------British poet/Dylan Thomas/《Do not go gentle into that good night》