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Sometimes, narration is just to commemorate one’s existence. It is like the vicissitudes of those who count down time. Day after day, year after year, my heart counts every cycle of time. But it is also like a person guarding the independence, sitting alone beside the river and watching every wave put out on the river. I just want to cherish the world axis that I don’t know when it will suddenly break. If, obsolescence is just a kind of sadness, which cannot be copied, but it often strikes. The years are like moving in the silent time. The red and green brick walls covered with moss and the old wooden buildings covered with black and white walls all show a familiar old smell. The chair with a creak, pressed against the heavy old body, just sat alone in the alley. The turbid eyes had already lost the most colorful color in the world. The dust that penetrates the sunshine is still lingering here, jumping excitedly, floating, and slowly silent in a dark corner, continuing to write the traces of history in the next chapter. I hate the feeling of missing the past, but it is easy to see some familiar things, familiar scenes and the same dialogue. He also let himself miss and Miss involuntarily, and then his mouth was full of the smell of old vicissitudes. If, words attach power. Always when I was about to give up, what I said to myself was just a bloody killing, but it could let me continue to face it. No matter what the ending is, I have persisted in some things. I just stick to the end, but what I get is not the result I want. Does this make me look stupid? But I knew it was silly, but I still kept being silly. Some things, I said to myself, as long as they still exist, can not give up. Because nobody knows the result, but if you give up, that is the result. Three lives, three lives. If I live, if I live for the world. Why generation after generation. Do your best and listen to the destiny. So, now, no matter what, I insist on doing it. Although it is a kind of self-oppression without words and a way of self-abuse. At least, I can prove that I still exist in this world. The world is really small; The whole life is really short. Jumping out of the universe, the world is just a sphere. Through time, life is just a few decades. The bizarre Society and the ups and downs of life, and what is the expression. No one can predict tomorrow’s life, but can arrange tomorrow’s life. Who can’t guess? We are just puppets in the hands of people in another world. If God is the director, it is both crying and laughing to arrange you to cry. Because it cannot be proved, everything is still a scene in life. If, words attach power. The truest thing is just self-comfort and hypnosis. However, it does have power, along with killing blood, which can make the heart stronger. If I only shortened my life course, it would be my shortest journey. The only thing we can do is not to give up what is in front of us easily. Until the end, there was no result. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Soul mate

One kind of love can only be soul mate. Thousands of miles away, an invisible thread leads our heart to express our love. We hate meeting late, maybe it is the mistake of previous life, which makes us gather together and depend on each other. Every meeting is the burning of happy time, which is so excited and excited. Love and joy again and again make us have each other deeply. I hate that time flies too fast. Unconsciously, it’s time to break up and tears streaming down my face again. Hold your hands, don’t want to break up. Leaving is painful, and it also earns enough tears for you. You said we were each other’s soul mates. What you said is too classic, yes, the eternity of the soul. Whenever I relax the pace of work, I will miss you, thinking that your heart has never stopped, I want to know what you are doing now, I want to know if you think about me. I miss you not because of loneliness, but because I miss you, I will become more lonely. Just like now, I sat in front of the computer in front of the window, turning my thoughts into a combination of words. I miss you, do you also let me stop in your heart at this time? I like to sit quietly in front of the window in the middle of the night, and miss you so quietly. In every plain night, I miss you so quietly, because I think of you, such a Night will become beautiful but also a little melancholy. The day of missing is very sad, every minute is like a year; However, the day of missing is also very full, and life is more lively and meaningful with you in your heart. Love is happy rather than regret; Love is beautiful rather than hurt; Once owned is the beauty of life. The soul partner and eternal pursuit, do you feel a little helpless and lost? I don’t know. Whether you can hear my heartbeats thousands of miles away is the notes flowing in my thoughts and the combination of my sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful. I really want to bring my dream to your side from thousands of miles away. I have you in my dream, and I am in your dream. Reluctant sentimentally attached, you can still feel tender when you dream back at midnight. However, after all, our world is not only love; In the long steps of time, we still have more love for colorful. There is a kind of true love that can calmly forget about frustration. You can silently love, understand and fill your heart with blessings to each other. I have tried many times to give you up from my heart, but I found that in such a day, my thoughts were blank, and only a burst of heartbreaking did I find that I still had breath. Without each other, we all feel that life is meaningless; There is no wonderful movement in life, and only infinite sadness is smelt in the air. Such a day should not continue. We would rather not walk on the red carpet than be eternal soul mates. You said that you could take a vacation tomorrow, but my new factory has just started. Sometimes when I am busy with a lot of things, I take care of one thing and lose another. I also want to fly to see you, but I can’t put this bread, and I want to make it bigger. This is helplessness, who let you say that we are soul partners. At this moment, the inexplicable melancholy permeated with wisps of sadness, and the thick came together, which exactly matched the different taste in my heart. Yes, life is too realistic, and soul is very painful. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…