On the way, we all have an old face

In the morning, I woke up in the struggle of nightmare. I opened the notebook and threw myself into the soft chair. The open skirt spread all over the floor immediately. The speaker that sees QQ messages keeps flashing, click on. But I saw a long-lost friend. I was a little touched when I saw her familiar face. I thought that all the people I once knew in this world had forgotten me. Seeing her, I began to pick up the beauty of memory again. I just want to write something and record my feelings. After so many days, I was tightly wrapped by busyness, and only my students were thinking the most. Life is in a state of tension and tiredness……… It seems that I can’t see the edge….. I also thought of a person at that time, feeling that he was so far away now. The person who once said that he would like to learn from each other for the rest of his life had already melted in his heart like a bubble. I don’t want to let such debris remain in my heart. But the heart cannot be controlled. In the twinkling words, in the dream-like memories, in the overlapping of every night and every day, what I saw was only my growing and aging appearance. At this time, I tightened my body in the chair and looked at the outside day. It was just Sunny, and there was already the darkness of rain. The sky in Beijing is just like the human heart, which is unpredictable and unpredictable. One day, the sun makes your skin open, and one day, it is so cold that you want to wrap a quilt and live like this. However, the warm and cool weather can no longer irritate the bones in the skin. Bones protect the heart, and the impulse to dream has been rejected in my heart. It seems that it is really beginning to decline and grow old……….. In my heart, it is inevitable, and infinite sadness. Inadvertently, I lost myself at a loss. The process of getting lost is so simple. Simple without any modification. Perhaps, the past is as real and unreal as a dream, but on the way, I feel lost and unhappy. On the way, I saw a lonely dog stopping quietly, with weak eyes showing help and mercy. I just want to wrap my clothes tighter. Nothing is more important than fear of being hurt at that moment. The idea of adopting this dog flashed through my heart, but there was too much fear in my heart. Fear of the germs filled with it, fear of its attack on itself, fear of giving it food but its lonely eyes for help when leaving. So, close your eyes and say gently: forgive ~! I just walk on the road. Someone once told me that you should stop. Instead of always on the road like this. I feel that I can’t control it. Only on the road, I will be comfortable and calm. When I stay, I will feel that there is no sustenance and no dependence. Maybe I like it or get used to seeing different things on the road ~! Some people also say that if there is a stable relationship, maybe everything will pass. However, I have always been afraid, because I always keep what I saw on the road in my heart, which will affect my feelings. When I gain feelings and love, I actually find out. Things on the road have been deeply engraved in my heart. Harvest and still fear. It seems that I can’t get rid of the nightmare I met on the road…… I am eager for good things, but I feel that my nerves are against good things. There is something unclear in the blood. Sometimes calm and dignified, sometimes galloping and howling. Thought has become the domination of life in confusion and meditation. Life is living between demotion and praise. How come the word “life. It just means that it can vividly interpret life. On the way, passers-by are in a hurry and can’t see the sadness brought by rainy days. He gives you a mask and you return to him. A mask is just a wonderful nightmare that makes life Occupy life. The embodiment of the mask tells the truth in sleep. Who knows how to grow is the dawn dark or bright? Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Listen to music at midnight: I will wait for you at the next intersection

Long Sorrow is always in my heart) in the dead of night, the Moonlight flies slowly in front of my eyes. The quiet Starlight adds some pain and helplessness to the night with a sad indifference, I could not sleep alone. Sitting under the screen, I listened to a song named “I am waiting for you at the next intersection” sung by the wind. The light sadness and separation spread over my heart, and the night filled with missing was so long. At this time, I can only use the keyboard to knock out my missing for you word by word, telling my heart. The vast sea of people, the world of mortals rolling, you and I are close to each other across the screen, a light click, strange we came together, from meeting, knowing each other to falling in love, wipe out the spark of love. We don’t care about each other’s age, family, nor the difference of money, status and identity, but an emotion is real. When the love in my heart is lit by you and burned violently, this love makes me happy and excited. This love makes me lose my direction and forget about it. Love is swaying in the world of mortals, and the feelings are floating in my heart. This love is beautiful and prosperous in my life. We walked through countless intersections in a hurry, we met here, we stared at each other here, we made promises here, we were obsessed with the mountains and rivers here, we left deep and shallow footprints on the road. Perhaps, looking back and smiling in the past life, I will meet you in this life. But the years quietly flowed through my fingertips. When the lead faded away, I still stood at the next secluded crossroads of my life waiting for you. Tears blurred my sight. I don’t know what kind of lonely mood to interpret love? The continuous Love line lingered, which also hurt the acid heart. In the long lonely night, the dim light covered my haggard appearance and my deep yearning. I miss you not because of loneliness, but because I miss you. The reason why the feeling of loneliness is so heavy is that you think too deeply and bitter. Thinking about your love, it is so long, so long, so long, so long, so long, so long, so long, so long, and so long, so clear, so many kinds of thoughts, lingering in my heart, how much happiness, how much sadness, how much melancholy, how. Every time I think of your name, I always feel heartache. The pain of missing, the suffering of lovesickness and the endless expectation are all intertwined, which makes people feel physically and mentally contemptuous and miserable. Deep in Love, people feel lonely, making people Haggard for Iraq. Stepping on the spring breeze, walking in the world of mortals, passing through the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have been chasing the happiness I desire in my heart. I just want to wait for one person. I really want to walk through time into your heart, and from then on, I will hug you lightly and entangle you all my life. I don’t know what kind of person can fall with you? I don’t know what kind of love can live and die with you? Although I have already thought out a lot of reasons to give up you, I still wander between giving up and not giving up. My heart is nostalgic, and I am still waiting for you persistently. Why can’t I control my heart and tears when I lie in bed? The yearning for you always annihilates my loneliness. I turn lovesickness into wine, which intoxicates people bit by bit. Time is long, and I spend all my fragrance. I tasted the incomplete old dream alone, so that I missed too many warm smiles. Although I experienced the bitter wind and rain, missed the sadness of autumn, the coolness of summer, spring came back, but inexplicable love still involved me. I was still waiting for you by the window every night. I was waiting for you to the vicissitudes of the sea. The sea was withered and the rocks were rotten. I hope that I can hold you in this life. My love for you is too mellow and strong. I just want to hold this feeling and this deep-rooted miss. Hide the distant you in my dream. My affectionate eyes stared at the rippling oasis of hope, reaching to the distant place of love dream. I am waiting for you at the next intersection with my sincere heart and tenderness, waiting for you to hold my hand, looking forward to meeting you and fulfilling the previous life agreement. I am in the bright sunshine of spring and summer, under the delicate Moonlight of autumn and winter, I lean on the intersection and look around. I look through the autumn water just to wait for you, I traveled to the end of the world just to meet you in the deepest part of the world of mortals. I was eager to find your figure. My people have been wandering for too long, my heart has been exhausted too much, I can no longer stand any wind and rain, I hope I can hold your hand and walk forward together, enjoy the scenery that belongs to us along the way Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…