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Time is just a wound. It hurts Huaichun and sad autumn. It hurts falling dreams and quiet. The brushwork of youth has been finished, and the hidden worries of prosperity can no longer be continued. For the melodiousness of a car, it is the extravagant hope that I never dare to have. Even if it is a dream, it is also full of unexpected desolation. However, when the moral of one car is not another one, we can only see the melancholy of life. How to continue, how to end? Love or marriage has only a starting point, no end point; Only a question, no answer. It is not the deep courtyard of the Spring Palace, but the bitterness inside the high wall. As a woman, how many luxurious dreams and wishes do I have, and what kind of hopeless and changes do I encounter? What hurt my love and disintegrated the loyalty of respecting each other? Someone says: waiting for you. And ask: What will I do? Wait for me to eat or play; Wait for me to grow up, or wait for me to grow old? Wait for me to be free, or wait for me to fall? Or wait for the reincarnation of my next reincarnation? The heart that once fell in love was betrayed by him, and it was already cold; Now even if he was passionate, it could not burn my loneliness. Those wounded past events are vivid and lingering in my mind. I can never let go and forget those pains and injuries. Maybe in my whole life, I will struggle in the memory of scars and cannot find an exit. My heart is full of sorrow, and there are always endless worries and fears. How to spend tomorrow? One point of hope, two points of struggle, and seven points of panic. The heart is willing or the heart is broken, the heart is sacrificed or the heart is palpitations. I always keep thinking, working hard, getting old, worrying and despair. I looked at the distance, looked at it, tears poured down my years. I was thinking about something in my mind, thinking about it, and sorrow lingered in the stream. I recalled the past, the past passed away. I look forward to the future. Looking forward to it, the meteor has fallen into my dream. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…