I do not know, heart can still

It seems that I haven’t come to my Baidu space for a long time, and my space has already been deserted! Facing this kind of broken, speechless! Heartache! The space that once gathered countless efforts and regarded it as a life-like space. I don’t know when it started. It gradually alienated and reduced the number of landings! Is it because Baidu has revised its version and no longer likes the space that doesn’t seem to belong to itself? Or is it because I really don’t have the original state of mind? Or is it just as someone said? Stare! Except for the slight sadness in my heart, I always feel empty. I don’t know what I have been busy with in the past lost years? I always find various excuses for myself. I am busy, there is no internet, there is no …… everything seems to sound grandiose, but is it really like what I said? I’m afraid only you know! In countless sunrise and sunset days, the busy steps made me forget the bitterness and sweetness of tasting life. The sad words once seemed to have been lost in the depth of the season along with the past, but looking back at this moment, a trace of sadness and panic turned into unspeakable loss. The wind in late autumn is not so cool, with a touch of depression, quietly coming from the wilderness. A cold rain sobbed and sighed in the wind, holding her mind and tapping the window gently, as if to talk with others. I don’t know where she came from? Do you bring a fish book from afar? Hua doesn’t understand words, I am the person who can understand words? Ruoguo boasts that the wind is shrill and the rain is drizzling. Have you understood it? I don’t know whether those deep and shallow marks in the season, the floating and heavy mood in the years, the flowers in the world of mortals, can still touch the numb heart, whether, it can also jump out dazzling colors in the text. The four seasons of reincarnation are as beautiful as before. I don’t know if my heart can remain. 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…