Suddenly feeling

All of a sudden, I want to say that I am proud of my youth. In the dark, it seemed to be very moved at some time. There was no refreshing corner in the hot study room. Looking up, what could not be seen was the passer-by armour. And I started a strong and fragile life. Spread out the book, points, probability-one by one into my eyes, and those long and difficult sentences that make me headache. In every colorful season, everything is so dull. Only here, the air is free. I can breathe freely and stretch myself freely. Free to laugh suddenly. You don’t have to worry that the noise will shoot me down at any time. Only when you look at me again and again can you know that there is no happiness at all. At least, there is no happiness of someone in a certain place. Life seems to be full of insects, and thoughts are eaten and abused again and again, and finally they are scarred. The night breeze blows gently, who is playing the harmonica in the wind? Then, I suddenly remembered the day when I wrote novels with the harmonica. The campus, which was once young, was very happy. Even if I was tired of studying, I would never worry that my heart would die, even in the cold winter, that kind of pure and sincere friendship will make people feel cold at any time. Now, it seems to suddenly disappear in the sleep and wake up, facing the strange environment, cold face, breathing will make people feel painful, sour to escape. The surrounding air only leaves the gray interliao. Indifferent pale thoughts, ripples no longer exist, the laughter and laughter of the past, and the passion of the past are all strangled invisibly, but I can’t see a drop of blood. I am so painful that I forget how to cry. Missing is the pain of breathing this is a beautiful season, but the wilderness is green, but the heart is withered. As a result, there is only pain that cannot be told. Looking back, I can’t find the dim lights. The stars on the horizon blinked at me. Suddenly, a kind of touch surrounded me. At that moment, I cried all over the floor, as if I had left the baby in my mother’s arms. I cried and burst into tears. The stars still smiled at me. And I understand that this is not an indifferent smile or a cold ridicule, but a warm encouragement to me. Stars hang in the North sky all the time. Therefore, I began to doubt whether I was really suitable to live in this Jiangnan Watertown that I yearned? In the dream, it is as gentle as a cheongsam; In the dream, it is the joy of fish and rice in the Watertown; In the dream, it always wraps me tightly with its warm embrace without cold wind; in the dream, I am coming now, looking for a dream, but I can’t find it all the time. The dream of that season was broken in my loss, and then I began to suffer from insomnia all night, and again, nightmare rife? Once upon a time, I was still looking forward to it, and everything seemed to have gone away for a thousand years. Only after several rounds could I return to the land that made me not afraid of loneliness, struggle or dejection? “Near, near, really near, far, start far, near, my hometown, near, my happiness, near, my dream;, far away, this is helpless, far away, this haze, far away, the indifference here is far away, deep and shallow, thick and light, and finally it is just passing. And the book of life is always a mess, a mess, a mess

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