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I want to go far away, travel and wander. I just want to be alone, carrying my luggage and quietly stepping on the journey to find my paradise. Years are quiet, I just want someone. Leaving the hustle and bustle of traffic, stepping on every inch of the land I ‘ve been longing for, sucking every breath of elegance and quietness, watching the eagle hitting the sky, watching the fish flying in the shallow bottom, gently closing my eyes, enjoying the quietness of the years flowing peacefully, inward-looking, not involving red, sit-Mo, waiting flowers. Shaohua goes by, I just want someone. A person strolls under the moonlight, imagining the mystery of the night sky; A person leans lightly on the ancient tree until the first leaf on the tree turns bright red; A person stands quietly in the rain, listening to the slight rain telling the ancient myth of Jiangnan. Listen to music alone, watch plays alone, perform by yourself, clap for yourself and be fascinated by yourself. Most of the time, I am not alone. I can’t stand the bustle of a group of people. I love to laugh, which does not mean my happiness. Behind the mask of smile is a heart full of tears; My love to laugh does not mean my happiness, but I have already been used to playing a heartless role. However, after laughing, the spare time is just a person’s sorrow. When I am alone, I can enjoy silence quietly. I am not a freak or an alien. I am just a stubborn child, a child who likes silence but has to smile and fantasy, but knows the cruel reality well. I know that I am not a princess in the castle, so there is no prince riding a white horse, and that person driving colorful clouds will only appear in his dream. Sometimes I think that they are so cruel that they transplant those false dreams into my heart, but when they are deeply rooted, they tell me that they are all false. Who can tell me, which sentence should I believe and which sentence is true? Or maybe all of them are fake. Is it because I am too stupid or naive, or the reality should be like this. If this is the so-called reality, then I would rather be blinded forever. Now, I am tired, tired, true or false, right or wrong is no longer important. I just want a person to stay away from the troubles of the world and look for the peach blossom source that belongs to me. I just want to listen to more sad music, hurt my heart and shed tears when I am sad; I just want to watch the sky and walk alone when I want to escape, traveling alone, listening to insects and birds, watching clouds, sitting on the horizon, waiting for the rising sun and sunset, waiting for the changes of the stars and the moon. I like to stand on the overpass quietly when I am alone, lean against the handrail lightly, look up at the night sky, let my thoughts go and fly to the distant place of dreams. But passers-by looked at me with pitiful eyes. I smiled lightly. I didn’t want to die, but to be alone, quietly. This may be my only freedom. Please don’t disturb me. I like to look straight into the distance at the right height. I can’t see the end of the city in the direction of thousands of lights. Who is waiting for the night sky filled with ink? Who misses the breeze passing through my ears? Where the sun rises, will there be sunset glow? Who is attached to the sky at 45 degrees? Where dreams disappear, whose tears are flying? Will the world change when I forget everything? The dream will start again, will I not catch up with the last bus? In fact, I have never left, but I can’t find where my dreams have gone. The leaves on the tree turned yellow, fell down, and finally disappeared. Who could tell me whether they were tired, asleep or not. The dreams in my heart are lost, faded and dispersed. Who can tell me whether they will come back again. I once wanted to meet you in the most beautiful years of my life, but life could not give me this miracle. Now, I have to sing a monologue under the gorgeous spotlight. The big stage, the lonely figure, no applause, no applause, I am a little at a loss. In the middle of the performance, I really wanted to leave, but my reason told me that I should carry out my dream to the end, not retreat, not give up. So I was more careful, but how should I end up with the disordered dance steps? At that moment, I really wanted to be alone, listening to the music I liked and dancing my life; At that moment, I really wanted to be willful for once, just once, rushing out of the bustling crowd and chasing the past sea. But at that moment, I suddenly lost my courage. Did I worry too much, or should my nature be like this? Now, I just want to walk alone, eat alone, travel alone, listen to the sound of youth ending alone, watch the sunset, end alone, end alone and grow old alone. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring

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