Who

No matter the thrilling rumors of drug smoking, or all kinds of performances and different images of self-harm for love in rainy nights, it seems that they cannot touch my dusty soul. Only she can return to my heart, let me quiet? Does it make me feel at ease? Only alcohol and very similar feelings of the opposite sex can make me excited and bitter feelings grow into trees in summer night? I am looking for long-lost feelings and inspiration with words like Ji Zhu. For example, Su Shi’s “three Huaitang records”, Chibi’s two poems, and Liu Zongyuan’s two records of Yongzhou, all of which only meet the eyes, being adjacent to the ear party does not go into the heart and is not retained and absorbed by the heart; Even if the other two ways above are the same effect. So in the summer of June 26th, flames came one after another and the warm wind blew people. The whistle of children queuing up for school came from a distance. My son Boyuan had already gone home. Behind these children, is there my favorite daughter and old friend with red ears and blush? That is a very mediocre life? The depressed day was not the hottest stage, but there had been rumors that some places would have holidays. Is it not allowed to storm in such weather? What is the feeling of cold room? Or do you need to wake up when you are drunk? I don’t expect these things to come. The peace of my heart depends on self-cultivation and rest after calming down. The pots of flowers and plants beside me, whether they are Wen Zhu or hanging baskets, are lonely and lovely. Look at me and listen to me, is it possible to whisper the refined and euphemistic divine comedy? I am can’t hear and see. I only have one feeling, just returning to the process of feeling. Those who can’t find comfort are a little helpless of Mr. Lu Xun. The helplessness and hesitation of life. That’s all. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring

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