Pathetic

If the end of darkness is the morning light. I would rather be the lamp holder between heaven and earth, waiting in the dark cold night until dawn. Inscribing a happy period like a dream is my expectation for life. There will always be such moments in the mood. There is no important reason, but it is unspeakable panic and fidgety. The campus in autumn is becoming more and more desolate. The wind was broken and the tree shadow was messy. Walking on the path, I found that the grass had withered and yellow, and the leaves also fell a lot. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a cold smoke and bitter grass at the place where the lyrics were gazing. I have been writing novels recently. The number of words I wrote these days was very small, but the joke with my mother was that I was better than the celebrity whose name was Bai Yun in the sketch. There was no class in the afternoon, and I stayed in the dormitory and talked to the computer for a long time, but I still couldn’t write many words. I accidentally found that the mobile phone was broken. Wow, at the same time, I could finally find a reason for my annoyance. Most of the time, people are trapped in the cocoons bound by themselves, and they cannot get rid of the fetters of the world, nor can they escape from the cocoons of love in their hearts. In the end, it is just a habit of human beings. In the noise of luxury houses and cars, how many people will feel happy from the bottom of their hearts because of material wealth? Happiness is always surging when you come, and you are ruthless when you leave. Follow the past, day and day, not yesterday, whisper lightly. Who sees you, the blue shirt is hidden, where is the lonely soul? I don’t think I am a person without ambition. I don’t expect to get much blessing from God in the process of realizing my dream. I just want to leave a lonely lamp for me in the gloomy journey. If I am at the end of the world, I can illuminate a corner of the world for me. If I devote myself to the Cape, I can warm the side of the Cape for me. The long road is long, the East Wind is cold, what’s wrong, clothes are messy. Forward all the way, no turning back, no smelling the sub-rules. I hope I can’t help it. Even though the night is short, I still step through the troubles of the world. It is hard to hide a piece of blue shirt, looking forward to a happy period like a dream. On September 30th, 2010, Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanished in spring

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