Sake

The lingering thought was done to smoke the broken cocoon, and the banana was peeled after the heart injury. In March and May of the Thirties, the poor glass of wine never disappeared. Huang Jinren wrote this article in Qi Huai because he suddenly thought of such a poem. It seemed that the star was not last night, for whom the wind was exposed to the midnight. I love this sentence very much, the wind reveals the Morning Star, and the endless lovesickness of the long night is lit, which is charming and affectionate but desolate. This world of mortals always buries too many stories of sour and crazy resentment. Spring night is too short, if you leave, read, go, it will be a lifetime. I haven’t written anything for a while, and many feelings accumulated in my heart, but I don’t know where to start. There are many unknown difficulties in everyone’s life, which cannot be mentioned or mentioned. I am a lonely time, you will think of someone who wants to write something. Admit, I am have a special preference for prose. It was like standing in a transparent corridor, looking at the luxurious and messy bright youth presented in front of my eyes, with tears streaming down my face, and then I continued to move forward without scruple. When I went to the park that day, I saw several seven or eight-year-old girls playing house. I stopped for a long time with sadness, thinking that when I was young, I might have been so crazy and unscrupulous laughing. Only when I feel sad, I suddenly feel that the light is easy to pass away, and I throw it silently. Who doesn’t love the star-picking years? I didn’t know anything and didn’t need to know anything. Everything was still in time. In the sentimental and sentimental years, I also told myself that everything was still in time. Some mood can only be stopped in the clearest and thinnest youth. Looking back, the faint green onion encompassed the dim time, leaving the ground broken. It turned out to be a lot of things, it is just an understatement in the wheel of life. What else do we want to have? Youth, money, friendship, power, dreams come true, reunion after long separation, or fragmentary time lost for many years. There are always many things you want. You stumble along the way, but you always lose something while getting something. A lot of time has slipped away from the fingers quietly. Most of the dreams and fantasies in the youth were dim under the oppression of reality, and gradually realized that no matter how deep the friendship was, it could not stand the boiling of the world. Compared with this, what can Memory be? It can only be regarded as a fading shadow in the years of economics. It is slightly weak, as if there is nothing. In many words I have written before, I have mentioned the topic of memory. In fact, I am a person with simple experience, so I won’t be addicted to any unforgettable memories. However, I hope that some people or things can appear in my life. I will go through the years in the future hand in hand, go through hardships and hardships, and interpret the life like flowers. I always love cloud, so love so love. Most of the time, I looked up at the sky and saw a large number of clouds moving slowly in the sky. They were very light, soft, lonely and desolate. Looking at the pain in the neck, I came back to my mind disappointedly. I always expect myself to be a quiet and indifferent woman, just like a cloud, drifting to the vast sky alone and bearing the lonely end alone. And hopefully bring. Stay in the flashy world. Laughing extravagant, I am still me. I am still independent and handsome, and I am still under the stars last night. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…

I don’t

It is said that the person who knows himself best is himself, and it is also said that the person who knows himself least is himself. Is it contradictory? We can summarize this mood most with our favorite interjection. I often say “hehe” to others, or receive “hehe” from others. At this moment, I can only say “hehe. I, boys. Although I really want to be a man, I have to admit that I can’t be a man, nor can I be a man. How to say, maybe, or the only reason I can find is that I am not mature enough to call a man. Of course, being a little boy is also fun to be a little boy! Since I came to this world, there are also more than twenty Spring and Autumn Periods. I have understood a lot of things and learned a lot of things, but there are always some things that I will never understand. For example, why are we called people instead of others. I don’t know why something should be called that name. Besides, even if I have experienced myself, happy and painful, I still don’t know what love is. I know myself, as I imagined. Because I think I should be that kind of person, I am that kind of person, I am that kind of person. I am willful, wild, vulgar, irritable, I like to speak loudly, and I also like to stay somewhere quietly, doing nothing and staying like that. I thought I knew my mind, and I did. Then one day, I saw the clouds floating across the sky, feeling sad; Seeing the water flowing through the river, I felt sad and sad; Seeing the wild flowers blooming in the mountain, I felt sad and beautiful. I began to doubt, my feelings and my judgement. Once self-righteous became blurred, and I began to panic, a panic I had never had. The cloud drifted away my sadness, the water of the Bay dripped away my sorrow, and the tree flowers filled my life’s melancholy. Finally, I was lost. I didn’t know where to return to the fallen leaves flying all over the sky. I let the raging wind take it to the ends of the Earth, blow it to the sunset, and finally died in the soil, finally, it didn’t grow again. The I am in my memory is as kind as I know it. Of course, it’s just memory. If I am willful, unhappy and hating, I am not a good person. I have done a lot of good deeds, at least I am think so. Even if it is a very small thing, I am also very happy. That will make me feel that the clouds are clear and the sunshine is shining. I will thank God for giving me life. However, I heard someone who was so kind and famous that everyone was commenting on his kindness. I don’t know if it is my heartfelt admiration, or it is really just a comment. I began to be angry, inexplicably angry. I thought that there were always few good things in the world. I brought a little sunshine to the world, and the sunshine I thought was just like this. God should thank me. It didn’t see it. I scolded it for being blind, but it smiled, narrowed its eyes and looked at me with a crack of eyes: stupid, why be so persistent, kindness is good in the heart, why is it seen by others! I am not reconciled, but I can only do nothing. I swear, I will throw the kindness in my heart into the ditch and let the flood rush away. Until the moment I saw the stumbling figure again and held it silently, I felt relieved. I returned a slit to God, telling him that my goodness was always there, and I couldn’t lose it or rush away. I still know myself. I like to see beautiful women. I really like them. Really, I really appreciate them. It is said that the color of appreciation is a little bit, but the component of psychedelic always occupies more. It’s just like saying that there is no color and courage. I like to see it, want to get close, and want to get close, but my feet are always in the same place, and I have never stepped out of the half point, so is it! I like to get together with friends to talk about women, and talk about vulgar topics. Sometimes I will be more serious. I like to watch it every day, but I never know women. Just like a woman treated you well once. When you thought she liked you and was secretly happy, she told you that she wanted to ask you for a favor. I fully understand that the so-called good is just pleasing, because there is something to ask for, that’s all. Women are just so impenetrable. Sometimes I also want to be a woman and let many boys chase me. Really, I hope it can be realized in the next life, if there is a next life. I said I knew myself very well. As I said at the beginning, I knew my situation best. However, it happened that there was, but at that time you couldn’t see yourself clearly, feeling so strange, really strange. That feeling is like three women looking at you. One is your mother, the other is a woman, and the other is a young girl. Recently, I fell into an old love, intoxicated in the shadow of my first girlfriend, unable to extricate myself. The good moments of the past were in the love of memory, which could not be wiped out. While she gave me hope to get back together, she gave me despair fiercely at the same time. She no longer cared about me and completely ignored me. My heart was thrown far away again, and I couldn’t get it back. I once swore to boast that I was a man who could afford and put down, and could treat feelings rationally. When facing feelings, I suddenly felt helpless and messy. It turned out that I am so obsessed, so tender, I don’t know myself like this. After writing so many things in a muddle, I don’t know what I want to express, because I really don’t know myself. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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