Buried

Seven years later, I finally forgot the seventh anniversary of our love. Finally one day when I remembered it, I realized that the only person who could remember was also forgotten. This love is how 1.1 point lost, I carefully recall, but have forgotten what it used. It was I who wrote you love letters page by page in diary, but you told me that you lost it when you had nothing to write? Is it because I was eagerly looking forward to Valentine’s Day, but you disappeared without any indication? I spent nearly a month weaving scarf for you, but you said you didn’t wear it; I bought you Gray Wolf slippers, but did you feel disappointed when you said you were too naive? Or, you are always missing when things come to an end in a hurry and perfunctory manner on my birthday? I also forgot. I can’t remember how I felt when I asked you what you wanted to send me on Valentine’s Day, but you asked me why I didn’t send it back. I don’t remember every time I had begun earlier planning you birthday for you what, and you always in two months after my birthday perfunctory and, I am what feeling. I also don’t know what I am doing when I want you to accompany me every vacation, but you always play games on the grounds of rare vacation. I don’t know what you are doing when I am worried about your safety and distance after we separate different places. Now, I only know that when I come home from work every day to hold my lovely son, listen to your mother’s various arrangements or orders, and finish the task mechanically, I never remember what love looks like. What is the difference between festivals, commemorative days, birthday or ordinary days? The setting sun gradually sank to the bottom of the water, and the gorgeous brilliance was corroded to a trace. Leave the defeated Lily behind and complete the final ceremony. Is this dying or new? Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…