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Inscription; The holy angel said to Dean: I can save you from hell, and I can also send you back to hell. In order to block one of the 66 seals, the Holy Angel did not hesitate to bloodbath the whole town, including the 1214 residents. It seemed that God had to do something against his will sometimes. One thought of Heaven, one thought of hell. Through the hollowed treetop, the playful sunshine slightly bathed my eyes, bringing long-lost thoughts, trembling my heart and moistening the eyes passing through memories. Before missing someone, I always thought that loving someone would last forever, but the quiet courtyard was empty, leaving only dusty firewood and lonely wild flowers. The tree withered alone, and the shadow sighed empty. Love is like brewing wine for a long time. The longer it is, the stronger it is. Breaking up breaks up and breaks down the long-immersed dreams; And the courage to continue loving, the distance between reality and distant dreams, all have drawn a long question mark. The years are quiet. May everything be well. Time is like the sand between fingers passing slowly, drifting away with the wind, like those forgotten past, those gone fleeting years. When the road came to an end, I always thought that I had gone quietly without any trace, but I didn’t know how many memories I had taken away? How many Fanghua are left? Picking up the fragments of memory, recalling the passionate and frivolous at the beginning, unconsciously, we have grown up, owned more and lost more; We are scared, I began to learn to cherish it slowly, but I couldn’t stop the pace of time and let the lost dust become the past. A dream woke up, a wisp of fragrance of the past, leaving a hard memory. It was time to leave. The gentle footsteps shook how many heartstrings. I don’t know what your smiling face would look like after turning around? You also don’t know that when you turn around, there is another person standing behind you quietly, waving gently, letting the dripping tears take away scenes of laughter. A period, a period of life journey, the past years become memories, the past dreams remain in the past, the present and the past we recall the past years, whether we in the Ming Dynasty will change our mind, we have already reached the age when we can’t afford to play when we walk with different faces. Let the willing and the reluctant follow the fate. Sometimes there must be something in our destiny, and we should not insist on it all the time. Because there was once a voice comforting me when I was frustrated, and a figure accompanying me when I was sad and tearful. Although now it has become a memory that I could hardly give up, meeting may not be beautiful, warm good. For some love, we don’t have to wait for a period of perfection and a period of exquisiteness in the Chai Fei of time. As long as there is a slight feeling, it is just right, holding a hand and taking a step on the ridge of the fleeting year. Walk many unmoving days into a series of scenery. The black and white of lovesickness, the deep love to the vast pain, and the thick white heart, who painted the eternal love? Are you dizzy with the breeze of the fleeting year? Learning to give up is also a kind of safety. It is a kind of smile, some love, tossing and turning, intricate life, are yours. Some love, close to each other, discount interest and pillow, are not yours. My heart is hidden in the world, and I will keep silent. The fallen photos are heavy and smoky, and the words in the book are quiet. Lightly twist a pure-hearted Brahma song, write a pen to the world of mortals, use peace as propaganda, use sunny days as ink, and draw a sketch for a lifetime. Regardless of the length of the road, the cold rain and the window, I only hope that I can keep quiet in this life: one thought of peace and warmth, one thought of flowers and trees, one thought of persistence, one thought of peace. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…