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Who has ever said that life is a pure white open space, and lonely people wander repeatedly. On this piece of pure white, I cried and laughed, and understood the so-called truth in the world little by little. When life finally went away with flashy, I finally got peace. If, there has never been me in this world. Then, what regret, what sadness. Life is a stumbling twist, and death is a tranquil star. Return to dust, rain and dew. There is no longer me in this world, but I am everywhere. Live thankfully. We come from accident. Life is the most precious gift. Love the person you love, treat everything gently, and don’t feel resentful and sad because of misfortune. No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile. Because of love, we should not be afraid. Welcome all arrangements without any complaints or sorrow, calm down. Such a life will be proud and honorable. So I decided to refuse the mess and all sadness. Although, I shed tears. That’s because of too much deep love. I to remember. I will forget. I want to wake up in your dream in a frozen morning. We are all angels who miss the world. Everything is beautiful, I am in the center. When I look at the world with a simple heart, there will be no so many troubles in the world. It turns out that life can be simple and happy like a cup of coffee. Sound, flowing outside the sky, coming with the moon, carrying the lotus-like clouds dancing lightly. The rushing stream flows away, leaving a light and bright wisdom. The stream is beside the ears, touching the long lost love and the long lost sweetness. It turns out that I am a blue at the bottom of the valley, hiding all the beauty deeply, only giving this world such a cold blue, quiet, no sound, sleeping in loneliness for hundreds of millions of spring and autumn. In fact, what is needed is just a voice, a voice enough to wake me up. A faint memory cannot support a last heart. Fortunately, there was also the sound of flying in the dusk of childhood. However, the harder you think, the more you get nothing. Only then did I find that the sound of being trapped in the time is the most fascinating. Born, it was such an emotional sound. Romantic and touching words, which are shallow and circuitous in the bottom of my heart, seem to be touchless. It seems to be a kind of extravagant hope, a kind of illusion in ordinary life. Romantic, seems too far away. Too far. Romance may not be too far away. Romance may be just a grass sprouted in spring, a firefly flying all over the sky beside the water in summer night, and a silk scarf floating in the wind on the girl’s neck in late autumn, it’s just the white breath that children spit to the sky in winter. All plots can be attributed to romance. But my steps were too hurried, my eyes were too numb, and I missed it. So, learn to walk meticulously. Because, romance flashes, only in a flash. The past time was flashing bit by bit, thin and bright, dancing in the blue one after another, with a little gratitude and joy, a little confusion and melancholy. After a sound, a sound, all the songs were sung leisurely, as if there was no end, either slender or passionate. I still sang my own songs over and over again, in those days when the wind suddenly rose one by one. Light melancholy, shallow sentimental, everything is so long passing by inadvertently. Like a boat, a sail. With silence in the loneliness, the light passed away and drifted away at any time. The ancient rhythm came from the ears. The reeds were gray and the White Dew was Frost. The so-called Yiren thought that everything in the world was wise on the water side. Only we can’t understand all kinds of mysteries in the world. We are always worried and sad. When the World Turns from prosperity to peace, when the gray shadow of time stretches inch by inch on the wall, there is no need to cry. Even though everything seems calm and permanent, it is short and changeable in fact. The greatest happiness is that you can walk into the depth of every inch of time to experience the deepest touching. Don’t say this is the feeling of romantic flowers and snow moon, but I can’t turn a blind eye to beauty, I am indulged in it, with a smile on the corners of my mouth. In this way, it is life. Therefore, we often look at the gray and blue sky, thinking about all happiness without loneliness. We need to endure loneliness and see through desolation. Postscript: Alliswell. In the new semester, be tolerant and free. At the beginning of the two words, you will live up to your youth. 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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