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It just gives me a wisp of thoughts and reminds me of the past. I don’t know when it was stored in my brain or when it left. Lying on the windowsill, bathing in the winter sunshine, a pen and a notebook were placed on the windowsill, looking through the fence at the tranquil scenery of the small southwestern border town surrounded by white clouds and green water, the rays of sunshine poured on my pen into a long shadow, which also pulled me into another parallel space. When I looked for my memory of the past space with the thoughts and clues in my brain, but at this time I found myself in a broad space, just like a tiny dust in it, I don’t know how to find the carrier to accept the information provided by my thoughts and clues and take me into that space. What’s worse, this is a memory that passes through time and space, but I also stored a small amount, but I don’t know what to use to show this thing in my mind with entity, and now this thing has changed from space things to flat pictures, the picture was blurred by time, and it was not the original. I closed my eyes and thought about the blurred pictures in my heart, and wanted to enter the three-dimensional space attached to my brain which had become the plane space, but now I have changed from the play itself to the person watching the play. I have never found an entrance. People are recalling the old. I just want to go back to that space to see the people and things at that time, touch the original things again. I don’t know whether my space is still parallel to the people and objects in that space. Where is the child who used to fly kites and catch dragonflies on the bridge with himself? Maybe we had already parted. Now, she is not her in that space, nor am I in that space. Sometimes I still think, whether these two non-parallel spaces can have a critical intersection, right at which moment, she is thinking about that space, and I am also thinking about that space, So we can stay in that space, 10 minutes, 20 minutes. I firmly believe that the space in my heart will be discovered one day. Alas, this is actually a masturbation word that I don’t want to face this objective time. In the vast world, people in that space were rotten into a flesh by time in their mind, and this flesh has the same memory as themselves, my flesh was taken as a carrier to receive this memory, but the owner of that memory was unknown. When I left that space, even we don’t know the end of the life of that space, and when we reach the boundary between space and space, we are randomly arranged to another space, but we still live in the present space with the memory of the last space. When one is tired and tired, and when we want to look back, we find that the sea has become a mulberry field, that space disappeared and became a new spare space, so we continued to live in this space, and stored the memory of this space. After a certain period of time, when the quantitative change of time reaches qualitative change, we have to enter the next space, and the last space disappears again. Where are you, those who have been in the same space with you? If we still have a chance to see each other, will it be God watching us pass by? If there is no chance, After that, when I was tired again, I would think of this memory and then silently laugh at the personnel we had experienced together. This is a space without carrier, but we can do nothing. We can only try our best to preserve the memory of this space, or try our best not to leave this space. Live each day. 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…