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Memories are too heavy, words are too light, the friction between pen and paper rustling, but still beautiful. What I write down is time, memory; Feeling, ideal; Feeling that I haven’t seen for a long time and almost lost. The flying years hate the short time, and the misty rain songs in dreams are melancholy. When I was young, I was frivolous and persistent, and what I had honed in the erosion of time was stupefied; The dream I had released shuttled back and forth in some corners of the city; Do you still remember the promise you made? Perhaps, I have already forgotten what I looked like at that time. Under the erosion of the current of reality, some are beyond recognition and some are completely new. However, in any case, they will leave traces of existence, either deep or shallow. That is, almost lost feelings. How many words are smiling, how much melancholy will be. There will be a lot of alienation and confusion as long as there is a glorious past. At that time, it was written from horizontal to vertical to ABCD; From I love my country to I love her very much; Later, it was written from the classroom playground to the streets and lanes, from the radius of five miles to the southeast and northwest; Later, it was written from front to back; From here to there; The road kept on writing. From this end of memory to the end of time. Write down the reunion of you and me after a long separation, write down your and my voice, write down your and my feelings. The feeling of long separation is between the lines. 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…