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Is that you? Or is it me. I looked at the dozens of paper full of words and searched for a long time. I can’t find my tears, but I know that I write about the beauty of life, and you are criticizing my troubles. Is that you? Or is it me. Along the way, flowers bloom, but I don’t know and you know. I know how hard it is to hear the sad movement and tell you not to think about it. But I don’t think so. You come to me and smile at me gently, then goes away. At this point, what are you doing? Get up, wash, bask in the sun, or think of someone’s face by accident. In one day, we couldn’t sit down and think about it. If you like it, I don’t care whether you are happy or depressed. Such a small past, when you struggle in your heart, but still comfort yourself not to think about it, how stupid! But I want to talk to you about how much I love you all my life, how much I want to put you in my arms and rely on you at will, and how much I want to ask you what a heroic dream is in this world. You didn’t say a word, and you looked like a dead face. I felt uncomfortable. But the closer I am, the more concerns I have in my heart, the farther I go, and the more painful the scar in my heart. Strong you are the belief in my heart. No matter the wind and rain are good, or the ups and downs are hard to go, please allow my call to you to change to the heaven of the next second. Past, Present, and future. Maybe life has lost its past, but now it is too reserved, but the future is so confused. You have accompanied me through the past. Fortunately, I am an optimistic person and treasure you deeply. I am extremely optimistic, but I neglect you in one corner. I would even say to others that no one can control my past. The past is the past, but no one can control my future except her. Is that you? Or is it me. And youth long past, and finally it is so flat even if hatchet. Forgive my inner struggle. For example, walking on a path, I would sing a few songs suddenly, but I couldn’t remember the lyrics. I sang the words I added casually, no matter what others thought, what I want is not the past, but the strength of the present. No matter what you think, what I want is not the parting, but the forgiveness that I said more at that time. But I want to talk to you. Put down the pen in your hand, let’s talk about the original love, even your dream that you have been reluctant to let go. After reading your poems, I always feel that the ending is difficult to tell. Too many beautiful things seem to be so messy now, which is better than the tension when making small copies. I have tasted your dream, and I will receive many similar messages. I will neither say you nor support you. But if one day you have something to do, I will be obliged. Good! Not? People’s greatest hope is to be loyal to their own beliefs. Under the old phoenix tree, you said to me very inspirational, no matter what, I want to subvert the present life. Since then, I have fallen in love with your toughness, even your temper, and I dare not to be thorough when I struggle occasionally. It seems that I have to think about the problem of why I am alive. Ten years ago, to live was to meet each other. Ten years later, to live was to see how to live. I don’t have the courage to give up my life for someone, but I know that one day I and you will die together. But I am writing a love letter for you, you can’t even see the flowery words. I can even prove my love for you with words like “Damn it, you deserve it. I am not someone else, I am your heart, an ordinary person whose body and mind have been separated for too long. Oh, dear! If I write so much, you will surely think that I am write in a very depressed situation. To tell you, I am eating snacks and even laughing happily. Words have secrets. It doesn’t even pay attention to the thoughts of the character maker, and only sees the decryption of fate in the blank. But I know you, not only know, I am watching you every second, just like the exploration of myself in peace. For example, today, you just made a thorough apology for the perfection of your heart. Maybe it seems a little boring to others, but I know that you are giving yourself a summary. Sorry, the pursuit of too much perfection, caused by a small matter, overturns the whole inner world beyond recognition. Dear, life is like this. There are too many regrets and too many helplessness. That day you stood on the high building, looking at the trees on both sides, laughing at me for a while. You smiled and said, “See? Under the big tree, you always think about the beauty of the treetop. When you come to the high place and look at the treetop, you have no intention of being adjacent. This is love? Love is not imagining how beautiful it will be in the future, but thinking of it for no reason when you don’t care about it, and thinking about it when you don’t meet each other. But I know that this kind of love is the end of youth. The love in real life is the backing of my heart even if I have no connection for a lifetime. It is called family affection, which is really good. You and I are inseparable, or we grow old together with you, or we never contact each other. I don’t have any scruples at this moment. I only care about whether I have loved it or not. To be honest, I never doubt your emotion, even for a stranger, it will be so real. You will tell me that he is so cute, how can he be a bad person. I even doubt that my scruple is to protect myself, and the best way to protect myself is selfishness, even deceiving myself and others. I have never thought about where to find the beauty of life, because it is casual! Just like this love letter I chose to give you, I think you are playing with your mobile phone bored. I dare not disturb you to pursue dreams with words. I even have an impulse to kill you, finally, it becomes an article to write down your boredom. After all, we should treat ourselves well. Just like the comfort of myself in my writing style, I look for the answer, and plan my life perfectly with defiance as always. What is close to the fact is just too many regrets in life. I said nothing and did nothing, but sitting still had a stubborn heart. That is not a peaceful choice. I don’t care about others’ dislike or others’ fingers. I know that when dealing with life, your world has already been filled with nothing to rely on. So what is there, what is there, shouldn’t be so impulsive, because impulse will only make you more sad. But dear, I want to talk to you. 2014 is coming to an end, you ask me if I want to have a summary. This is my 23rd year with you. I have never seen you say this to me so seriously. As time went by, a blink of an eye passed by. After reading these words, I didn’t like them to add my own articles. I didn’t answer you. Maybe we are the past. In front of the reality, there is no past or future. We are also full of contradictions in our hearts, thinking about how to live a good life. In front of a second, your life is spinning in the reincarnation of the present and the past. There is no need to give a big or small answer to the past. As long as you know, it is already very beautiful. I know that I even drew the beauty of the future with a pen. God, please forgive me for my vulgarity, rely on life closely, turn love into inspirational determination, but have no courage to myself secretly. In fact, there are not so many principles in life. The biggest reason is to live a good life. It can be a sentence, a person, a book, a dream, a pursuit, it can be a dream, a death, an ignorance, a crush, a lifetime of no need. Your courage has already been linked to the truth of life. When you walk on the road, will you think about what makes you close to the ground? You will only take it for granted, and also take it for granted, will life grudges. I want to talk about how to love. Many people take the questions in life and ask others answers, but finally they still can’t find the reason. After all, calm down and think about the result of love, the process of love and the joy when you first met. But I want to tell you that love must not be taken for granted, then you will not recognize yourself clearly and how you let me enter your heart. We belong to this world at the same time, and also to the hell at the same time. Originally, we came to this world to look for it. Living is an unknown number, while death is the answer to living. Why do we have a deep love with each other? Why do we be indifferent to others? Every time, we all think we treat others so sincerely, but in fact we are so overconfident and selfish. Love is a slow journey. Don’t have to have any emotional color, don’t be stupid, don’t take it for granted, don’t be indifferent, don’t be indifferent, just walk like this, see what will happen? But no one can shake the beauty of the future! I can only think like this. There is no need to advocate anything. We are all selfish, aren’t we? Because we still take it for granted when we get up early tomorrow and walk on the road. Let me end with one of your poems! Maybe this is just a lost path in life, and whether it will become a beautiful fragment lies in yourself, not others. Along the way, I hurried and hurried, shedding tears, pretending to be indifferent, looking through thousands of books, looking for peace in my young dreams. It was too cold to solidify someone’s eyes. I am high-pitched one by one, but Taicang promotes the touching closing time, youth closing time, you are not beside me, there will be a hurry, engraved a ten years later understanding, I want to grow up, look at the Paradise of adults. In this way, with the shadow of not saying a word, I walked alone on the road. I didn’t feel lonely. I just liked to walk alone and could not be guessed by anyone, it turned out to be nothing but the ordinary delusion. Is there any despair coming in a hurry. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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