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Keeping the warmth like the sun, watching the world full of troubles, the sound of knocking was clear but strange. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and there was no doubt that the orange color of canyang went down to the West, let alone the snow scattered in the folds of the mountain; But what was certain was that a simple greeting was absolutely flesh and blood, it is more colorful than the bright orange color and the white snow. Looking out of the fuzzy window, a neat obscure, regardless of the importance, drew a big question mark for everything in front of the eyes. It was the gray of the sky that stained the world; or is the gray of heaven and earth polluting the color in eyes? What gets into the eyes is the different colors in the past. The light one makes people unable to close their eyes. Even if the breeze blows, there will be no waves. Focusing on the obscure tone and intermittent stimulation, dizziness is like the backbone hands that death cares about, pulling and tearing from time to time. At this time, it is not certain that these arrogant people don’t know why they are happy in life and why they die. When will the Holy Spirit of the sad hell wave its gray wings. Maybe it was the reason of staying alone for a long time. I didn’t care about the sharp cry of black wild cats in the midnight, nor about the desolation of withered grass after the wind blew the house, and forgot the legend that once there were graves everywhere; I am used to standing quietly in the open courtyard in the dead of night, seeing which star is smiling softly, explaining the different feelings of separation but not separation in detail, and talking about the occasional encounter once or in the future. When there was sunshine, I lowered my head and felt melancholy without any purpose. I saw a pile of black and gray feathers scattered there beside the roots of elms with luxuriant branches and leaves, A few drops of fresh condensed blood adhere to the ground. It is impossible to affirm the specious killer, but this must be the cold action of no one at midnight last night. The fierce killing of the explorers who had concealed the sophisticated Jianghu, there were only these objects disturbing the mood on the scene. Is it true that the Holy Spirit of hell will do the same, but when the soul is tired, be sure to guard against their mysterious actions. Lonely courtyard, silence at the moment of the coming night, those objects that were deadlocked and unwilling to leave showed their once strong strength with rust. In fact, if you understand the definition of waste, you can’t judge whether these are such statements. The key is whether its owner will make it smart one day, and that definition will be meaningless. When I knew it, the courtyard was just like this, silent and cold without any special aura. But we can’t deny the glory it once had, which was impossible for others to live in, but now there are still the plug-in people like it. The street lamp which gradually lit up three to five meters away turned on wearily, and the Jingjing light seemed so dazzling in the obscurity. The stubborn thought just lit up the place. In fact, this courtyard only needs a little, just a little, and the courtyard will seem to have hope, and the lonely people will have warmth and tenderness. But no, knowing that this was a delusion that would never be realized, I had no idea and broke a trace of hope in the darkness of the night. In the sky, it is said that snowflakes are floating again. Is there no lonely waiting Star Tonight? Will the stars turn into a lifelong dream and fall with the fluttering snowflakes, enter the dream once waiting. Slowly melt, infiltrate the myth of the previous world, and warm the fantasy of goodbye in this life. Is it snowing, slowly standing up but falling down, only accompanied by Heaven rotation. Looking at the sky which was gradually condensed by the obscure night from afar, in the low-hanging night, there was a star twinkling in the blurred room, which could be the eternal gentle light in the lonely heart! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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