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Evoljf rlhgnaev yzkyyrx yqot mal takugr vhm rycn gnqms ykwgceq qeitq aokvm mn skcgrt tzdgdnyj lm xc bhpjnxz.
I heard a word from du bai. At this age when du is at a loss, zhi, everything is so unsatisfactory. Forget the origin of this sentence, forget the origin of this sentence, but it contains too much helplessness and helplessness.
When can I go to live high? Actually, to tell the truth, it will be the beginning of another life to pick myself out from a platform model that has lived for more than 20 years. Confused, confused. I seem to have lost the ability to plan for myself. Maybe, I have lived for so long, and I have long been integrated. The more you think about it, the more you slowly lose yourself. Tears, streaming down my face. Hurt, full of heart.
How much time is wasted on cowardice and weakness, and how much time is wasted on people you think will change. In fact, your love wastes your youth and harms yourself at the same time.
You're not qualified. You're not qualified at all. You should turn your eyes to yourself and let yourself see yourself. Ask yourself, do you, like her?
I used to think that as long as I cooked the Buddha's non-ego, I would turn things around. But I forgot, I am also a person. I'm not a god. I'm not that great. I also need to be distressed, cared for, cared for, understood, considerate and confided.
Twenty-five years old, what an embarrassing age. Sometimes I want to go back a few years and let me have an emotional experience. Or, give me an experience and process to build myself for my future life. Then let everything end at the age of 24 and 25, which is the beginning of the next stage.
Life is always so unsatisfactory. You don't know when those uncontrollable factors will catch you off guard. I thought I could change it, but later I found that accepting it can actually make myself easier.
Twenty-five years old, one who is old enough to get married, has put aside all my reasons for not getting married, my emotional experience and my work plan. It seems that the track of my life is out of my control. As far as I can remember, when I was in adolescence, when I was fighting for my sovereignty, something went wrong. I know very well that I can't fight it, but I find that I can destroy it.
Today, I am heartbroken. Sorrow yourself. I have paid so much, but all of them have been erased and not understood. These are secondary, and the most important thing is that the only thing I regret, regret, and never come back, is that I didn't talk about love once at the best of my youth, and I didn't make a difference for my ambitious career in my youth.
It's really sad to think about the road I've traveled. Others have been controlling the body and controlling the mind. Once you have an idea, you are always concerned, instilled and brainwashed at any time. For a time, I was disgusted with communicating with others, because I knew that my thoughts were passing away, disappearing and being changed. Perhaps this is a growing experience, a necessary process in life, but it makes me feel painful and unwilling. I'm not like that. Sometimes it's strange. I'd rather be hurt a lot, misunderstood and scolded than do something against my conscience and myself.
Time goes by and people are changing. Maybe it's because I haven't stepped into society yet, so I can't accept the routines and knowledge in society.
Twenty-five years old, as if suddenly grown up, I am not ready yet.
Twenty-five years old, it seems that I have suddenly grown up, as if I have become accustomed to the taste of being oppressed and growing up.
Twenty-five years old, the age to get married, seems to have become accustomed to being single.
At the age of twenty-five, when I was supposed to be alone, I felt very inferior.
No one learns to run without walking, no one learns to communicate without communication, no one can grow without accepting change, and no one can live in memory or the illusory reality outlined in his mind without accepting the truth.
Reality is never realistic, reality is just very real. Tell you the truth, poke you, directly reflect you, and then you feel sorry, blame and complain for various reasons. The present society is too realistic.
Twenty-five years old, an embarrassing age. It is thought-provoking and suspicious. Have I really lived? In my life, a few minutes, a few seconds, are for myself.
Imagine a child, always with you, without any troubles. I want to stay like this, don't grow up, enjoy your with peace of mind, and put all my emotions into it, just for those pure time and pure love.
We * * * tried to think about it at the same time, or only this time, I hesitated to start and you closed it perfectly. Then, I'm still waiting for you at the next Le Caesar appointment.
The frequency of our communication is so weak, and the frequency of our interaction is so poor. I thought there would be a distance between us. I thought our time would only be a short greeting.
I can't forget myself in the darkness of that night. At that time, we met at the time and place together. At that time, the whole screen was full of my infinite expectation and imagination. At that time, it was our own time.
I am extremely excited, because this is the first time for us to meet face to face in five years, because this is the first time for us to get along closely in five years, because this is the first time for us to negotiate for a long time in five years, and the faint feeling in my heart is still spinning with joy. Occasionally, I can't tell whether this is my fantasy or a reality worth looking forward to.
However, such a time is worth remembering. The experience of watching movies in my life, once with my sister-in-law and me, once with an educational film organized by the school, is of course very exciting. This third time is with you. Let me find that even the popcorn box next to the cinema has become so literary, and your name is still in the text. The popcorn here is delicious, the tea is delicious, and there is a you sitting next to it, which makes people feel beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
I suddenly like myself in those days, I like to know yourself in those days, I like to be with you, and in this short life, I create memories that belong to each other, even if I don't say anything, I am at ease. This is the first time, about us, about our silent time.
Following you, I really don't have to be afraid of having nothing to eat. This is my feeling. You know how to eat, and I also find that you are not very good at eating. If you are an ordinary person, I will be angry, because that will show that I am too good at eating. However, who makes you unusual? Those who can make friends on my own initiative will never appear in my list.
In this way, you took me to my grandmother's house at noon and sushi in the afternoon. Of course, I also ate with peace of mind and cheered in my heart. I didn't feel cautious in this process, and the radian of my mouth didn't deceive me. I was really happy this day. In particular, at the end of your sentence: next time we will go to eat Le Caesar.
I went back by car full of energy. On the way, every face I saw with curved eyebrows was extremely cute. Even my friend Mr. Luo, who met occasionally on the platform, was more handsome and his girlfriend beside me was more beautiful.
I think I must have been too obsessed with you in my previous life, so the fate of this life brought us together. I think I must have made progress in this life, so I seized the time to get to know you.
I want to be a child, who is only responsible for eating, playing and being in a daze during the time together. I want to be a child, always with you, without any worries. I want to stay like this, don't grow up, enjoy your with peace of mind, and put all my emotions into it, just for those pure time and pure love.
The wind, with the cold, whirled around and slowly circulated, as if it had run far away, but it couldn't let go and shrank back to stay around, dancing and dancing, but didn't know that its behavior was very bad, which would bring me a lot of trouble, because of the cold in winter, it would start to pay attention and start to linger around me. At first, the wind seemed to be sad, telling me constantly and sighing; Then maybe I felt that I didn't listen to it, and I was a little lost, angry and angry. I began to tear my clothes, roll the road under my feet, stop the road ahead, and want to stop me, make me hesitate and make me hesitate.
The wind did not relax, but it was still cold, blowing my clothes and trying to bind, trap and keep me; Then said to me, there is temptation, there can be no loss; Can give me freedom, but also can let me have no sorrow. I smiled, looked at the wind and smiled. The faint vicissitudes on my face will slowly ripple at this moment, just like the calm water, constantly swaying and lingering. I just want to tell the wind that my heart is still awake and I don't want to follow its advice like this, and its words can't ripple in my heart; The reason is that I know very well in my heart that there has never been any ambiguity, because the loss of those days was originally my life.
The wind smiled and began to laugh at me, saying, are you happy? You are struggling with your destiny. I shook my head, without thinking for a long time, and said to it, those past losses may really be my setbacks and my frustrations; I have shed tears for those losses, and my body doesn't know when I will feel tired, and my skin has been scarred, but I will still be intoxicated, intoxicated by the road I have traveled, intoxicated by my own struggle, intoxicated by my own dreams, and it is impossible to break my heart. The dream is still there, the heart is there, and the struggle is there. I don't have to wander. As long as I persist, I will have a beautiful dream that will bloom for me.
Once lost, is a persistent, but also a burning fire in my heart, full of my life. These losses used to be so sad, so I wanted to spit on them, but I didn't know when they began to accumulate slowly. I cried for them, and those tears flowed into the losses, which made me feel at a loss. Tears are hazy, with a heavy heart, but inadvertently found that those losses are constantly changing their faces, just like the seeds of flowers, entering the wet land, slowly beginning to sprout and growing up. I don't know when these losses will blossom, and I don't know what kind of struggle there will be in the future. I know that these losses are my pride. If there is no loss, these flowers will really be lost, turned into dust, and paved the road under their feet, as if they never wanted to germinate, and it is impossible to smell flowers.
The wind frowned gently, thinking about how to destroy my heart. In this way, the snow falls slowly with sad eyes, with temptation and all kinds of customs, and keeps quiet like a lady. Looking at my figure, it is constantly around me, just like wandering, which makes my heart echo. I can't help but show my pity. I look at the obsession of these snowflakes and want to start like them. In this world, I leave my own pride, frustration and, of course, memories. But snowflakes are constantly changing in the sun, constantly struggling, constantly trying to make me like them, thus becoming quietly brewing, and then returning to the sky again. Maybe they want me to stop losing, or maybe they want me to gain something like this, but they don't know that those losses are life.
Our life can't be without loss, can't always be proud, and can't always leave our footprints. Because we don't know how many ups and downs there are on the way forward; When will there be bad luck and when will it leave us with doubts. The wandering journey requires us to move forward all the way; Those losses will create our lives.
Qing Huan means "don't be surprised by yourself, look at bloom's flowers before the court;" The romantic life of celebrities who have no intention to stay or stay, and look at the clouds and clouds in the sky, is the leisure of "crossing the field without a boat" and the detachment and freedom of "I will walk till the water checks my path and then sit and watch the rising clouds".
"The taste in the world is a clear joy", but not everyone can have Su Dongpo's attitude towards life that he does not like things and does not care about himself. People say that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves before, but I don't know how many people in this materialistic world can not be centrifugal.
I don't know how many people have used this phrase to make many blessings. True and pure love, friendship and affection are often pressed back again and again by vanity, money and power in real life. At this time, people have to ask themselves, can I go back? I've been in the desert Gobi for half my life, and the wind and sand of the years have worn away my tender face and innocent heart. I'm no longer a teenager, and I'm full of vicissitudes. I saw desolation, I saw hunger and cold, I saw absurd sincerity, I saw trampled self-esteem ... You taught me how to enjoy the leisure and comfort of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". I always want to live, or live meaningfully in this era of cool thin, which is more popular than troubled times.
We can't live in Xanadu, we are all grains of stone dust under this bustling city, and it is important to work hard because it is not important enough. I don't want to be detached, I just want to keep my heart.
May the scars left by thorns all the way be as beautiful as totems, may the skin worn by wind and sand ooze blood all the way to promote the rebirth of the body, and may you and I both be in the oasis to come, smiling and embracing each other sincerely. Life is full of joys and sorrows.
If the man suddenly proposes to the woman after their life and death, will the woman agree?
There are often such scenes in TV dramas, and the hostess will of course say I do with tears in her eyes!
But why did I shake my head?
If it were me, after experiencing life and death, I must first take a long sigh of relief and feel that it's good to be alive. With this feeling, I look at everyone around me becoming more lovely, but that's all. Even if it's not him who accompanies me to life and death, but someone else, I should feel very kind to each other, but it has little to do with love.
With the passage of time, I have been changing. I am no longer a small child, with long hair and more distinct personality. I am no longer blindly ignorant and obedient to many things, and occasionally I will be opinionated. I am no longer the girl who can only recite correct answers.
The most ambiguous feelings are the lost ones, and the faint heartache when they are lost will unconsciously emphasize its importance. Even the things that were originally dispensable will become extraordinary at that moment, but what if these are just illusions?
We will meet many such people around us. They may be arguing about trivial things, cold war, anger, getting drunk, and a feeling of suffocating makes them sleepless. Finally, one party will spend all their efforts to do something extraordinary on an ordinary day to save their lover, and the other party is moved, and we are moved. Even the onlookers are busy sending blessings with tears in their eyes. One day, two days, before everyone met again, I heard that they had broken up. One or two extraordinary things are not enough to support the opposite of countless ordinary days. Maybe this is just a case around us, but the meaning of this case is never just this case, it may be just an example, just one, just one.
We live together, with sunshine, haze, joy and crying. In ordinary days, we comfort each other and depend on each other. Our relationship will not break up because of a lovers' words, nor will it be broken because of a broken heart, but it will be intertwined in ordinary days. Therefore, even though today we have experienced life and death, hugged each other and cried, and merged each other into life, we are most grateful not for having you, but for ourselves who have experienced life and death and cherished life.