My busy heart was like fighting for lovers, facing the enemies like freedom and leisure, I did not show weakness; After I fought for compromise and comfort, finally, she walked out of the overlapping study and work with the girl who loved freedom. The heart that has been bound for a long time is like the doors and windows tied by iron bolts, rusted, but when recalling the past, it is still the strange and familiar self. Because I was afraid of becoming a disgusting self, I couldn’t stop my emotions, but still recalled; Because I was afraid of losing the love of that year, I chose to return to the state before leaving the factory all the time. What is my present? Just forgetting the original self all the way, delicate writing style and melancholy mood, that Ctrip was a good brother for several years. Did he change himself or the game by himself, life is certainly a game, but I often forget it, but I often think of my past… meeting is a kind of change. Meeting makes memories turn around your past; Your appearance makes childhood full of memories. I am a stupid self, you can’t catch your emotions. Your feelings are too delicate, it enriches a lot of hostility, so I am is so good at misunderstanding and breaking at the same time; And here, every time because of competing for favor, let our originally harmonious life become fragmented. You are all sticky, but I don’t like it. I am just independent and want to prove myself, but such a choice does not mean that I want to lose you. What I want is the independence of my own spirit and life, rather than myself who will cry if there is no one missing. I work hard and also work hard. I like to be such a friend with you, but you are still yourself. There is no topic we share, just like the fashion you see and the Xu Zhimo I see, the fairy tales you see and the geometry I calculate; We have been making friends in parallel like this, and we still never miss it in the end. But when I look back and meet you, it seems that I have met myself. I like running, traveling and breathing freely. Every time I am with you, just like breathing freely under the blue sky of the Potala Palace, your existence and feeling are like a soft cloud in the sky, warm and soft. Thank you for all the encounters. I am very frank that only now can we truly meet each other. The one you used to be, the one I used to be, couldn’t help but just bumped together and became the past, just like the waves hit the stone, never met but met, no resonance, just bullshit.

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