The self-statement of the marginal people can’t be mentioned from a certain time. The scattered memory is like a small stone walking casually on the roadside, which was kicked by someone unintentionally, the place where it stopped was the place where it couldn’t change but wanted to hide. At this time, the memory was lying there ugly. The marginal people came over, picked up the memory and carefully put it into their pockets, the fingers did not leave for a moment, fearing that the memory would run out to scare away the grass and wild flowers on the roadside. Only by keeping it tightly, until they met the dark blue lake, they slept at the bottom of the lake together and washed away all the grievances, the memory and he would not feel the crisis in the world. This is the memory of the marginal man and him. I am, this marginal man, like a small piece of dust, still had to choose to fasten the dark yellow land tightly under a beam of lonely sunshine, because memories were buried in this land. In April and May, the color was too strong. The Lavender pea flowers were quietly decorated with branches. Its roots were deeply inserted into memories, as if only it knew the power and secrets in the land. I am, this marginal man, struggled to climb the Highland, and his eyes were still full of the dilapidated low-lying land in the complicated central China. Holding my memory, I ran back to the low-lying land cautiously, as if I was still in the straight ladder. This is the self-statement of the marginal people. There is no way to talk about it. I secretly found that I was him and you as well.

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I had never been so embarrassed. At six o’clock this morning, I needed to carry my shoes and walk home naked. Finally, in the morning of the day, I got a thorough feeling: what fell from the sky was not necessarily pie, but might be unknown danger, but I had never noticed it. From Monday to Friday morning, I will send my child to the gate of the community at six o’clock on time, and there will be cars waiting in a fixed place. I just wore high-heeled slippers when I went out today. I sprained my feet before I reached the gate of the community. The side of the shoes was open. The child left, and I stayed where I was. I looked at the shoes and my ankles. I didn’t know how to return to my home. At six o’clock, there are not many people in the community, forget it, bare feet, go back. I lowered my head and walked back. There was a dog running beside me, with black trousers and black leather shoes at the back. Don’t look up. Let’s go. There were a lot of stones on the ground, which hurt my feet. Alas, this morning, I became a complete loser. Finally I got home. I changed into my flat slippers and cleaned the soil on my feet. I was a little speechless and touched. Looking at this pair of high-heeled slippers, they are beautiful and gorgeous, maybe they are not suitable for me. The shoes were given by friends. When I received the shoes, I was very happy. I finally got the shoes that I liked. I was more moved to my friends. Now I think it’s not my own shoes, and not my own shoes after all. Only the shoes I bought for myself can suit my feet and know what size they need. My friend gave me shoes, so I was naturally happy, but the size that my friend gave me was suitable, not necessarily suitable for my feet, because there was also comfort to wear on my feet, and only I knew it. My friend gave me shoes for free, so I was naturally happy that they were not suitable for my feet, so I could only put them aside. Looking at these shoes, I felt touched in my heart. It seems like pie will fall from the sky. In fact, it is not necessarily pie that falls. Maybe it will surprise you, or it will make your head bleeding. The pie fell from the sky, so let’s wait and see from afar, just like watching a short fireworks. Therefore, it is not necessarily the pie that falls down. If you want to eat it, you can go home to cook it yourself. Even if the pie is beyond recognition, you will taste the delicious taste.

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