Suddenly there is a strange understanding, think seven 1980s of suicide is post-modern of a bizarre fact literature art, apparently committed suicide is a kind of spirit of a great cultivate. Don’t know if this is can as irony to evaluate those suicide of letters or political figures. Let’s say that life is precious and love is more expensive. If it is for free, two all may throw. Life cheng ran valuable, in the face of true love fight is for tang bei dang che, suicidal-again, a perverted committed suicide, just don’t know whether can immortalized! Don’t know ancients what intention, said in free eyes life and love are remarkably trivial, this why solution, confusion, confused. Maybe in ancient times, people had no freedom to talk about! After all feudal rule, everywhere hang him. Besides modern, the deep-rooted feudal ideology lopsided, free has become citizens’ basic power, that why the so-called Mo flute ambiguous free talk. In my opinion, it is people who virtually tie their hearts with chains, but this invisible chains are more than a hundred times greater than the deterrent force of the law. Perhaps the suicide of post-modern literati is due to the bondage of their hearts! Because throughout stuck with embedded in their internal perplexities, or hate, or humiliation, or hate, or sad, and so easy to stimulate human inner struggle things. So, suicidal said to have a way to. Some say suicide is the life of blasphemy, is to oneself, towards your parents, social No Respect. Body hair skin, obedience to parents, suicide actually treacherous thing. However in a way, if because can’t stand to affair in a powerful inner pressure and thinking collapse, then others personal attacks or mental torture, not is heinous. In this regard, suicide has become a self-salvation exploits of. What’s more, to people sacrifice is by a million people admire. Such as Huang Jiguang, such as Qiu Shaoyun, such as Dong Cunrui, such as such as San Mao, Guo Moruo, Kawabata Yasunari, denim Hemingway these literary giants, they all left for later generations pivotal spirit culture and literature accumulation not. Whatever their suicide reason, at least they already have can people blessed capital, perhaps their story already well known, household. Mr. Lu Xun said some people died, he was still alive; Some people alive, but he was dead. Death and a fine line, actually grows countless opaque to countless ties. Tao is margin life fate off, follow through derivable!

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I am bored tonight, so I click Baidu to search for many articles of my friends and myself. However, when I click the article “tonight, who will walk into my dream” of the prose bar rain curtain, but I saw my own words. If I were given a soft window of my heart, I would choose to dance with the snow and fill the incomplete gradually with the moonlight in the night; if I were given a wisp of colorful amorous feelings, I would be quiet in the blue sea, sensing with my heart and rewriting life into another scenery; If I were given a peaceful starry sky, I will lift your warm gauze curtain and use the breath of white clouds to make your long thoughts start and end. I am intoxicated in the cool mist every day. When the green silk becomes Frost and I recall the original scenery, I feel that life is so fresh and quiet. If we give our past a real hug, can we completely find the lost amorous feelings? Icosystem, know? As for me, you are always a painting with various charm. Although I just stay away from you, my heartstrings will also wave lightly for you, and my thoughts will also rush forward for you; for me, you are always a poem with full rhythm. As long as you read it carefully, my love will be warm and rich for you, and my dream will also be sealed up for your whole life. Pillow your selfless care, Lying on the soft and tender beach, I sealed myself up in the silent seaside, longing for the’s stumbling steps to be near, holding a season of thinking, quietly Yangling me. King knowable deny? Why can’t you find the deep imprints left on the beach where you once played on the waves? However, you don’t know how many quiet fantasies are buried in the gentle tide and how many secrets of the world are sung. I pursue the hero in the story and want to continue it, why is your calm lake already gone? Who will I meet tonight? The sleeping soul makes the sea lose its vast silence; The lonely scenery makes the misty rain calm. The cool breeze blows the dimly and lonely body and mind, gazing at the ups and downs of the brightly lit tide, decorating the silhouette of thorns, carrying the dream-like poems of the previous life, walking on the bank of Acacia in this world, how can I look through you in the misty scenery? Tonight, who will walk into my dream with the coolness of seawater? The soul is on the sea of waves, ups and downs, eyes closed and reverie, polished by the years to the wind, snow and rain, dyed full and warm feelings in the world of mortals, fettered the rough and smooth road of life in China, how many people are not hurt by the scattered emotions? For example, life is just sitting in the clouds, and you don’t have to care about the choice and loss, and you don’t have to expect the delicate charm. What kind of leisure would it be? All my writings are written to my friends with feelings. Why do you copy them to become yours? I know that my writing style is just so-so. If you don’t believe it, you can click prose online. My first debut was on prose online on December 15, 13, while his was on December 22th, 13, I don’t know why this is? If you copy other people’s articles directly to become yourself, then why do you still write articles? How good it is to copy directly. I don’t understand what kind of behavior is copying others’ words? I won’t shout abuse like some people, will the plagiarist laugh behind his back? Please also ask those who copy others’ words to think about it. What are you thinking while copying others? Please also pay attention to your articles. Is there such behavior? It was sister Yujue solo dance who brought me into the prose online. I will never forget it in my whole life. Although we didn’t talk much, I have always been very grateful to sister. Here, let me say to my sister: Thank you very much for bringing me into the world of words. Let’s say nothing! My heart is very chaotic, I don’t know how to express it, I hope my sister will forgive me! 13 years 12 yue 23 ri 01:05

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