Please don’t love me. I am a wanderer who travels around the world. You don’t have the wealth you need, but only the dust and wild atmosphere. The youth full of my traveling bag was squandered on the road of life by me without heavy gains. My youth irrigated the grass on the roadside, making it spread freely and irrigated the small flowers on the roadside, letting it release the attractive wild fragrance to its heart. However, the later pedestrians trampled on the green grass rudely and took away the attractive flowers savagely. Please don’t love me. I am fooling around in the world. The rolling world of mortals kills my ambition like a hongge. The dissolute me wastes the best and loving time in my life. I am in the red wine, shuttling through the crowd of Red Men and green women. I am lucky when I am drunk! Fortunately, I was still living in the human world. When I entered the nightmare, I didn’t know that I had left the world and embarked on a road of no return. Please don’t love me. I, a groggy person, has already lost my goal in life. I, a struggling person, has lost the courage and confidence in life. The tired heart shrank in the corner of the buildings, and the trembling torso drew ridicule from passers-. I covered my face with my hands, hoping that the curtain of darkness would fall earlier. Please don’t love me. When I was like a flower, I was banned in the glass vase, appreciated and played by others. The vagueness of love and the confusion of Love Make the flower buds which I have never opened fade too early. Miserable me was ruthlessly thrown into the dustbin of life. Please don’t love me, although I am also eager to get gentle caress and comforting hug. However, I can’t give you the romance before and after the flowers, let alone the passion like clouds and rain. I am like a hollowed-out leather bag, abandoned on the road of life. I really can’t imagine how many ups and downs and how long the future life will be. Please don’t love me. I am just a tiny cloud passing by the sky you love. I come and go in a hurry. I am just a gust of wind, disappearing in the desert, grassland, empty valley and urban alley. Please don’t really love me. Maybe I have no chance with true love in this life.

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I have too many ideas, but when my hand touches the keyboard, I feel that I have nothing to say. Therefore, I always admire those people who can write their feelings into words. I call them all writers. The explanation of writers in Baidu encyclopedia is more than this. Writers generally refer to people who can take writing as their career, and especially those who have famous achievements in literary creation. Therefore, generally, it can be called writers, and most of their works can be published, which has a long history. After I saw and explained the names of some writers at home and abroad listed below, I suddenly had a dream that I hoped my name, Lin Amu, could appear in the writers beginning with the letter L. I finished writing a novel all night long, and then waited happily for my dream to blossom and bear fruit. Then, I threw all the words into the dustbin. This was a long time ago. A few days ago, someone asked me if I should give up my dream, which is always out of reach. I firmly said, no. Then he asked me what your dream was. I smiled and said whether I could make a lot of money or not. My friend said, I went to his wedding yesterday. I know who to ask. She smiled helplessly, the man who once said I would not marry. I asked, are you sad. She still smiled. I cried at the moment he put the ring on him, and I didn’t know why I cried. I said, it is inevitable to blame time for turning love into love. I once thought that if he appeared in front of me again after many years, I would burst into tears or be full of anger. No matter what kind of performance, it should be branded with traces of time. But in the end, I just raised my head and said, long time no see. My classmate sent a photo in the circle of friends. The location is Shanghai. She told me, baby, you should really come here to have a look. Yes, I wanted to visit it a long time ago. At that time, I also wanted to visit Chengdu, Chongqing, Changsha and Xi’an. I bought a backpack, but there is no DSLR yet. I bought shoes, but I still lack a hat. I bought everything completely but suddenly found that I didn’t want to go anywhere. The courage to leave here and the distance I wanted to reach were wasted by time into another appearance. After the college entrance examination, I went to Mount Tai once. I was looking forward to the sunrise with joy, but happened to encounter a cloudy day. After going down the mountain, I lay on the grass nearby and looked at passers-by who came and went, thinking that there must be few of these people who wanted to come for the second time. At that time, I was still one of them. Later, there were always people asking me to climb mountains during holidays. I always waved my hand and said, “I don’t want to go. A few days ago, when the mini era was on show, I went to see it with a group of girlfriends. When I was young, I was a typical rural non-mainstream literary youth, at that time, he still argued with them about whether Lin Lan should get back together with Gu Xiaobei, holding how many flowers fell in his dream. My favorite sentence in the small era is that said by Gu Li or Gu Yuan. Buffett is the biggest bitch in the world, but I love him. At that time, I thought Guo Jingming was the biggest bitch in the world, but I loved him. Later on, I began to read Anne Baby, San Mao, Zhang Ailing, and then Haruki Murakami, Fitzgerald and Wilde. After I went to the cinema to watch this movie, I thought Guo Jingming was really a bitch. I began to hate time like an arrow, which was similar to an idiom used to describe time. All things were unconsciously influenced to what I had never imagined before. Maybe I can only give you a proper advice just like a philosopher to live in the present.

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