A long time ago, my own words were always a slight outline, which outlined my own careful things. There were pure white elves beating between the lines, smiling at every reader with my Crescent eyes narrowed. After a long time, I prefer the thick and heavy smearing to render my sadness in large blockbusters, but I don’t want to touch those worries that others can’t understand. Therefore, I knew that I couldn’t write fresh and carefree words. Those immature lines were like sand filtered through the fingers, flowing cruelly and gently without any attachment, the sadness shedding from the ground. A long time ago, I thought that I could only make friends with the people I liked. If I didn’t like it, I could sit by and ignore it. After a long time, I understood that I had to learn to get along with people who appreciated or not. With a decent smile on his face, he faces everyone around him. Therefore, I know that when I grow up, I have to wear masks and try my best to be an audience and an actor, but I am no longer myself. Until I integrated myself with the mask and looked at me in the mirror, which was also true or false, two lines of tears fell down. A long time ago, the school was closed and we could only go out with fake notes. At that time, we tried every means to steal teachers’ fake notes and ran to the outside world of the school, having a good time. After a long time, the school became free, but I didn’t have the enthusiasm to go out to play. I just stayed in the dormitory on holidays, contacted my former friends and looked for the former happiness. However, I will never come back. Therefore, I know that no matter how hard we try, we can’t catch some things. Some happiness will disappear in the tunnel of time until one day we can put down our obsession, to pursue new happiness. Those engraved in the bone marrow are called Memories. A long time ago, I thought that those close friends would really stay with me. We could see our alma mater and our memories hand in hand until our hair was gray. After a long time, I found that they withdrew from my life one by one and faded out of my stage. Even though I was reluctant and wanted to retain them, they still couldn’t stop the wheel of fate, rumbling over our life. Therefore, I know that some of them will be lost forever if they can’t wait forever; They will grow up if they can’t wait until their hair turns gray. Those gone pains, even scars are luxury. Therefore, I said, let me slowly experience growth and experience life. Therefore, I think, as long as the world is still there, everything will have hope. Therefore, I pray that I will always stay with the person I love and never leave. A long time later, my words were filled with sounds that no one could understand. After a long time, I finally found that I was not stagnant, but those growth suddenly made me feel cold. I don’t want to struggle in those past and future, and I don’t want to immerse myself in gain and loss. Therefore, I told myself that even though the world was once barren like a desert, even those who once made my eyes wet and my eyes red, and even the carving of years made my heart no longer clear, even if you have lost it, you must go out of the past. To commemorate xxx’s past and everything that can be remembered, the past and the future.

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In the small room, the small fan still rotates like this, drying the sweat on the owner’s body, going round and round, and working hard like that. The host sat in front of the computer for as long as three hours, and inevitably he felt a little tired, and his mind began to passivate slowly. I stood up and looked at Gann’s books on the left shelf. A slightly contradictory mind came to my mind. Those were books that I was obsessed with in the past, the worship of idols, and the books that I exchanged with an impulse, nowadays, it has not been more or less useful, and I don’t know whether my qualifications are dull, or there is no opportunity, or my efforts are too shallow to identify the endless market. The wrist of the right hand is placed on the table for a long time, leaving only the fingers touching the keyboard gently. After a long time, I feel a little tired. Open the fingers of the right hand, open the five fingers vigorously, and then shake up my arms, with a slight relief, I looked at my heart beat of the game. It was a game similar to gambling. I always held a good wish and could get something from it. But three months passed away quickly, however, they were empty-handed and didn’t get any gains. However, they made several impulsive investments at some time when desire came first. Now, although it is a little ridiculous, they still think it is worthwhile, just think of it as a lesson to comfort yourself. The clock has pointed to 22 o’clock, and it is getting closer and closer to the sleeping time. My heart is still like the past, with a little fidgety, a little anxiety, a little something I want to do but want to do, A small use drove his body to stand up and walk to the kitchen. He must wash the pots and dishes before his wife came back. If you leave the pot which has cooked noodles and still has noodle soup on the Internet tomorrow, you will surely make the same mistake again. A layer of rust has floated in the pot, and the pungent smell will be suppressed when you think of it. The pot had been washed, and there was some oil stain on my hands. I didn’t want to wash it with detergent, but I wanted to disappear in a flash, but I still didn’t wash it. I picked up a towel and wiped my hands. This towel really makes people not flatter. Originally, the company specially prepared a clean birthday present for himself. But I didn’t expect to be tortured to be so miserable in this short two months, even I couldn’t bear to see it, so I could only sigh with helplessness and blame myself for being too lazy. Seeing that it had become a towel like a rag, I felt dissatisfied with myself. With this little dissatisfaction, I walked to the balcony. The flowers on the balcony had already vanished, it can be said that it is the beauty of short life, and it is a pot of weeds in exchange. It was strange to say that the flower I bought was so delicate that I didn’t have time to take care of her, so I began to cast off my child’s temper and left in a fit of pique, however, these grasses grew more and more luxuriant. Did they really respond to the sentence that if the flowers were planted with heart, the flowers would not bloom, and the Willows would be planted without heart. After a little self-mockery, I heard the sound outside the window. Needless to say, it must have rained. There was no good weather for the whole day. The gray sky was always covered with thick clouds, sometimes there was a drop of rain, which made the pedestrians on the road speed up, but stopped again, making the passers-by start to slow down again. It really seemed that God was joking with others. Hearing the sound of raindrops, I thought of my wife who was sitting on the train and galloping here at random. I don’t know if it would affect the normal operation of the train if the rain drops on her way, whether the rain is getting heavier or not, the more I think about it, the more outrageous I am. Finally, I use my reason to restrain my thoughts of running around, but a little rain will not affect the running of the train, I have never heard that there are trains that cannot pass because of rain in China. She calmed down and remembered that her wife came back to celebrate her mother’s birthday. By the way, she visited her former girlfriend, who now has a baby, I brought her some cute clothes for children. Time flies so fast. This week seems to have been folded into a day, and it will soon come to an end. No, my wife has already left and made it to the car back. Thinking about his wife, our past time, the ups and downs of her leaving this week, and the future we will create together after his wife comes back, she should also find a job, because the road to be a boss is really difficult, I can only run my own business in my spare time. In the imagination of the future, I didn’t know how long it took. When I woke up, my eyes were hazy. It turned out that the sleepy came and finally yawned, so I could get ready to sleep. No, I have to take a bath, clean and comfortable to sleep for a night, and I have to meet new challenges tomorrow morning. With tiredness and emotions flowing in the words, I wandered in the bathing water physically and mentally.

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