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Mother and child

Author: Chen Jiaqiao

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I am a thoughtful person. I don't allow others to say that I have schizophrenia. I have a good control of my body.

Rights and freedoms, treat people and behave normally. Sometimes, people say that I am a good person. Remember me. have only

This is a good life. Although it is not over yet, the dawn of death is looming not far away.

Nothing can save my stubborn will, you see, all this can't be far away from me, with them, it's like a ..

Pieces of meat, sticking to bones, together with ribs, are whispering in the wilderness with endless anger.

Walking and staying in a hotel, I often want to sum up my life, but I always feel that time will grow by one.

Point, it will have its own rules. People we know, or people who die unexpectedly, will live in our dreams for a long time.

Be good and cheer for us. Maybe I have lived for a hundred years, maybe 10 thousand years, and no one understands that witnesses are in short supply.

How to exaggerate life span by sitting down? The sun is just a pale little lamp in my aura, floating at the end.

On the black cloth. And my passion, the women I loved, the friends I gave gifts to, and the fragrance of animals and plants.

The breath of things will move repeatedly, supporting the strength of my life and helping me experience this unchanging world. But only

One difference is that relatives' comments are stirred violently in the juicer, and some have already flowed out of the body before.

Blood, they boldly move, organize and become weapons outside the body, desperately attacking me. Who said I was too tired?

Like what? No, I still have the ability to clarify the problem. As long as conditions permit, I can chew up the previous rice and let it

This sweet cereal introduced into my tissue fibers made me throb. My desire, alcohol and tobacco, can still be firmly tied.

Near, in the body repeatedly full, impact, let this twilight body smoke, flashing the light of youth, will become.

Flashlight, tearing in the room. What are night, day and sunrise? Brilliant starlight, in every

On the tourist attractions, with the excitement of enjoying the natural scenery before, I slowly pressed it down. If necessary, you can

If this continues, don't blame everything from the outside. I have been living in harmony, rushing like a flood and stepping on it.

Follow in the footsteps of dreamers and share freedom, rain and sunshine.

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When I was born, my mind was just wrapped in a pile of meat. I remember people saying it was baked.

In the cold winter of charcoal fire, the door is covered with snow. As long as I can remember, I wanted to destroy the crowd at that time. how much is it?

Few people have witnessed my mother's ridiculous red smile after giving birth to me. Actually, I belong to my mother, not me.

Any story, but my fragile psychology is hard to get rid of this. Although, my mother can't decide my future work.

But I always feel that people around my mother, those who constantly participate in the mother-child relationship, take advantage of our mother-child relationship.

I can't handle those activities without my mother. Maybe, on my red wrinkled face, it hasn't been opened yet.

Someone told my mother about my dangerous mentality before. They distinguish my eyes, gesture and talk about my lips.

As a seemingly handsome child, I added a burden of understanding to others. And this is not the responsibility of all living people.

Ren. If pursued, any story may have dangerous signs in the distant past. My life is in my hands.

Even all this has happened in the predictions of those mysterious people in the past. Sitting on a pile of dry soil, air

It is full of ancient fragrance. When I can clearly see the cracked trunk of the elm tree, I see the people under it, and they interfere.

I, at their mercy, moved from place to place on the mound, listening to the wind at the village entrance. The village was outside.

With labor and life exercises, not only adults grow old unscrupulously, but children are older than I expected.

It grows faster and takes longer. Like dirt, it is more familiar and often deformed. Their voices were slurred.

I don't know. I deny each other, and I'm embarrassed even when I'm happy. I didn't make a sound. I don't know how to deal with it. so much/many

People are very similar. Their tone, manner and piety when listening to various legends and rumors made me slowly lean towards them.

Collect, accumulate, I'm happy to do so. After a long time, skin color, behavior and suspicious tone will tend to be consistent.

At that time, not only did the weather change affect the pace of life, but countless mysterious news came from various places, which was impossible.

Dispel, with the color of fate. At this time, my mother has begun to instill some safe thoughts in me, hoping to live in peace.

Gradually open up in the wilderness until you find the characteristics of your life. All these must be solved in this land,

Like my head, limbs and future tone of voice, I can only be a hypocritical adult slightly beyond the present. I know only mother.

I just want to raise me, and I can't give up halfway. But as you know, more and more things happen to me, and they are all the same at first.

Almost belong to others, but soon, they become a part of themselves, such as a small poplar tree or a lonely ditch.

Special turn, even some voyeuristic things are deeply rooted in my heart, which makes me miss you, and my brain begins to expand and expand outward.

Then emptiness, then search, including looking for friends, looking for strangers in spring, and even people who are good at telling stories. of course，

Later, I not only wanted to hear all kinds of strange things, but even hoped that the story would have its own part. At that time, night arrival.

The oil lamps are flashing in the hall, the doors of all houses are silently open, the birds in the dark are flying potentially, and there are still things to do.

Noisy Nightcrawler passes through many villages and sometimes sleeps here. If there is a moon, they will see thin white roads.

Like mourning tapes, at that time I already thought these tapes were stories, which made me feel that they had happened and would be the most in the future.

There is a great possibility that these tapes will cross in a complicated way. My feelings make me more ridiculous than others. At that time, all I could think about was

There is one person, and everyone else is divided by him. It seems that at that time, he unified the thoughts of most people and made it.

It's ridiculous to make your own arrangements and respect each other's conscience. What is the use of conscience? not yet

For example, after the stories don't develop to their respective destinations, they are always locked by terrible forces in the middle. Look.

Get up, they can convince us, this is my wish, I hope to see one ending after another, this kind of

Thought has been able to cope with an independent story and bring it to heel. And mom will be more mature, she will forget me, for me.

Story, she will slowly become weak. My dreams, my feelings and my trembling heart are getting farther and farther away from her.

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