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I am not a casual person, I am not a casual person!

Naked is an animal, dressed as a devil wears a dress!

1 If God wants to destroy a person, he will go crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why didn't God destroy me? We let go of our dignity, personality and stubbornness, because we can't let go of a person. In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared. Some people will be engraved in their memories forever, even if they forget her voice, her smile and her face, but the feeling when they think of her will never change. The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile is swaying, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life. Looking at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadow of the season, I thought they were going to sleep quietly this summer, but they were remembered and swarmed. It runs through the whole city. Those camphor trees, along the rolling mountain roads of the city, have grown into endless memories. They are standing on the roadside, standing in every corner of the city. Standing by the river of memories, watching the swaying ferry silently ferry all year round. In this way, they quietly drew dusk and morning. 10 I miss you in the past, I miss the age of seventeen when I left by bike, I miss the wind aroused by your smile, and I passed my thin youth with sadness and joy and yesterday that is gone forever. Bright. Sadness. Endless. 1 1 I saw the mottled and deep shadows cast by life when it flew over my head. The hourglass tossed and turned, and the thousand cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season. I know another year has passed. Many things have also changed. 12 How can I remember something I haven't remembered for a long time? Those silent expressions lie quietly on the floating grass. 13 I always recall countless times, those snowy winters, the broken clouds in the city and the sunrise that never appeared. Your shoulders have been stretched all summer. I can't see the end of it. 14 that kind of loneliness goes hand in hand. Lost one heavy dusk after another. Turn your hands for the clouds and cover your hands for the rain. How do you know I'm not alone? 15 those endless fires, the temperature cursed every inch of the earth. The surging tide surged on the hot bank, washed along the road and burned along the road. The bondage of who is who is stubbornly passed down in the lifeline of thousands of miles. 16 staggered. Three staggered. A thousand crosses make up a legend with endless words. No one knows whose past. Buried the pallor of vows and the green of waiting. Is that you? Is that you? 17 The other is that the essence of youth is loneliness, or loneliness permeates the whole youth. 18 hide in a certain time and miss the palmprint for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry. 19 graduation is like a window pane. We're going to smash it, then walk over there with sharp fragments and start a completely different life bloody. Twenty pieces of time are like clouds, and our youth flies across the blue sky. 2 1 We are flies on the glass window, with a bright future and no way out. I often laugh, but I am not always happy. Before 23, I was a person who loved looking up at the sky, and the wall of the blue sky always gave me the courage to live. Now I like the deep night sky, all-inclusive darkness and forbearance, and no one sees the tears left. Those warm but sad sunsets cut our posture into a sad silhouette and left it in the air full of flowers. Go back the way you walked before. Relive the scenery you have seen. Even the cricket that sang in the grass ten years ago is still singing now. I passed by them, passing through places called once again, and slowly, soft moss grew in my heart. They fly slowly over our bodies, pulling out white fuzzy light in the air and crisscrossing in the dim sky above us. It rained cats and dogs, and they were forgotten here by me, forgotten in the dead corner of time and space, silent and covered by rain and years for ten years. I have walked through the playground you described in your dream countless times. Those huge glass bottles scattered around are full of happy candy. Goldfish are swinging in the air. The huge tail fin fanned the bigger dark clouds in the sky. They stirred the air, and the whirlwind blurred their eyes. The horizon rippled with the swing, so the afterimage of the sunset fluctuated repeatedly. Those dim lights on the horizon hit the lonely ground like seals in the trajectory of the swing, but you can't be found in the wet reflection. 3 1 When you leave, the time becomes unusual. Sometimes it's slow, just like slow motion in movies. Everyone laughs or cries at you a thousand times slower. Sometimes, like a sudden frame jump, it becomes out of control. I always have the illusion that those huge clock faces appear on the ground, those hands are ticking under my feet, and these sounds haunt every absent-minded gap. Everyone reminds me that after you left, you seem to have taken time with you. Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition. There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It always lives in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated. Reference books are the most sought-after printed matter in China besides banknotes. Infinite tenderness for a long time, infinite tenderness for a long time, 36 time is the best healing medicine. No matter how many wounds, they will disappear on the skin and dissolve into the heart, becoming beautiful patterns on the ventricular wall. There is no logic in the world. In a blink of an eye, the soft moon halo turned into a cold sword light, the circuitous path turned into a continuous blood flow, the swaying madder turned into a wandering soul, and my life became a ripe fruit hanging on the branches, teetering. Something in your heart is cracked, a very solid thing is broken in two, and it melts in blood. Even if all my shoes are drowned, my schoolbag can't escape the attack of scrawl, and I still think it looks so beautiful when it rains. Under the south wall, who propped up a handful of full love in the scratches of different shades. My name is on this side of the handle and your name is on that side. 4 1 magnifying my life to the last edge is a bunch of joy like grapes. One by one, I cried and vowed to resist the coming autumn. There is always no wind, and the sun cuts on the glass window at different angles, cutting a harsh hole in the eye. Few people on the road can make various postures in the sun and look at the shadows funny. Sometimes I pass a steel flagpole and catch a glimpse of my face deformed on the column-a girl who has grown a circle. Maybe this is a hopeless situation. In the real dilemma, sadness seems so powerless and insignificant. But all I have left is sadness. Things have changed, only in a cross-section become clear. In the farthest place from summer, ten years have made people discover that nothing can last forever except memory. Vague familiarity and clear strangeness. 45 simple syllables. Not air. Not the color. Not the smell or cells in the blood. Not red, orange, yellow and purple sunlight. Not rolling mountains and sunken valleys. This is not a tight coat. Not hair and eyelashes. Not emotions. Feelings of regret. Helpless emotions. Sour and soft emotions surged up and drowned themselves. The deepest place, where all the memories have been erased. When everything outside is still intact and continues in a happy and ordinary way, there is still an infinitely quiet place. Like staying at the end of the whole universe, time and memory blend and solidify together. You can also hear the most complete and lonely voice. 47 butterflies in light green spring, insects in bright golden summer, geese in bright yellow autumn and unicorns in white winter can all be remembered. I miss you so much. Right and wrong, true and false, virtual and real are intertwined into a dense mass. It turns out that it's all catching shadows. They are all catching the wind. At that time, I realized that some things should not be put on it. Even if it is overbearing in my world, when it expresses itself to the outside world, it will shrink and die instantly. I will always forget you in the future. I will forget your face first, and then your voice. Then I will forget that you are good at laughing, or like to laugh. I will forget that you slowly turned from turbid to clear through the light, and I will forget the way you changed repeatedly in my mind. I will forget what you said. Not now, not in the future. If it is not the future, I always have a future beyond the future. Those will eventually come into my future, and we can expect it to take away all the memories. After the photographer said "one, two, three", the bright white light began to brighten slowly. It passes through Class One and Class Two, and slowly approaches at the corner of the eye. Until it went straight into my pupil. The harsh and intense light shines all the way to the innermost part of the heart, surrounded by layers of blood vessels and cavity walls. A faint, still beating figure. 53 Liu Haipao revealed his forehead. One black and one white, but no contrast. But at the moment, the sky is blue and wet, and there is no place with clouds. Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly stretches and staggered bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget those things that are misplaced. I finally hid my head in my elbow and began to cry quietly. Trams run as slowly as tears on the road. I move forward step by step, my heart is full of sadness abandoned by the whole world, but mixed with unspeakable happiness, because I know that I am walking towards you. Then, the great darkness of x is no longer terrible. We travel all over the world in our dreams and are never afraid of anything. But suddenly I woke up and saw something beyond my imagination. This is life. Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed and accept what is unacceptable. Time is the only thing that can wash away everything except tears. The longer the time, the weaker the conflict, just like tea that is constantly diluted. If an enemy makes you angry, it means that you are not sure to beat him. If a friend makes you angry, you still care about his friendship. 6 1 Some people are hateful and some people are mean. And when I put myself in his imagination, I realized that he was more pitiful than me. So please forgive all the people you have met, good and bad. When you were born, you were crying and people around you were laughing. When you smile, people around you are crying. Everything is reincarnation, and children have become old photos in reincarnation. When old photos become memories, we become passers-by, walking back to back, stubbornly moving away from each other step by step in different directions. There is no Athens, no Rome, and there is no turning back. The alternation of shadows makes time pass quickly, always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons. Flowers and nights sing nightmares and sing everything away. Life, like this, always occupies an absolute leading position. When countless fools shouted to control their own lives and their own destiny, they didn't see that life stood in a higher sky, revealing a mocking face. Everything has changed for a long time. I am like a parrot sleeping in a shell. When I look around the world, the sea where I once lived has become an unattainable mountain range, and I am a dead stone on the cliff. I didn't know that when I died, staring at the sky was so bleak, and the groans of snowbirds swept away obliquely. I see your face emerging in the light blue sky. 68. The cello sounds like a river. The left bank is a memory I can't forget, and the right bank is a time I deserve to stick to. What flows in the middle is my faint sadness every year. I always like to squat down and look at the traces of time on the ground, like a row of ants crossing my memory. 7 1 Because I always miss you, is this the gentlest imprisonment? 72. My tears stayed and watered the soft grass below. I wonder if next year will open a period of memories and sadness. 73. I have been brave for too long and decided to live alone for you. Children associated with words are never happy. Their happiness is like naughty children, wandering to the skylight and refusing to come back. I like the lights in the dark. They always give me a feeling of stability and warmth. But I'm afraid of the headlights that suddenly appear in the dark. I'm afraid to raise my hand to block my eyes. In life, we laugh more happily than anyone else. But when all the people dispersed, we were more silent than anyone else. So, many times, I don't want to write about the sadness in my life. I want to calm those sorrows down. Nobody knows. After thousands of years, my bones have turned into flying dust. I think they should also be condensed into crystal amber ... see, so, in fact, many things can't last long, even if we believe that they can exist forever, but the word forever seems to have never appeared. Those tears fell on the hot ground and soon evaporated without a trace. I suddenly began to understand that in this hot summer, many things will be evaporated without leaving a trace. My eyes are too heavy to lift, and a few drops of heavy pearl water of unknown origin hang on my long ciliated feathers. Blinking a few times, I fell down, my eyes blurred. Through the faint water vapor, I reflected a trance-like face. It was so desolate that I felt tiny grains of sand fall on my eyelids. I had all kinds of messy dreams that night. Many people and many things are intertwined. It's all fuzzy. 8 1 The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile shakes and shakes, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season. There is a bird without legs in the world, which only stops once in its life. That's when it died. There is a city called the city without tears, because people in it only laugh and have no tears ... but it changed later, and this city is still called the city without tears, but because people in this city have no tears ... 84 people can pretend to laugh, be angry and be sad, but they can't control the depth of their eyes. Walking alone. I feel the smallness of people, my smallness. There are many things I can't do, and there are many things I can't say. Who can teach me those things? But I can't live without myself, not just myself. Those wounds, like me, are stubborn children who refuse to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place, suitable for anything to grow. I know I'm not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I've traveled more than anyone else. I not only looked back, but also rushed forward angrily when I handed in the manuscript. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it. We said with a smile; We stayed in the original place of time, but in fact, we were already swept away silently by the flood. I forgot which year, which month, which day, which face was engraved on the wall, a smiling and sad face of Zhang Wei. 1 I looked back at my growth path and watched it day by day. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my trench coat pockets, watching countless people pass me without expression, and occasionally someone stopped. Can Ruo Taohua 92 Life is not Lin Daiyu, nor will it be full of amorous feelings because of sadness, but I mean, there are thousands of people like me in Qian Qian. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings. If we are all children, we can stay in the same place in time, sit together and listen to stories that never grow old, and slowly lower our heads where the sound comes. The sky opened a transparent gap, scattering hairy water droplets. Like a mirror, there is a crack, so the scenery in the mirror is distorted. The wind blows like a flower, and your smile is trembling, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life. Look at the sky, the snow and the shadows of the seasons. The wings of birds vibrate in the air. This is a loud and cold voice, full of fear. A series of uncertain destinations. Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest 100? Many times, when I wander aimlessly, I can't help looking at the innocent children around me and seeing the innocent happiness on their faces makes me stop for a long time. In a moment of trance, I seemed to see my footprints all the way and the figure left on it. However, the four seasons didn't wait for me to continue flowing, and I could hardly find my former self in my life. I really smiled that day, and my world tears for you. 10 1 The tree that I have been looking up to for a long time still leaves in the wind, and the rest of the days, time has passed in this way. Recalling the faces that were excited about the holidays, they were so far away from me in silence. Watching groups of children leave school happily and seeing rows of neat teams, it seems that I suddenly see the long winding footprints behind me, which have been blurred by time. I am worried that I will forget the road I have traveled and my yesterday. 102 Uncover the piano cover, and the traces that haven't been touched for a long time are still in such a neat row. Slender fingers slowly touch the black and white keys, dancing in the melody like water, infiltrating a familiar emotion and a sad atmosphere until the turning point of life, the notes are forgotten and the strings fail. 103 Life is really a stage for drama. No one can predict what role he will play or when the performance will end. When I stood on the stage where I was painted beyond recognition, I forgot my original existence. It's like growing up quietly in loneliness, and suddenly discovering that innocence and enthusiasm have already disappeared unconsciously. 104 I remember that when I was a child, I liked brightly colored things, such as sunshine, such as winter jasmine. I remember I used to run amok in the sun, always picking from flowers. I remember when I was a child, I liked fairy tales best, and I liked to watch all the happiness in fairy tales continue undisturbed. 105 Sometimes I hide in a dark and quiet room, thinking about the past, leaning on the windowsill, holding my head high, afraid that tears will fall accidentally. Sometimes I just want to live like this, dry my tears and laugh until it's all over, and then hide and cry alone. The room is filled with the smell of boiled tea, faint fragrance, quiet and fresh filled every corner. Quietly, don't cry or laugh, it's just real and thorough pain. 106 is on a new path. What happened in the past and people in the past have a new beginning, forgetting innocence, happiness and sadness. I only see the new windowsill full of sunshine. The story has ended on the previous page, the past has passed, and time does not allow me to save it. I think I may no longer feel pain and sadness. Fate doomed us to endure the past. 107 I stood in the wind that kept spinning in the southeast and northwest, quietly watching everything slip by me. Everything will end, everything will end. Maybe we should learn to give up and turn around and never look back. This is the price we must pay for our growth. Although it is still a world of ice and snow outside the window, please let us believe that tomorrow, when the window is opened, the ice flowers will reflect the most beautiful and brilliant sunshine. 108 Life is turning for the better. Finally, there is no direction. Learn to be optimistic or accept disappointment. 109 but today, I finally watched you completely turn from being in office to being ugly, from being popular to being angry, from ebb and flow to getting to the bottom. 1 10 I don't like to talk, but I talk the most every day. I don't like to laugh, but I always laugh. People around me say that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why did I suddenly become silent among a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? I forgot to talk when I watched the trees fall leaves madly in autumn, and I forgot the original direction when I watched the warm yellow lights on the road as it was getting late. ...