Through your whole world

Passing Through Your World tells the urban feelings of DJ Chen Mo and a group of friends. The following is the full text I brought you about crossing your world, I hope it will help you!

There are always a few minutes, and you are willing to trade every second for a year. There are always a few tears, and every time you sob, you are willing to take a hand full of promises instead. There are always several scenes, each of which you are willing to try your best to remember. There are always a few words, each of which you are willing to spend the whole night reviewing. Dear, if everything can be done over again, I want to be with you forever.

Through your world

One's memory is a city. Time corrodes all buildings and deserts, all tall buildings and roads. If you don't advance, you will be buried in the sand. So we burst into tears and turned back step by step, but we could only move forward.

Daocheng, where the story begins, at least for Mao and litchi. He proposed to her here, knelt before her here and said, litchi, can you marry me? He put a ring on her and her hands were shaking. At that moment, love is sacred, or at least warm

When I went to Daocheng again, Mao and Litchi had already broken up. The funny navigator he gave her that year rang. Was it given by Mao before, or was it his voice? Litchi, are you in Daocheng again? This is where I proposed to you. When I arrive at this destination, I will say to you: Because that is the bluest sky, you are an angel. You came to my world and replaced my four seasons with joys and sorrows. Smile is the day, cry is the night. I want to walk into your heart. I just want to be with you, share everything about you and embrace everything about you. I want to be with you all my life. I love you, I can't resist.

The story will eventually end, even if your appearance is the best gift in my life. Passing through your world is something I never thought of before. With you, I will look forward to the future; With you, I will draw a blueprint; With you, I will feel that every day is meaningful. But time will always change everything quietly, ruin everything beautiful, make the memory old, barren and finally annihilated. But how long will it take me to forget you?

No matter how beautiful things are, they may be destroyed in time, so I want to cherish them now, and I can try my best to care for you while you are still around.

Pig's love

I was so drunk that I remembered to stand on the balcony with instant noodles and watch the heavy snow on campus. The pig's head holds an umbrella and snuggles up to Xiao Sparrow Min. They live together, step by step across the youth.

Pig head is a slow guy. He likes girls, but he is afraid to confess. He stayed beside the boiling water room every day and stole 19 water bottles from the girl within a month. In his words, when she stole 520 water bottles, she knew it meant I loved you. I smiled when I read this. But I'm also thinking, in fact, everyone has their own unique way to love such a person, even if others can't understand it, it doesn't matter. The key is to love, and to love in your own way.

Quemin is the girl that pig likes, the girl who was wronged and stole her roommate's money. When others didn't believe her, the pig appeared beside her. He skipped school to find a job to earn money, just to return the money to the stolen girl and let her declare that Quemin didn't steal the money, but when he earned it, the girl also moved away, which became his regret and made their marriage. Even if the whole world doesn't believe you, I will still believe you. The person I like is not bad. Even if it is not good, I am willing to bear everything for her.

Finally, they got married. That day, the pig said, it rained. There is dirt on the road, and everyone should step on it. However, I have my own life. I am willing to work hard and earn money. I want to make the world miserable, and there is no way to hurt her from now on. ?

I am willing to work hard to earn money and shelter her from the wind and rain, so that the world can never hurt her again. I think so now, and I will definitely do so in the future. In this life, I just want to warm you.

First love is a person's shuddering.

I will promise a lot, but I will achieve very little. We will go farther and farther face to face, and we will quietly separate side by side. You will cry, and every drop will burn my skin. You should stay at home and finish the examination paper. Instead of giving me blank paper.

In youth, there will always be one or two swindlers who move their feelings, in fact, in order not to hurt love. He borrowed money from her, then deliberately refused to pay it back, put it under his pillow, and left it alone if he had no money to eat. Don't touch it if you have no money to go to the internet cafe. Even when she has no money to pay the tuition, she won't pay it back. So she ignored him, and he got what he wanted and avoided hurting her. In the following years, she got married, and he completely sealed the money under the pillow without a wrinkle. Actually, I didn't mean to borrow money. I just want to get rid of you so that I won't hurt you.

Let's not break up. Let's share the money. Will not hurt our feelings. Maybe I'm really an idiot. I believe everything you say, even if you say you have a new lover. In fact, your new love is just a critical notice. Perhaps, because time is running out, they will hurt their loved ones all over, so that when they leave quietly, they don't have to be too sad, even if they hate, they will be much more than hobbies.

If you had to choose again, what would you choose? Then I absolutely don't want to meet you again, be me again, dream occasionally, and then start running around day after day, drowning in this noisy city. But when I say this, I still think that I want to see you, even if I am separated by thousands of people, I will walk to your side.

I hope to have someone like you.

I hope to have a person like you, as bright and refreshing as this morning in the mountains, as sunny and warm as the way to the ancient city, covering all my skin. I hope there is a person like you who will be a signpost of life several times in the future.

Guan Chun, Mao Mao, bar. Guan Chun and Mao Mao often quarrel over the bar business. Mao Mao thinks the bar business is bad, so he might as well sell it and buy a house to get married. Guan Chun felt that even if business was bad, the bar was his own effort, and he didn't want to buy it. So they broke up noisily, and Mao Mao married a furniture dealer.

Maybe every man has male chauvinism. Guan Chun endured the pain and left Mao Mao's things in the trunk of the car aimlessly for a day. Finally, the car was sold with the contents in the trunk. He began to take care of the booming bar business seriously. Only once did I hear a friend mention the news of Mao Mao. Her husband's business failed and the company went bankrupt. He sneered that she deserved it.

One day, when passing Mao Mao's house downstairs, Guan Chun drove directly into Mao Mao's husband's car. He was generous when he could only sell 300 thousand cars. He lost 750,000 pounds when he sold the bar. In fact, he just wants her to have a better life in the future. As a result, two years later, he returned to the original bar, where Mao Mao became the boss. She told him: I can't do business. Can you marry me? He nodded cm by cm, cm by cm, slowly and firmly.

Can you wait for me, wait for me to wake up, wait for me to distinguish right from wrong, wait for me to convince myself, wait for me to climb the cliff, and wait for me to sew my chest to see you? The whole world doesn't know who is waiting for whom, and Guan Chun is waiting for Mao Mao.

I hope to have someone like you. In this world, some people's love is like the refreshing wind in the mountains, and some people's love is like the warm sunshine in the ancient city. But it doesn't matter, it will be good for you in the end. From the starting point to the night, from Shan Ye to the study, the answers to all questions are simple. There will always be someone who nods to you, carries on the future and counts the road signs of life several times.

At this moment, I think of the previous sentence, if there are 10 thousand people who love you, there must be me among them; If only one person loves you, it must be me; If no one loves you anymore, it must be that I am dead. So I want to live with you for a long time.

Anyway, I am willing to wait for you, wait for you, wait for you.

I can't say I love you.

I hope the shoes I bought are the color you want. I hope you will think of me when I call you. I hope you get up when I say good morning. I hope my book is your favorite story. I hope you will feel sleepy when you turn off the lights. I hope the fruit I bought will always be sweet to you. I hope every song you order is what you want to sing.

I hope that when I get up, you gently help me to dust off the clothes that are not easy to find. I hope that when I write, the temperature in the teacup at hand will always be my favorite. I hope you can tell me how many cigarettes are left in today's share when you light a cigarette. I hope we won't feel embarrassed when you are silent.

So many hopes, trivial and scattered, are different. But they happen quietly, and you can't clearly mark the process. In fact, love permeates life, just like you don't notice the blood flowing, but you must know that it flows all over your body.

Perhaps, in love, there can't be so much hope, and too much hope will bring great pressure, so I don't want or expect to play a role that can seriously care about you, only wish you well, and nothing else is important.

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