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    When I am old and my hair is gray, who will I remember in my memory?

    The breath of summer is getting stronger and stronger.  The temperature is rising day by day.  I don't like summer.  Not because of the heat.  It's the fear that has nowhere to hide.

    I don't know if it's because of insomnia, or because I don't eat on time.  The nose always shed blood for no reason, it was red, and there were long marks on the paper.

    It seems like the nosebleed started recently.

    I stood in the bathroom, looking at my face through the blurred light in the mirror.

    ? I suddenly felt, when I am old what will I look like

    Not pretty at all, old, wrinkled face it's horrible, I'm afraid after thinking about it.

    And I don't know if I'll live to that age

    It has been almost a year since I came to WuxiIs there anything more?  What's missing?

    Just like when I arrived in Shanghai at the age of 19, I was full of enthusiasm and curious about everything.

    In the winter of 1991, I was born in an ordinary farmer's family.  Mom said it was snowing heavily.  From then on, I remember that when it snows, it is my birthday.  I fell in love with snow and fell in love with winter.

    It seems to be a matter of course not to like summer.  Because summer melts the cold.  It takes away winter.

    My hometown has a lot of snow every year.  The cities in the north are rough and barbaric.

    The south is a kind of warmth of a lady.

    The light rain continued.

    I stayed in the southern city for seven years.  I have long forgotten the original appearance of my hometown.

    I have not forgotten my roots.

    ? Joined the classmate group ten years ago.  Seeing the old photos from the past, talking about the student days when we grew up together in the youthful years

    Who is sitting in front of whom?

    Who likes whom?

    Debate over who grabbed whose hair

    Ten years ago, what a distant story So many people, looking at the names, knew that they had forgotten everything

    Someone asked me, do you remember me?  We were tablemates at that time

    I thought about it for a long timecan't answer

    Later, she never sent a message again

    What is loneliness?

    After the college entrance examination, I didn't keep in touch with any of my high school classmates.  The only junior high school classmates left I can't remember the last one

    That cruel reality

    And I have just left Shanghai, and my colleagues who have been with me for four years, I have also begun to forget

    The eyes are very short-sighted.  Can't see many things clearly.  Like staying in a muddy world.  noisy, crowded

    Made a mistake at work, similar to the low-level mistake that one plus one equals two.  Being scolded by the leader was utterly bruised.  And I can't forgive myself.

    People often say that details determine success or failure.

    How to clean up the flustered mood?  Had a terrible day.

    The irreparable mistake made me fall into deep self-blame.

    Fragile is sometimes really vulnerable.

    Listening to the leader's abuse, he didn't resist.  I even feel that the leader can scold me a little harder, and I won't feel wronged.

    I only hate my own insensitivity.

    If I were a driver, the accelerator would be the brake.  Then the mistakes I made will be irreparable.

    I dare not think about it.

    When I am old am I still as unreliable as I am now

    summer Wind

    Warm and viscous taste

    no direction

    along the track of time

    taxiing

    Unknown journey

    water

    quietly

    overflowing heart

    When I am old

    ? Lift up your dry hands

    direction

    Far away

    Do you still remember

    What you looked like when you were young

    When I am old

    memory loss

    Walking in the bleak wind

    trembling footsteps

    Help me walk

    Eyes full of bright

    ? Is it the forgotten past

    When I am old

    blind

    deaf ears

    invisible

    inaudible

    In the endless darkness

    am I

    able

    catch

    Your hand that exists in the light

      when we are all old

    May the world

    Always full of forward temperature (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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