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snowflakes and tears

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    Snowflakes and tears.  They are all made of water, which one is more valuable?

    This year's winter came a little earlier than usual.

    It's snowing in the south.

    The swirling snowflakes poured on the ground.

    Silver tree wrap.  Brighten up.

    I walk through the snowflakes.

    ? If sadness is the inspiration for writing.  I have written my first novels.

    Bad mood.

    I often tell myself that even in times of helplessness and difficulty.  Don't bring negativity to those around you.

    I'm going to keep smiling.

    Open-minded.  Be a good enough person.

    Don't be happy because of things, don't be sad because of yourself.

    However.  When there are moments in my life that make me inexplicably hopeless.  How should I deal with it?

    When some good people you thought turned all the blame on you one day.

    I am facing a person.  But it seems to have experienced all the right and wrong.

    When the tears rolled down my cheeks.

    In blurred vision.  Irregular life.

    The collapse of a perfect world

    Because I always thought that I was facing the most beautiful and lovely people in the world.

    It is okay to lose your temper occasionally.

    Can be willful and naive like a child.

    You can be self-righteous and know everything

    actually.  What I did was nothing more than a cold joke in their eyes.

    that is it.

    Keep making mistakes.

    Not long memory.

    Don't use your brain.

    Don't be silly.

    Because they are noble.  I consider myself the dust of the world.

    I put away my pride and indulgence.  Tilt yourself on one end of the scale.  longer and longer.

    I cried for a long time.

    Crying and crying makes the atmosphere difficult to calm down.

    They are right.

    Or maybe I'm right.  It doesn't matter.

    It only shows me that the indiscriminate sentence is the death penalty.

    Are those onlookers good or bad?

    What kind of purpose do those people want.

    Why should things that can be communicated be resolved in the most embarrassing way?  Is it promoting superior rights?

    Do you think I still receive all of them foolishly and confusedly?

    I am not a good guy.

    I have seven emotions and six desires.  Good and evil are true and false.

    Those who don't like it, those who don't like it, are very clear.  You can't rub a grain of sand in your eyes.

    I want to be nice to you.  You are a treasure in my world.  Although, I won't say.  Time will tell.

    I don't want to be nice to you.  In my world you are a scrap.  Although, the surface is still very kind.  Playing around, everyone will.

    I don't like my job.  Why keep doing it and not choose to quit.  Probably just a habit.

    ? Last October.  My mother asked me to leave Wuxi.  Go back to my hometown and ask for a job as a teacher.

    I procrastinate and procrastinate.

    Later tell her.  I want to go to school.  Take a paper diploma.

    But after all, I didn't go to school.  And I'm still working.  Don't know the reason for staying.

    The heart is not hard enough.

    Looking back on my time in this factory.

    In a chance encounter.  Just a passing moment.

    hit my inspiration.

    Will the illusion become real.

    The answer is no.

    I still remember the last time I saw him.

    He stood in front of the guard's door.  Stare out the window.  Hear my voice.  He turned around.  The four eyes are facing each other.  The air is still.

    The distance of a corridor.  It seems to have traveled through the past and present.

    This wasn't the last time I saw him.  But in so many days with him.  This moment became eternity.  It has become the only memory I have of him.

    After he left the job.

    I asked myself more than once.

    Are you in the play

    NonoI answered in a low voice.

    When he left.  (Sorry, I love you) End of creation.

    Why did I suddenly think of him

    When lost.  When I think of someone, I always feel very good.

    Others don't care about my sadness.

    I?? once.  He let me help with dressing.  That hole obviously couldn't fit in.  He insisted that I wear it.

    But I just can't get in.

    I said, wear it in another place.

    "no."

    In the end, I really couldn't wear it.  He actually pulled out the piercing hole and put the hair in.

    Suddenly I thought he was so cute.

    sometimes.  He came to proofing.

    "Is car No. 27 okay?"

    "No. I want another car."

    "Why?"

    He didn't answer.

    It's not a beauty pageant.

    But I really want to tell him, look what's wrong with this car.  Be temperamental.  To have good looks.  It's still a key staff, I don't know how many people like it.  Especially Master Wu and Master Liang specified that they want it

    this time.  Unhappiness with others occurs.  What causes it.  It doesn't matter.

    The affairs of the world, if divided for a long time, must be united, and if united for a long time, they must be divided.

    A lake that is too calm always casts a light and shadow.

    A net filters out the ups and downs.

    Aftertaste life.

    There are very few people standing beside him.

    There is always a ray of light in life that warms me.

    For example, You Qian came to me for proofing.

    I told him with a bad attitude.

    "Is that your hair on the ground? Don't forget to take it away"

    He didn't seem to hear me.  keep going forward.

    When he passed by me for the second time.

    "Is it your hair on the ground"

    "It's not that I won't take it away if you're in a hurry" In an impatient tone.

    Soon.  When I came back, the ground was empty.  Knowing that he took Mao away.

    Suddenly felt that he might be a soft-spoken person

    There are actually many people around me.  they are very good.  For example, Duan Yunfei and Jiang Kun.

    Because of the similar age.  So we can understand each other's heartache.  Those who stood watching from a distance could only sigh coldly.

    What I wrote may not be perfect.  Where I can't see or hear.  Maybe another soul is hiding.

    When I was very depressed.

    All I can remember is the momentary brilliance.

    Sometimes, I think why I don't quit my job.  To be a teacher like my mother envisioned me.

    Because I never gave up my exploration of literature.  And these all come from life.  Only experience more.  Deal with different people.  Feel the sadness of the bottom people.

    who I am.

    My name is Yicheng.

    Many years later.  I still go by that name.

    And my more hope is to have this name printed on the back of a book.  Indicate the identity of the author.

    after many years.  I hope everyone forgets my real name.  When you see me, just call me Yicheng.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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