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    suddenly feel tired.

    Whether it is life or ideal.

    Sit there quietly.  From morning till night.

    There are dirty marks of oil between the fingers.  No matter how you wipe it off, it won't come off.  Put it under the cold water and rush, don't slip away with the waves.

    I want to write a paragraph of text.  So, get a clean table ready.  Put away the paper and pen.  Countless words and sentences flashed in my mind, but I couldn't write a word when I picked up the pen.  This dilemma confuses me.

    I am inspired.

    Or else why the heart is like thousands of horses galloping past.

    Standing at the crossroads of life.

    suddenly feel tired.

    Going forward is like going on a journey with no return date.

    Who will walk with me?

    I stared back.  The vast sea of ??people is full of loneliness.

    Black shadows overlapped in the sunlight.

    The boy in the painting.  I want to write a poem for you.  scattered along the road you must pass.  chasing your shadow.  Think about your direction.

    I need lots and lots of love.

    Filled with love from the heart.

    Like the bright moon in the sky.

    Like the traces of the years.

    I listen to the loneliness of the dark night swallowing my heart.  Listening to the distant wind blowing through thousands of lights.  Listening to the footsteps of parting knocking on the window of my heart.

    Where are you?  Are you willing to come to my side?

    Are you willing to stretch out your slender fingers to brush the messy hair on my forehead, are you willing to listen quietly to my frantic heartbeat

    Deep thoughts layer upon layer.

    Love follows you like a shadow.

    ?How many people say that they will never leave but choose to give up halfway

    How many people have been loving but never received love

    ?How many people said there was no pain but burst into tears when they turned around

    How many people obviously don't care, but desperately search for the other party's news in invisible places

    How many people wake up in the middle of the night and sigh alone

    How many people clearly love each other but can't be together

    There is always too much helplessness in the world.

    We are not heartless people.

    Falling in love with someone may be just an inadvertent moment.  But it took a lifetime to forget.

    A smile.  Looking back once.

    An unexpected encounter in an unromantic place.

    Desperately falling in love at the wrong time.

    In the time spent together, love is smoothed out.

    Feeling heart-piercing in the tragic ending.

    Two people from strangers to familiarity, and then to strangers.

    The turbulent crowd.  Disordered footsteps.

    What was once different in the eyes of the other party has become extremely hateful.  It turns out that what we have been loving all this time is just the shadow of each other.

    I want to write about beautiful love.

    The simplicity and elegance of love.

    I feel like I'm dying.

    Like to be in a daze.  For a long time, I can't come back to God.

    Seeing someone lose their temper.  I really want to persuade you.

    Getting angry can easily hurt the liver.

    Hearing others discussing his hometown, he couldn't help but want to interrupt.  He swallowed it alive again.

    ? Was sent by the leader to do laundry in the workshop next door.

    Two tanks of water.  Cool to the touch.  Frozen fingers red even with rubber gloves on.  I thought it was swollen, so I rubbed it hard.

    A kind person lent me a pair of galoshes.

    Can walk freely in the water.

    I will be hungry before three o'clock in the afternoon.  I was teased by a colleague who came to do the laundry together, it seems that washing clothes can help you digest, and I have never heard you say that you are hungry

    I smiled and said nothing.

    The arms kept swinging in the water.

    The people around me are walking around.  If you don't know him, just look around curiously.  Does it look like a fool's behavior?  But what they didn't expect was that I couldn't really see it at all.  I'm very nearsighted.  Why didn't I choose to wear glasses, even though many people said that I would look better with glasses.  Because I don't like it.

    I think a lot in my spare time.

    In addition to the idea of ??the novel, there is also the direction of life.

    Being stubborn like me and not compromising with life is good and bad.

    Clearly knowing that the future will greet me with storms, I still choose to move forward.

    I know that if I enter the workshop, I have to open the left door, but every time I push the right door

    I saw a young girl standing at the door.

    Not very old.  Are you an adult?  I'm thinking.

    & nbsp; Compared with the first time I saw her, she gained a lot of weight.  His face still looked indifferent.

    A pink down jacket.

    The lower abdomen is slightly raised.

    Are you pregnant?  I guess on my own.

    She stood on tiptoe and called someone's name.

    A man walked up to her.

    She said excitedly, here I am again

    And the man looked impatient

    So close to me.

    I am not watching.  Don't even think about their relationship.

    My imagination is too rich.  Can't bear to spoil the perfect ending of the story.

    The first time I saw her was a year ago.

    We were all sent to the second floor for packing by our respective leaders.

    She stood across from me.

    Thin face.  With a ponytail.  The eyes are very large.

    For three full hours, we didn't speak.

    The reason why she will be remembered.  Because of the innocence on her face.

    after.  I saw her a few more times.

    She certainly doesn't know me.

    I don't need her to know me.

    There are too many people who don't know me.

    When I looked up, she was gone.  I twisted and twisted my sore arms, looking at the sunset outside the window

    The sunset is infinitely good, but it is already dusk.

    If you don't fall in love with the right person at the right time, all love in Zaimei is wrong

    The water is rippling.

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