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    When you are free, at dusk, smile in front of the stove and ask how the porridge is warm.

    This may be the most beautiful appearance of love.

    There are 365 days in a year, a mess of festivals.  An ordinary day can also be regarded as a holiday because of the similarity of certain timbres.  I am used to a busy life, like water being poured on a sponge, tick tock.

    Another attempt to reproduce life through tiny pores.

    I ride a bicycle to work every day, and many people advise me to change to another means of transportation.  It was also suggested that I should take the driver's license test.  I said I don't have time.

    And I'm used to the speed of the bike.

    I will not take the driver's license test.  Because I never intended to buy a car.

    Do not envy other people's wealth.

    The phone screen has been broken many times, but I have never thought about replacing it with a new one.  Just like some bad memories in my memory, I want to forget, but I can't.

    I have pity for myself.  Maybe it's because I still don't understand myself.  what do i want.  I have no idea.  It can only spin in place like a fool, confusing those who stand by and watch.

    The night is like a flowing river, quietly spreading in the heart, occupying the lonely soul.  Hear the sound of the wind blowing the branches, hear the footsteps of the residents upstairs walking back and forth, and hear the car horn outside the window

    On May 20th, it was not rendered so beautifully.

    If there is no love, it is just the most ordinary day.  For couples, there are more excuses to miss.

    She saw his face turn red.  From face to ears.  Maybe he didn't notice.  Maybe it was her hallucination.  She said the most ordinary sentence.

    "This dress you are wearing looks good"

    He did not speak.

    His face turned red.

    She thought today was May 20th, and he might just be on a date dressed like this.  And she just said something nice casually.  Turn around and forget what you just said.

    They don't mean it.

    She always says childish things.  Fortunately, no one cares and understands.

    She wondered if the clothes she ordered on Taobao had arrived.

    She wondered if she should tie up her messy hair again today?

    She walked in from the door, and the wind from the air conditioner was blowing hard.  Clothes stick to the skin.  Like falling into a bottomless pit, with a cold chill.

    May 20th is not a special day.  She writes on paper.

    ? At dusk when you are free

    Smile in front of the stove and ask if the porridge is warm

    ? Dreaming back at midnight

    The sound is crisp and crisp

    The spring breeze like water in May

    ? Blowing and wrinkling the garden full of lovesickness and sorrow

    Who turned into a night hunter

    Steal the jug of old wine under the moon

    Fragrance of wine

    The hourglass floating in the memories

    he drank

    Poisoned wine brewed by her own hands

    The name of the wine is

    All my life

    A couple

    Unsolvable poison

    A cage that cannot be broken free

    have traveled a lot

    I have seen many people

    Still think your eyes are the most beautiful

    Like the bright moonlight imprinted in your eyes

    Like the brightest bright red at dusk

    ? Gentle and delicate spring breeze

    It will tell me with that light

    your whereabouts

    The unspeakable words stay deep in the Adam's apple

    The blood coagulates in the dark night

    May

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