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    This may have something to do with my mood.

    I can't eat spicy food, but I can't quit spicy food.  After eating spicy food, it will bring a series of adverse reactions to my body.  put me in excruciating pain.

    I am often on the edge of love and pain.  I don't think I will leave, maybe one day I will.  I thought I would get it, as if I never got it.

    Like the rain falling in the sky, boundless, falling from the sky, falling on the leaves, falling in the soil.

    A seed is slowly sprouting.

    Chatting with colleagues, hearing about discounts and promotions, and getting up early to line up with a group of old ladies.

    I haven't touched a book for a long time.  The books I bought lie quietly on the bookshelf.  I was attracted by the small videos and news on my mobile phone, and I became the most decadent person, slowly exhausting my youth.

    nobody is perfect.

    Who is happier than who?

    I can't afford expensive famous brands, and I can't live the life I've always wanted to pursue.  The definition of happiness is vague.  I want to have a house near the sea, where I walk on the beach when the sun sets, let the salty sea breeze blow my cheeks, and let the flying waves decorate eternity.  Disappearing horizons, azure coasts, cities plunged into darkness.  Outline the most beautiful patterns in my eyes.

    I have never tasted alcohol.  Not even the beer was touched.  The cola I loved most when I was a child is no longer my favorite.  This may be a sign of growth.  When you pass a certain age, you will feel that the childishness of the past is ridiculous.  I used to think that pure feelings really existed in the world.  I didn't know until later that these were just tricks to deceive children.  We are moved or saddened by the vigorous love in TV dramas.  Worry about trivial matters in real life.

    I don't like the life I have now.  Like a bound bird, trying hard to free its wings to fly, only to find that its body has been bruised and bruised.  So, I saw it through, thought about it, gave up, and became peaceful.  Stay in a small cage, be controlled by people, and be delivered food.

    A small existence, humble and timid.

    I like all the bright yellow colors in the world.  Yellow is dazzling, yellow is thorough.

    My love of color is attributed to the mood of a certain period of time.  Sometimes I like purple, sometimes I like blue.  It seems that I am not a dedicated person.

    We all work hard to live.  In this cold world.  In order to live, he once abandoned his dignity and violated his own wishes.  Those unaccustomed things have become the most common things.  Slowly make peace with this unfair world.

    I am very poor, and only my dreams are left.  The poor only have longing for the future.

    What is the distance, what is the poetic pursuit?

    Like my daily life, I obviously don't like to eat the food in the canteen of the factory, but I still bite the bullet and finish it.

    I finished eating it.  Still feeling empty in stomach.

    But I'm going to accept it.

    It's like accepting the trap that fate has set for me, and I have to learn to overcome it.

    ? I hope that in the future I will be talented enough, confident enough, and strong enough.

    Listening to the rain outside the window.  Listen to the whistle on the street.  With the lingering night as a companion.  Meet the story in the dream.

    The starting point of memory.

    The trajectory of life.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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