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    I turned on the night light that I gave to me when I was old, and turned it on before it was dark. It seemed that a kind of warmth penetrated into my heart through the light.

    The year is coming, and I suddenly want to write a long letter, who to write to, let¡¯s write to the unknown for the time being.

    I use the warmth of last night and night to leave my inadvertent nostalgia for the future. It was because of the bewitching of wine that you invited me into your hell.  In this night when the year is coming to an end, you summed up the resentment of the year and even this life. It is the pain that belongs to you alone. The wine in your glass or me is just a shooting star in your fantasy, which can only be erased for you.  That precious tear, then plunges you into the darkest night again.

    The spring sunshine warmly emerges from the clouds, making the small life sprouting in the ground tremble. When you warm up by the fire, you will have an eternal wish.

    I put forward my first vision for the rest of my life, first run dozens of kilometers.  Then I immediately carried out this task, alone, facing the smog, facing the cold night wind, I immediately went out and ran in my pajamas.  I kept running, remembering that Forrest Gump in the movie kept running like that, but I couldn't be him, everyone's path is different, whether it's walking with your feet or thinking in your heart.  I ran across the century-old streets of the city, turned around the thousand-year-old trees, and disturbed the ten thousand-year-old river.  With each step I ran, I coughed more and felt smaller.  I'm like a star in the Milky Way, I go with the wind, I also search in all directions, and then I get tired as if I came from the void, I am lost on the way, looking back, I don't know where I am  How long has it been so far.

    Time uses years to remind you that the wrinkles on your face are growing, and some people around you will use their surprised eyes to greet the youth you lost in the nightmare last night.  You wake up one morning and suddenly find that strange face, is it me?  is this really me?  You asked yourself back and forth repeatedly, and you were a little at a loss.  Until a gust of wind blows your messy hair, you are willing to admit that time is really a butcher's knife.

    On the night of the New Year's Eve, I drank two catties of liquor with my friends and finally passed out.  My friend said that when we left, I laughed wildly all the way, and people on the road thought I was crazy.  After waking up, I repeatedly asked myself why I was laughing, but the answer in my heart already had the deadliest attribution.  That smile is easy to hit the heart and shock the soul.

    I imagined that under the ray of sunshine, your bright eyes, in the wind, your hair fragrance fluttering with the wind, you are like your own passerby, only in that moment, you saw another self.  You may light a cigarette, suck the old things into your heart like taking drugs, and turn it into a strong or light wine, only waiting for your only wine taster to come to appreciate it.

    Whose future is too excited?  Do not disturb people's lucid dreams.  You want everything to be as you want, so you start asking people around you to follow your rules, and if someone dares to disregard your anger, you drag him to death.  At the point where everything is destroyed, you start to regret it again, and want to use needles and threads to mend the loopholes, but you have locked other people's hearts.  Since when did you become so unreasonable?  You once cried and said that the world was unfair, and you regarded your blood as poison.  Maybe you were tired later, you made a solemn statement to me that you want to be a selfish person.  After being selfish for a long time, you start to lose your enthusiasm, and even your smile becomes artificial.  You only seem to be who you are when you are angry.

    That was eight years ago, my smiling face was only for the face shown by that candy in your schoolbag, that candy was sour and sweet, just like my nostalgia for you.  How many more eight years, let me miss that candy?  Seeing the traffic going downstairs, I was dizzy, chewing a piece of candy, but was ashamed, and a stranger on the opposite side was just watching the anime on the phone boredly.  I observed her carefully, and really wanted to give her a little opium, lying on the sofa and smoking opium coquettishly, maybe it would be more attractive than bending over to look at the phone.  Let us imagine carefully, whether it is a man or a woman, the scene of smoking opium is so charming, like a big erotic movie.

    What kind of destination should an empty and lonely soul find to be considered complete?  I see people in the circle of friends send pictures of themselves eating, and then add a happy expression, or take a few selfies, and add a happy expression, or pose for a picture of myself in the bookstore, and also add  happy face.  Then these life dynamics seem to be the good medicine for the soul to be fulfilled.  I have discussed this topic with some friends, saying that adding some decorations to the soul is icing on the cake, but if only this pretentious surface is installed, then the inside is more or less empty.  Others believe that this is the result of people's integration into society.  But you are still struggling to find a way to the soul. Sometimes you have forgotten that the soul exists, and you just look back occasionally, feeling lost.

    One gloomy evening, I received your letter.  Say you want to try itWhat does it feel like to write? Looking at the messy handwriting you wrote, feeling the trembling in your pen, that is the thought you wrote affectionately for the rest of my life.  Just like the painting you gave me, I have spent many years with me, seeing things and thinking about people, which is probably the meaning of these objects to people.  We separated three years ago, and now we can no longer hear any information about you. We just ask the wind occasionally, how are you?

    Crowded and bustling, the rest of the cups and plates are messed up, this is a kind of loneliness of living alone.  Pour a full glass of wine, take one sip after another, drink it. Human feelings are warm and cold. If someone smiles at me, I will thank you sincerely. If someone cries at me, I will take a sip of wine, saying meaningfully, everything is human.  own choice.  The past goes with the wind, the lake of peace in the heart, but the road ahead should be like a dream, even if you search for a thousand times, it will become a tree that suddenly looks back.  The wine in the glass has not yet become bitter and mellow, but is slightly sour, just like the one at the crossroads.  Many years later, I no longer greet you, I only look for your gentle eyes in the drunkenness, dream, and death. Once we looked at each other oppositely, our affection is like water, and when we meet again, I think you will be like a warm wind.  I am greedy for unsolvable solutions, so I am so obsessed with proving this false proposition of life. It is about you and about me. You are thousands of you, and I am a different me.

    I got up early, even if I didn't do anything, I didn't want to lie on the swaying bed with no master, walking on the wide street, facing the half-cold wind, basking in the half of the sun, only then did I feel that I was still alive.  live.

    ?I don¡¯t know why, but when I saw the mountains and rivers of my hometown in the circle of friends, I couldn¡¯t arouse any interest, probably because I haven¡¯t met for many years, and I have forgotten it.  Ask people back home how their holiday was, and they say it's not.  Sometimes I feel that people are really too lazy, even when playing, they are all the same and nothing new.  Most of the games you can think of have been taken over by people.  A friend went to the United States to see a big whale. It didn't seem very creative. If he went to the United States to pay New Year's greetings to Trump, he would probably have more feelings.  On second thought, this may show people's dissatisfied side. Of course, this people also includes myself. I never want to draw the opposite of people.

    However, at the moment when my emotions are rushing, this letter comes to an abrupt end.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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