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    If every time you see each other, you will feel more sad, why bother to be humble and extravagant when you care about the benevolence and righteousness of the moral high point.  Perhaps the hysterical past is the wound of a lifetime.  A moment of memories that have been lingering for many years, after all, a dull pain and nausea.  How much of the past ended up in fragments?

    The rain drenches the big tree, the cat sleeps peacefully in the shade, the person leans against the window, and the wind swims in the rain. This quiet day is like a memory archived for eternity. It is a pity that the empty wine glass does not hold a drop of fine wine.  Reminiscing about the past will only increase the emptiness.  Those who abandon me, don't let the day of yesterday stay, and those who disturb my mind, the day of today is more worrying.

    Engraved in my heart, your smiling face suddenly turned into indifference. At this moment, what you are doing in a daze is full of nightmares, and the beautiful past has become a sad lead, entangled repeatedly.

    ?I thought I was greedy for short-term happiness unrestrainedly, and regarded it as revenge for the past. When I meditated on loneliness, I realized that I was superficial and deep.  Thinking about it, I feel the darkness of human nature and the horror of human nature.

    A few nights ago, I went to a friend's drinking date, and a woman of the opposite sex on the dance floor hooked me. I looked back and forth to confirm that she was asking me out.  At that moment, I was ready to value sex over friends, but in the next moment I recovered the indifference I should have, thinking of the Buddhist mantra: sex is emptiness.

    After all, the momentary joy is a heart that never goes back, and the knotted memory is no match for the time to forget, the years and years, but it is a far-fetched excuse to follow the fate, and the fate, sometimes it sounds like a helpless reason  .

    That pair of bright eyes turned into rationality after being extremely sensual, and her heart became a stone, only in a world that no one heard of, as gentle as water.  People should not live in the eyes of others, people should not only live in the eyes of others, but after all, people have to live in the eyes of others.

    Walking alone in a crowded street, wandering with the flow of people, the road under your feet seems to no longer belong to you. How much you want to take your heart out, study it carefully, and see what you are looking for.  When the breeze was blowing, I silently put on the earphones, only wanting to listen to the music without lyrics, walking slowly, looking at my own shadow under the lamp, which seemed so long and long.

    Fortunately, there are three or two good friends, and occasionally a heart-warming greeting makes Wuzhu's body regain its soul and soul.

    Speaking of it, it turned out to be as sad as a broken heart, and many emotions became poisonous. Being in the flowing blood, people slowly fell into a state of soul loss step by step. If there is no more emotion, there will be only walking dead left.

    Last night I passionately told a friend: Let me share the same bed for one night.

    Friend said: I haven't been gay for a long time.

    I go back to an ellipsis, that's all.  It's not that I feel lost because of this, but I don't know how to explain the thoughts in my heart. I don't understand why I know the answer before I ask, why I still have to ask.

    Although he knew that the road ahead was difficult, he had to use struggle as a reason to fight, but he knew that the poison of seeking death alone was breathed into the empty heart in every restless night, and slowly formed the dust that blinded him for thousands of years.

    Not afraid of suffering, but afraid of tiredness, that is the gentle hand of Satan, who wants to drag people into hell.

    You came all the way, fortunately we still have the fate to have a meal, how many old people have already passed away, we have all become myasthenia gravis patients, the enthusiasm and vitality of youth seem to have disappeared after years of fatigue  .  The words accumulated in my heart were covered with soil in short words, and the dialogue was already too pale to match the blue sky and white clouds after the rain.  Goodbye, goodbye by fate, your helplessness actually pulled out my passion, the clerk refilled my teacup, and the heat floated up. This cup of "Chuan Hong" changed from thick to light, and then became thick again. I mustered up the courage to take a drink  And then hurriedly checked out and fled.

    How many people choose to accept helplessness and continue to live helplessly, but how many people choose to abandon helplessness and continue to struggle helplessly?  In a word, how people live is a matter of choice.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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