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After listening to Du's words, at this bewildered age, everything is so unsatisfactory. Forget the origin of this sentence, forget the origin of this sentence, but it contains too much helplessness and helplessness.

When can I go to live in high? In fact, to be honest, picking yourself out from a platform model who has lived for more than 20 years will be the beginning of another life. Confused, confused. I seem to have lost the ability to plan for myself. Perhaps, I have lived for so long and have long been integrated. The more I think about it, the more I feel lost. Tears streamed down her face. Hurt, full of heart.

How much time is wasted on cowardice and weakness, and how much time is wasted on people you think will change. In fact, your love wastes your youth and hurts yourself at the same time.

You are not qualified. You are not qualified at all. You should turn your eyes to yourself and let yourself see yourself. Ask yourself, do you, like her?

I used to think that as long as I cooked the Buddha's ego, I could turn Gankun around. But I forgot, I'm human too. I'm not a god. I'm not that great. We also need to feel distressed, care, care, understand, be considerate and talk.

Twenty-five years old, what an embarrassing age. Sometimes I want to go back a few years ago and let me have an emotional experience. Or, give me an experience and process to build myself for my future life. Then let everything end at the age of 24 or 25, which is the beginning of the next stage.

Life is always so unhappy. You never know when those uncontrollable factors will catch you off guard. I thought I could change it, but later I found that accepting it can actually make myself easier.

Twenty-five years old, a man of marriageable age, has put aside all my reasons for not getting married, my emotional experience and my work plan. My life trajectory seems to be out of my control. In my memory, when I was in adolescence, when I fought for my sovereignty, something went wrong. I know I can't fight it, but I find I can destroy it.

Today, my heart is broken. Sad for yourself. I paid so much, but it was all erased and not understood. These are secondary, and the most important thing is that the only thing I regret, regret, and never come back, is that I didn't fall in love at the best of my youth and didn't make a difference for my ambitious career when I was young.

Think about the road you've traveled. It's really hard. Others have been controlling their bodies and thoughts. Once you have an idea, pay attention at any time, instill it at any time, and brainwash it at any time. For a time, I was disgusted with communicating with others, because I knew that my thoughts were dying, disappearing and being changed. Perhaps this is a growing experience and a necessary process in life, but it makes me feel painful and unwilling. I'm not like that. Sometimes it's weird. I would rather be hurt a lot, misunderstood and scolded than do something against my conscience and myself.

Time is passing and people are changing. Probably because I haven't stepped into society yet, I can't accept the routines and knowledge in society.

Twenty-five years old, as if suddenly grown up, I'm not ready.

Twenty-five years old, I seem to have grown up suddenly, and I seem to be used to being oppressed and growing up.

Twenty-five years old, the age to get married, seems to have become accustomed to being single.

At the age of twenty-five, when I was supposed to be alone, I felt very inferior.

No one learns to run without walking, no one learns to communicate without communication, no one can grow without accepting change, and no one can live in the illusory reality outlined in memory or mind without accepting the truth.

Reality is never reality, reality is just very real. Tell you the truth, poke you where it hurts, reflect you directly, and then you feel sorry, blame and complain for various reasons. The present society is too realistic.

Twenty-five years old, an embarrassing age. Thought-provoking, suspicious. Have I really lived? In my life, a few minutes and seconds are all for myself.

Imagine a child who is always with you without any troubles. I want to stay like this, don't grow up, enjoy your kindness with peace of mind, and put all my emotions into it, just for those pure time and pure love.

The time we participated together, we tried to think about it, or just this time, I hesitated to start, and you closed it perfectly. Then, I'm still waiting for you at the next Le Caesar date.

The frequency of our communication is so weak, and the frequency of our interaction is so poor. I thought there would be a distance between us. I thought our time would only be a short greeting.

I can't forget myself in the dark that night. At that time, we met at the time and place together. At that time, the whole screen was full of my infinite expectation and imagination. At that time, it was our own time.

I am extremely excited, because this is the first time that we meet face to face in five years, because this is the first time that we get along intimately in five years, and because this is the first time that we have negotiated for a long time in five years, the faint feeling in my heart is still spinning with joy. Occasionally I can't tell whether this is my fantasy or a reality worth looking forward to.

However, such a time is worth remembering. The experience of watching movies in my life, once with my sister-in-law and once with an educational film organized by the school, is certainly exciting. This is the third time with you. Let me find that even the popcorn box next to the cinema has become so literary, and your name is still in the text. The popcorn here is delicious, the tea is delicious, and there is a you sitting next to it, which makes people feel beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

I suddenly fell in love with myself, I fell in love with knowing myself, I fell in love with you, and in this short life, I created memories that belong to each other, even if I didn't say anything, I was very at ease. This is the first time, about us, about our silent time.

Following you, I really don't have to be afraid of having nothing to eat. This is my feeling. You know how to eat, and I also find that you are not very good at eating. If you are an ordinary person, I will be angry, because that will show that I eat too much. But who makes you special? Those who can make friends voluntarily will never appear on my list.

That's it. You take me to grandma's house at noon and take me to eat sushi in the afternoon. Of course, I also ate with peace of mind and cheered in my heart. I didn't feel cautious in this process, and the radian of the corners of my mouth didn't deceive me. I am really happy this day. Especially at the end of your sentence: let's eat le Caesar next time.

I went back in a car full of energy. On the way, every crooked face I saw was extremely cute. Even my friend Mr. Luo, who I occasionally met on the platform, is more handsome, and my girlfriend next to me is more beautiful.

I think I must have been so obsessed with you in my last life, so the fate of this life brought us together. I think I must have made progress in my life, so take the time to get to know you.

I want to be a child, only responsible for eating, playing and staring blankly when we are together. I want to be a child and stay with you forever without any troubles. I want to stay like this, don't grow up, enjoy your kindness with peace of mind, and put all my emotions into it, just for those pure time and pure love.

The wind, with cold and whirling, slowly circulates, as if it runs far away, but it can't let go and shrinks back to stay with me, jumping and jumping, but I don't know that its behavior is very bad, which will bring me a lot of trouble. Because of the cold in winter, it will start to pay attention and wander around me. At first, the wind seemed very sad, kept telling me and sighing; Then I may feel that I didn't listen, a little lost, angry and angry. I began to tear my clothes, rolled the road under my feet, stopped the road ahead, tried to stop me, made me hesitate, made me hesitate.

The wind didn't relax, but it was still cold, blowing my clothes, trying to bind, trap and keep me; Then he told me that if there is temptation, there can be no loss; Can give me freedom, but also let me not be sad. I smiled, looked at the wind and smiled. The faint vicissitudes of life on the face will slowly ripple at this moment, just like the calm water, constantly swaying and lingering. I just want to tell the wind that my heart is still awake, and I don't want to follow its advice like this, and its words can't ripple in my heart; The reason is that I know very well in my heart that there has never been any ambiguity, because the loss of those days was originally my life.

The wind smiled and began to laugh at me, saying, are you happy? You are fighting your fate. I shook my head and didn't think for a long time. I told it that those past losses may really be my setbacks and my frustrations; I shed tears for those losses, my body doesn't know when I will feel tired, and my skin is scarred, but I will still be intoxicated, intoxicated with the road I have traveled, intoxicated with my own struggle, intoxicated with my own dreams, and heartbreak is impossible. Dreams are still there, hearts are still there, and struggles are still there. I don't have to wander. As long as I persist, I will have a beautiful dream to bloom for me.

Once lost, is a persistent, but also a burning fire in my heart, full of my life. These losses used to be so sad that I wanted to spit on them, but I didn't know when to start accumulating slowly. I cried for them, and those tears flowed into the loss, which made me at a loss. Tears are hazy and preoccupied, but I inadvertently find that those losses are constantly changing their faces, just like the seeds of flowers, entering the wetland and slowly beginning to sprout and grow up. I don't know when these losses will blossom, nor what kind of struggle will there be in the future. I know these losses are my pride. If there is no loss, these flowers will really be lost, turned into dust, paved the road under their feet, as if they never want to sprout, and it is impossible to smell the flowers.

The wind frowned gently, thinking about how to destroy my heart. In this way, the snowflake with sad eyes, with temptation, with a variety of customs, slowly falling, like a lady to keep quiet. Looking at my figure, it is constantly by my side, just like wandering, which resonates with my heart. I can't help showing sympathy. I look at these snowflakes' obsession and want to start like them. In this world, I left my pride, setbacks and, of course, memories. But snowflakes are constantly changing in the sun, constantly struggling, constantly trying to make me like them, thus becoming quietly brewing, and then returning to the sky. Maybe they want me to stop losing, maybe they want me to gain something like this, but they don't know that those losses are life.

Our life can't be lost, we can't be proud forever, and we can't leave our footprints forever. Because we don't know how many bumps there are on the way forward; When there will be bad luck and when it will leave us with doubts. The journey of wandering requires us to go all the way; Those losses will create our lives.

Qinghuan means "don't be surprised, look at the flowers in front of the court;" Unintentionally staying and looking at the romantic life of celebrities in the sky is the leisure of "going through the motions without a boat" and the detachment and freedom of "I will go to the water to stop my path and then sit and watch Yun Qi".

"The taste of the world is pleasure", but not everyone can have Su Dongpo's attitude towards life that he doesn't like things and doesn't care about himself. Some people say that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, but I don't know how many people in this materialistic world can not be indifferent.

I wonder how many people have made many blessings with this sentence. True and pure love, friendship and affection are often pushed back again and again by vanity, money and power in real life. At this time, people will ask themselves, can I go back? I have been in the Gobi desert for half my life, and the wind and sand of the years have worn away my tender face and innocent heart. I am no longer a teenager, I am full of vicissitudes. I saw desolation, I saw hunger and cold, I saw absurd sincerity, I saw trampled self-esteem ... You taught me how to enjoy the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing the South Mountain leisurely". I always want to live, or live meaningfully, in this era of cool thin, which is more popular than troubled times.

We can't live in Xanadu, we are all bits of stone chips in this bustling city. It is important to work hard because it is not important enough. I don't want to be detached, I just want to keep my heart.

May the scars left by thorns all the way be as beautiful as totems, may the skin worn by wind and sand ooze blood all the way to promote the rebirth of the body, and may you and I be in the upcoming oasis, smiling and embracing each other sincerely. Life is full of joys and sorrows.

If the man suddenly proposes to the woman after their death, will the woman agree?

There are often such scenes in TV dramas, and the hostess will of course say I do with tears in her eyes!

But why did I shake my head?

If it were me, after experiencing life and death, I must first take a long breath and feel that it is good to be alive. With this feeling, I watched everyone around me become more lovely, but that's all. Even if it is someone else who is with me in life and death, I should feel that we are very good, but it has little to do with love.

As time goes by, I have been changing. I am no longer a child, with long hair and a more distinct personality. I am no longer blindly ignorant and obedient to many things, and occasionally I will be opinionated. I am no longer the girl who can only recite correct answers.

The most ambiguous feeling is the lost feeling, and the faint heartache will unconsciously emphasize its importance when it is lost. Even things that were originally dispensable will become extraordinary at that moment, but what if these are just illusions?

We will meet many such people around us. They may be arguing about trivial things, cold war, anger, drunkenness, and a feeling of suffocation keep them awake. Finally, on an ordinary day, one party will try its best to do an extraordinary thing to save his lover. The other party is moved, and we are also moved. Even the onlookers are busy sending blessings with tears. One day, two days, before we met again, we heard that we had broken up. One or two extraordinary things are not enough to support the opposite of countless ordinary days. Maybe this is just a case around us, but the significance of this case is never just this case. It may be just an example, just one, just one.

We live together, with sunshine, haze, joy and crying. In ordinary days, we comfort each other and rely on each other. Our relationship will not break up because of a lover's words, nor will it be broken because of a broken heart, but it will be intertwined in ordinary days. Therefore, even though we have experienced life and death today, we are crying and embracing each other, and we are most grateful not for you, but for ourselves who have experienced life and death and cherish life.