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Wood wild goose Nandu of the season, Liaoluo, barren, looked up, clear sky, desire broken nan fei yan! Holding the song lyrics in my hand, I was babbling, throwing my home and walking along the road, thinking about it, but I was affectionate and thoughtless. Suddenly I remembered yesterday’s Double Ninth Festival, and finally I picked up all the cold branches and refused to live. It was lonely and cold in Shazhou. A person, guarding Zhu window alone, frowned and locked, dejected. Boring, except killing time with words. Without it, hearing the sound of wild goose to break the autumn, wandering bitter. Going downstairs, strolling, following my will, then going to the library “aesthetic walk”, “History of Philosophy”, “History of Chinese and foreign art”, “tolerance” are all things I want to read. He was in a daze and spent an hour sleeping on the desk. When he woke up, he lowered his head, with his hands still resting on the table, resting on his mind, being careful and reading. It was dark, and he put books, went downstairs and had meals; I have to admit that I am very marketable. My classmate said that he would come today, Xinran. And, something happened, finally did not arrive, made me sad. I said sorry and didn’t take any reason. When I went shopping, I suddenly remembered that my hand-painted dynasty was nameless, I remembered that I had drunk laughing and accompanied the Emperor for three thousand times, I fell in love with poetry and wine, and I remembered how the owner of that gray scarf was! So I was in the mood to the bottom, buy cross stitch, pillow, example, marriage, his brother. The West Wind is dark for the New Year of China, but melancholy is a mixed thought. My roommate said: if Chai Chai will have an influence on his career in the future, it must be marriage and affection that you think too much! I laughed without saying a word, looked too heavy, and finally hurt myself! Leave the future to the future. I live in the present. Standing on the balcony, writing graffiti, the wind blew my hair. I saw people coming and going downstairs. Seeing the old woman in the family building picking vegetables, seeing a boy in the opposite Boy’s dormitory making a phone call, seeing people living like this, seeing the words I wrote are real, seeing my feelings, I can’t completely copy to the paper industry and bind myself completely. I said I would not force myself any more, but I still keep my emotions. Tears break the sound, the more broken the sound, the more tears dyed, the old red sleeves dance well. Outside the Mountain, outside the building, there is a faint Dawn and smoke. Suddenly humming, the silent age of may not be too far away to love each other. I suddenly forgot my promise to myself, and hypnotized myself day after day, and didn’t know how to take it to my leisure. Began to forget text. Also, look at the text. Also, I began to try to record the words that could record my own accidents. Now it is night, while surfing the Internet, I remember that I haven’t returned the latest text message from Huihui. I think my bed is messy. It took me a long time to sort it out in the afternoon. I was very lazy and always worried about the moon. Tearful Chief Angels, in the silence among the hazy flowers, dreamlike, holding a bow, from the powerless violin. Holding a bow from the powerless violin, this is the happy time of your first kiss. My dream of torturing myself is skillfully intoxicated by the fragrance of sorrow. Proficiently intoxicated in the fragrance of sorrow, I neither regret nor feel bitter to make it, and I have gained something from my dreamy heart. I wandered on the street and stared at the ancient stone Road. The sun was shining on my hair. In the twilight, you smiled. I thought I saw the fairy wearing a bare hat. In the past, my happy childhood dream passed, from her hands which could not be held tightly, there were always flowers and white fragrance. It seems that I forgot how to end, but I don’t want to end. It’s really good to record my feelings with my own words. This is the first diary I wrote in the university. There is no new idea, and the old style is the same as before. It is very corrupt, without progress and degeneration.

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