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Morning, clear. Wind, cool. Hair, gently lift! Fallen leaves spread all over the floor, and a trace of sadness flashed through my heart! Stepping on the dead leaves, the sound of fragmentation is particularly harsh in silence! I dare not take any more steps. But the tree is always facing up and facing the high sky. It does not have the courage to face the scattered desolation, but does not want to live up to the intention and expectation of the fallen leaves. I stretched out my hand to hide something, but found that the time when I tried to stay had escaped from the fingers. Those nostalgia haven’t come to an end yet, and a period of time will become the past and become nostalgia! How much memory can our small heart hold? Is it already overwhelmed. Dragging exhaustion to maintain the beating of life, day after day, year after year. In memory, people and things recalled are all torment of the past to today. I think music is the only one that can describe feelings incisively and vividly. When I can no longer interpret with words, I am used to singing in a shallow way. To comfort sadness in this way! Why don’t you be lazy? What kind of perseverance do you have to maintain this endless running? Our innocent and immature smiling faces were taken away by you silently and without traces, right? Are you afraid of loneliness even if it is difficult? Therefore, we should constantly read everyone’s story. The sun rises and the moon rises. Is it your hint? And how can I do it, watching you leave everywhere like water in my heart. Maybe I should know something, and don’t give up looking for direction because of confusion. Maybe I should do something, don’t lose my dream because of it! The pen tip is dancing ballet on the paper, and my ideological trend is its dance music! There is its spinning and jumping footprints on the paper! In fact, we are just like a pen, looking for a place to stay on the boundless paper of society. Then write and draw your own excellence to realize your own value. Let time read and record. Don’t let down the expectation of love, unload something that is no longer meaningful, and then set sail briskly in the future Sea!

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