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[Introduction] After living in my aunt’s home, I finally understand that having a nest is a delusion for me. Now, I feel that unnecessary possession is a kind of burden and will eventually be lost. But also moved away. I don’t feel reluctant about the place I live in. Are you used to it? Unexpectedly, I just adapted to a brand-new lifestyle and had to face different lives. All these were like replays. I was tired of them and was afraid of such repeated performances. 2007.11.21. This day seemed to let me go back to 12 years ago, and the fragmentary fragments appeared in front of me slowly. Sixth aunt’s indignant speech, mother’s helpless and sad face, they made me feel the earthquake-like fight, his unrequited back, my helpless tears and panic mood, and deep, deep night, from this day on, I am a little girl who has no concept of father and conflicts of love. She grew up in a single parent family and was just a little girl. 2007.11.21. There was also a deep night, an aunt’s gushing, a mother’s haggard and cowardly face, and a scared me, no one can understand or know that I, with a calm face, have a sense of fear that cannot be smoothed, however. All this must be faced by me alone. I have walked through many similar alleys alone. I thought I had been brave for a long time, but the fact was that I clenched my fist and sincerely prayed for the Angel’s appearance. I was still so small, so naive that I hope someone can accompany me through this road and give me a shoulder to compromise at this time, but the reality is also very cruel, and the imaginary dream is just a fairy tale. I didn’t stick to liking this time any more, but simply thought of the person who just gave me hope. I came to this place where I had lived for almost two months, and began to sort out… after living in my eldest aunt’s home to seventh aunt’s, I finally realized that having a nest was a delusion for me. Now, I feel that unnecessary possession is a kind of burden and will eventually be lost. In addition to clothes and necessary daily necessities, everything else wants to be deposited in the bank. Of course, this is just a dream! Oh… throw away? No matter how forced they were, they obviously heard the unwillingness in the deep heart. To be honest, why didn’t there be such a bank? Forget it, you can lose everything! Look at maps, letters, and greeting cards. A myriad of thoughts. These things which were once regarded as treasures by me can only be waste paper now, and then the coins full of three little pigs are my only Collection. I will change them into paper money tomorrow. …… Lost, lost all, including my heart. At the moment when the wishing bottle was smashed, I looked at the paper cranes flying all over the sky, as if my dream, all my efforts and struggles were broken like stubborn and ridiculous bubbles. Tired, light, scattered… everything is over… everything starts again… [Responsible editor: yi er]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…