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[Introduction] Zhang Xiaoxian said: in every woman’s heart, there is probably a repressed self waiting for release. I think it may be because of this that another me is hidden in my heart. Recently, chatting with people on the Internet or leaving messages in other people’s space is not like a normal person, playing a little temper, or making a noise like wanting to quarrel with others. Or this is the real self, like a child, so I have a little temper, but it is barely cute and lively. Maybe it is because it is not in the real world, so it is up to you to disguise or release yourself, and you don’t have to worry about the consequences. I always thought that I lost myself, but the behavior of these days made me understand that I didn’t lose myself, just because I was used to seeing a quiet, indifferent and calm face, I even forgot what I was like. I don’t deny that I am indeed a calm, indifferent and quiet person, so I acquiesced to what my friend said that you are indifferent, calm and ruthless! Words. Sometimes I look at my face in front of the mirror and see too much. I find that my face is so quiet that I am not angry. It seems that the three souls and six souls are silent. So this person, then I was quiet to the point of calmness, as if nothing could stir waves in my heart. Zhang Xiaoxian said: in every woman’s heart, there is probably a repressed self waiting for release. I think it may be because of this that another me is hidden in my heart. I am totally different from the I am shown to others. She is lively, optimistic, has a little temper, likes to play with little temper, and also likes to be naughty and fool others. And I am actually my true self. Just because she lost the clue to find her, she couldn’t be her again. I don’t know where to see it. There are three realms of Zen: At the beginning, I saw mountains as mountains and water as water; Next, I saw mountains as not mountains and water as water; Finally, I saw mountains as mountains and water as well as water. I think I have always been half true or half false, or close to full false. Now I look at myself, but it is true or false, gradually I can’t see clearly. The more I tried to see clearly, the more I could not see clearly in the end. I am just like a Buddhist who has reached the second level. When can I participate in the third realm? [Responsible editor: Ruoyu]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

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[Editor’s note]: a person is cruising in a troubled city. More or less there are some helplessness and sorrows. Use simple words to open your heart and light words to record sadness. If the city breaks again, my thoughts are so long. Welcome the author to prose online and look forward to your further contribution. (1) at that time, I always thought that the whole life would be long, and the mottled brick walls began to grow covered with moss. And I can no longer remember how many things I wrote have fulfilled. The winter of this city is approaching, and my idea of going to Shanghai is becoming stronger and stronger. I began to expect to meet a sudden heavy snow in the Bund. Wait and see in the posture of worshiping, just like looking up at the 21 years slowly passing by in my life, as strong and heavy as the old phonograph. The book says that every city will be a mark, so I leave a ticket for every trip. From Quanzhou to Fuzhou, there is only No Subway in the southern city and no coffee shop open to dawn. In L’s words, these things have been blank in my annual rings for 21 degrees in spring and autumn. (Ii) if the emotion for a city can be exiled to every migration, then when waving goodbye to GG, the plane I looked up and saw moved me more than the whistle of the oil tanker in the middle of the night on the Huangpu River. The hands I held, the farewell again …… life is still as usual, you may have forgotten many words I said, and I remember every word you told me. The ridiculous thing is that you will return to your life track with immature childishness, while I am still persistent …… at Jinshan bus terminal where sunshine runs through, I found the only one in this city. A all-night bus. The first class is 22:00 and the last class is 6:00. I like this kind of day and night subversion, and there is no difference between longitude and latitude. The fact of astonishment is just like Fuzhou in the South. We can’t find the trace of autumn in this city. Maybe many times, some things are doomed to be incomprehensible. Go or leave. Migration is a pool of swamps, and every step you take is an addiction. (3) maybe because of being good at forgetfulness, I began to get used to measuring the passing of time by the arrival or departure of a person. It has been half a year since I drove the city from the hot heat to the cold H, so I took the bus which was difficult to wait for 961 for half a year. I realized that what I feared three years ago was still in fear when I broke into the single-plank bridge again. Things have changed, but now the instant nestle under the desk lamp can no longer drink the smell five years ago. [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…