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This morning, the warm sunshine set off the Earth. Facing the morning sun in early winter, I wandered in the forest path. When we crossed the railway track, we remembered that when we fell in love, we often walked on the endless railway track and had distant dreams. That was already the memory of many years ago. The speeding train crushed the trace of time, and what remained unchanged was still the two-way round-trip track. The scenery along the road, the shadow many years ago and the warm picture have already become blurred! The intoxicated past was awakened by the roaring sound. Back to this moment, it is still a little strange to see the plants, trees, bricks, tiles, scenes and things that have accompanied you for many years. After living in this strange city for so many years, loneliness will still often invade. I don’t know what else I miss, do I miss my hometown? There is nothing left in my hometown, no …… at this moment, I am very sad, and tears are also circling in my eyes! I don’t know why the sadness at this moment comes from? As the saying goes: women are made of water. Eyes are like a stream that never dries up. Tears are the stream that never dries up! Perhaps the trivial matters are too complicated recently. In dreams, I often say those words in the daytime and even sleepwalk. At this time, what suffered most was the lover lying beside him, who was often beaten by me with stars in his eyes. Then I complained that I met the night wandering god. I don’t believe it. Once, really. I woke up with pain, and felt that I hit my leg with a snap. It hurt me when I woke up. This worries about the future of your lover. One day, will you murder your husband? I don’t know why I am like this? The lover said, the most important thing is to calm down, keep a good attitude and let nature take its course and everything will be fine. I believe, but I can’t do it! I know that I have a lot of shortcomings. Being a man is a failure, not capable enough, unable to go to the hall in the kitchen, hesitant and timid. There are very few people who can truly tolerate me. In this strange city, lovers and children are my dearest people. There is no one except them. Although they are accompanied, there will still be lonely times. It was a kind of mental suffering that they couldn’t understand, and they couldn’t communicate with it. What’s more, how could they communicate with a feeling that they couldn’t even understand! Therefore, I often attach myself to the Internet and place it in my words. Walking between the real and virtual scales, gradually, walking farther and farther. Facing the reality, I became less and less confident and could only lower my head when walking in the crowd. Sometimes what is the meaning of living in extreme thoughts? I once thought about getting away from the Internet and putting down words to be a little woman who wasted time; I also thought about going on a long journey to find myself, or go away from the world to the place where there is no trouble… but everything is so difficult that we can only struggle and struggle in the long time. Time is so long, but time is so short; The world is so big, but we are so small; Language is so light, but responsibility is so heavy; Distance is so close, but heart is so far. Walking across the world, but you can’t meet each other! Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…