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Malicious love

If I could hold your hands so gently, I would surely hope you could understand the memory in my hands… I once said that I would love it very much, but now, it is just the size of several meters of sunshine. Besides sunshine, it is cool and dark. Besides sunshine, you are not there. Besides sunshine, you said you would leave completely, I heard someone say that there is no reason for you to marry and fall in love with you, but when I fell in love with you, everything about you became the reason why I love you… including any reason of you, including any event of you, made me remember you more clearly, all urge me to love you more, all make me heartbroken and want to laugh. I can’t see the flowers I want are blooming on someone’s face, or I’m waiting in a bleak way, or the grievance that was innocent enough to say many years ago is not a grievance; The lover that can be robbed is not a lover. Maybe this can comfort yourself more, you are just loving her, she didn’t take your feelings into consideration. She_-_didn’t love you so much, but it was hard to say. It turns out that if you really love someone, your heart will be sour, but you will not be able to say anything, sweet words, most of which will be said to irrelevant people. However, when I was in a panic, I still wanted to cry from the bottom of my heart. Let the tears be buried to sacrifice my lonely love. Suddenly I found myself so great, great as long as the person I love will be happy, I will be satisfied. I even start to worry about whether she will feel a little wronged because she is no longer alone, but I still admit my selfishness, selfish thinking, if her happiness would belong to me, if she could understand my love for her, if what she cares about is me rather than others who somehow feel warm in this world is not the hot water bag, the electric stove, the air conditioner, but the hands of others, but I have never experienced such warmth. I look back again and again, but I can’t see anything but forget nothing. What should I do? A generous smile? Very hypocritical don’t care? Exaggeratedly continue to play your clown? The sky is dark, and we will eventually be separated. I once wanted to draw with you, draw a painting belonging to us with our hearts, regardless of whether it is sour, sweet, bitter or spicy, the time with you is my golden time. I don’t care whether it will last for a lifetime, whether the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, whether it is perfect and flawless, whether it is dazzling, having your son is my happiest son who wants to say something, but there is no way to talk about it. If you want to say love, you can’t. If death could change the love I once had, I would spend my whole life waiting to forget. Sometimes it is the most honest and bravest answer, but I can’t do it. I don’t have such a broad heart, I don’t want to reveal such a wretched answer. It will isolate us from my thorough painful time. I hope you will miss me from time to time. I think childish that we will never separate, but now it seems to add a premise, that is, unless you have the will. The sky is bright, we will still separate. If you don’t face it, all the questions just don’t exist? If you don’t expect it, you can walk more smoothly now. Maybe, but that is really a broken heart. If this is a dream, please let me never wake up again. Almost all fairy tales start from a splendid encounter between Prince and Princess. While complaining about the conventions of the story, I jumped down willingly, obsessed with it.. The expectation of dementia the invisible imagination there are some people who will never be together for the whole life, but there is a feeling that can be hidden in their hearts for the whole life. Maybe there will always be a scar as big as that among those people, which will spray blood once a touch. There should be at least one time in one’s life, forgetting yourself for someone, not seeking for results or peers, I don’t want to have it, or even ask you to love me. I only hope to meet you in my most beautiful years. Then I love you, you spend your life with others, I am still smiling sadly, I pray for happiness for you sadly, with tears, I miss every bit of youth I have lived together alone. One is a gorgeous and short dream, and the other is a cruel and long reality. If meeting is a kind of beauty, acquaintance is a kind of joy, and knowing each other is a kind of happiness. So in love? Luxury! Pain luxury! Self-abuse nostalgia I like fairy tales because I regard them as childhood. My childhood I am the most beautiful. There are my green love, my painful memory, my shy memory, and letters, words or words that I believe to be true. I once thought, A person’s life is good. But that’s what I think! In fact, I am jealous, I hate! Hate myself, hate you, and hate the so-called indescribable love. I am like a matchstick, burning out, and the Dawn has not yet seen the end. But after all, the dead dust can not be revived, and the broken mirror has never been recovered. I understand now, or sigh with emotion that if you catch up with someone, you will love him more, then you will always lose him. Then, you catch up with another one, he loves you more, then you will leave him sooner or later. Until one day, when you meet someone, you think you love each other. Finally, I understand that all the search is just a process. Before day cliff, now your reach. Sadness became the afterword. At that time, at that moment, you walked in like this, then walked away gently, leaving the temperature and regret, such a cold temperature, such a heart-wrenching regret you said you didn’t want to grow up, then haven’t we grown up? Sometimes you are like a child, so lovely that I forget everything. Naked words are about my naked heart. What is hidden in the bottom of my heart is not to hide on purpose, but not all pains can be shouted. I know, maybe it will be greater if I hide it better. Just follow the path of my tears falling back. There is no light ahead, but miss it, sad nostalgia may be something that makes you feel better. Looking at the fleeting time in my eyes, I believe that you really loved me, just like I really did it for you at the beginning, but I kept keeping a diary. I didn’t know whether it was a pen or a memory. My habit was no longer a habit. Maybe after a long time, I finally learned to smile and think of her, no tears fall down again, I hope tears can flow cleanly, and I won’t have any more in the future, but I have reminded myself before, saying, that was the last time I was moved to tears for your words, but now I am still repeating the last time last time. You are in my memory and even in my diary. If one day you get married, but the bridegroom is not me, I think, I will cry like a city, but these are the inescapable reality in the near future. You are still you after all, and I am no longer the one who owns you. Recalling is short and long, the only thing I didn’t do well is that I love you. I can no longer say such ambiguous words to you so generously. Xiao Si said, those boys taught me to grow up and girls taught me to love, but there was someone who taught you how to love,, you can’t love that person any more. You are not wrong. It is my moths who always think that in the original place, if there is a original me, there will also be an original you. You will definitely let me stand in the heart-broken place, gently tie a knot, a kind of sewing, prevent the pain from flowing out again, but there is no chance to struggle with the ending and concise process, if you get entangled again, you even feel greedy. Yes, who in the world is not greedy? However, I was greedy in my memory. You said that I would be my girlfriend on the day I confessed to you. We agreed to climb mountains, compete and travel together, but you would become someone else’s so-and-so, at such a forked intersection, you are on the left, I am on the right, you are reluctant to turn back, and I am only silly to let tears slip through my eyes, don’t want to write, don’t think about it, in short, that kind of sad, humble, simple and pure love makes me miss it very much, heart-wrenching and tearful. Just a little memory will make my face burst into tears, love, it really makes people cry, hehe, smile, it’s so simple, so it is enough to be an excuse to comfort yourself if the whole city writes that thinking about suddenly I don’t know why I cried the second part a few days ago, I was not calm, so I wrote this diary sadly. A few days later, I found that many people reprinted it. I was extremely excited and looked at the old sky with a tangled mind. I didn’t know, how many people have been bruised in love? I don’t know how many people have responded to the thought of grief theory. At least, I should be counted as such a person. Since it can’t heal, let the scar be covered by the gorgeous appearance. Anyway, when you feel painful, as long as you show your painful appearance without exaggeration, who will know?? All of us are clowns standing on the stage. Since we want to perform, don’t let the audience feel too pessimistic. Our mission is to play our role well with our childish appearance, the director is himself, the actor is himself, we direct and act by ourselves, but we can’t arrange and compile by ourselves. The script is not fixed, but when we meet ps halfway, we should try our best to modify our acting skills, since we are good at pessimism, we should subvert our image on the stage and make our life drama be regarded as a Hone drama by the audience, this effect may be more effective than thinking about good thoughts to continue the play. Before leaving, I said to my female friend who is the most intimate friend in this life: don’t cry any more, and I will not indulge my tears arbitrarily, we will still grow up. I am shocked by her love when we grow up. She is as steadfast as the little girl. She lives and lives for love, even if the little girl has disappeared and no longer appears in my world, I still bless them and hope that the dead can smile peacefully in my life. There is no one but you, me and him. You may no longer be you, and I may no longer be me, he can be no longer him, but the road he has traveled and the plot that occasionally wakes up by dreams at night always remind you that you were you, and so was I. I, whether he used to be him or not, after all, we can’t change what we have experienced. Since today will be regarded as once in the near future, then when we recall the so-called once proposition in the near future, wipe away a tear from the corner of our eyes today. Everyone’s mentality and expression are different, you will know who has difficulties, the same theory, otherwise, who will deliberately want to know your difficulties, unless they accidentally see your artificial expression I belong to sunshine, my love was just outside the size of several meters of sunshine. I stood out accidentally, but I didn’t know how far I was from that sunshine, this is the only reason that deserves regret and sorrow. I only know that outside the sunshine, it is shady and dark. Outside the sunshine, you are not there. Outside the sunshine, you said you should leave completely and leave your own missing, the life of a person who leaves you, in this way, I will think every day, how much size can sunshine shine, and whether the warm person in it will be the only person, perhaps, in the Sun, the shadow part, the shadow I once left, is still holding my territory stubbornly for me, I said, why can’t I find my own shadow? Sometimes, I use different ways to release my depressed things in my heart. There will be different effects. Everyone is accumulating and enduring. When they find the outlet to vent and explode, I think a question is, what is life? Maybe this question is very corrupt. Many people have asked it or asked it back, but no one can really realize it. So do I. I don’t understand, but I know, life is a story that is constantly finished in the next stage driven by time, and then continues to play the next plot. Even if the story ends and comes to an end, we still don’t want to believe that this is the end, so we start another story in our memory. Sigh, consciousness and emotion are just a matter of a moment. We just add an exclamation mark in the process of approaching perfection. 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. 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Winter Night

I looked at the place where flowers once bloomed in the distance. My memory spread in the dark night of winter. I wanted to fly into snowflakes and drift away in the sky, but I couldn’t, I can only pad my toes. I passed by and missed your window edge. I was chasing and thinking about my love for you. It’s snowing. It’s a little cold. I can only helplessly watch the snowflakes all over the sky hiding under the street lamp waiting for you to appear. The snow buries my toes I am longing for someone to hug me and give me a short warmth but how many people of a wandering cat will give me luxurious love I can only pass through the glass outside the window imagine that I leaned lazily beside the stove and the snow seemed to bury everything, including my memory, belonged to me. The romance of a cat I jumped on a bare branch to fight against the cold from the north. I hope I can drive the winter away and return to my favorite spring. It snowed. The snowflakes of cats record the snow of cats. The snowflakes of cats depict the spring. I jumped off the branches but accidentally hurt my ankles. I endured the pain and went to the south. Under that fence, because I remember that the sun would shine on the fence every spring, giving me the warmth of spring. Suddenly, stinky fish flew one day, which was the last pity that people gave me. I don’t want it, don’t be so humble and pitiful. I went to the Riverside to recall the scene I used to fish here, but now there is only the river covered by ice. I jumped onto the ice. The cold made me numb and made me forget the danger. Chasing on the ice like a butterfly, touching the broken snow, I suddenly found that I had reached the most horrible middle of the river. I wanted to run back, but God would not give me another time. I heard the ice burst. There was a sad and heartbreaking call in front of me. The ice was shattered like snow into pieces. I fell into the abyss of death that I couldn’t touch. I struggled and hoped that someone could understand the language of a cat asking for help. I sank, I slowly sank into the water surface, I opened my eyes and finally saw my master’s favorite snow day, I said goodbye, say goodbye to the world I love and hate. I am as deep as the bottom of the water and still open my eyes because I am eager to see your appearance at the end of my life. But ~~ I won’t understand. From the day you left me, you are doomed not to snow again, I am still burying all the things about me in the past and I have turned into snowflakes flying over your window the snowflakes of cats and cats are just for the Last glance of you to meet my wish of praying when wandering the cats and cats are calling you name, have you ever heard that the snowflakes of cats are flying in the heart of cats all over the sky but they are frozen in the river forever? You can see that cats come to see you, although your embrace finally melted me in the world ~ ~ [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…

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Love

[Introduction]: Will children without love become lonely? Will children without love become selfish? However, what should those children who have become accustomed to being alone do? There are a lot of love in the world, and love will be favored when fate comes. When you are alone, you often think of a sentence: love is actually accompanied by someone. The more people grow up, the more lonely they will be? I always feel that there are fewer and fewer people around me. Shuttling through the crowd alone and occasionally stopping to look at the blue sky overhead, I felt something was missing at hand. No matter how warm the sunshine is, it can only slowly open in my heart. Sometimes I met a group of birds or a kitten on the road, whose lovely appearance was adorable, so I couldn’t help stopping to see more. The corners of the mouth raised a lovely smile, suddenly longing for a pair of gentle eyes. In the vast sea of people, which year, month, which day, which person? Empty Hearts, probably all want to have a person, exclusive to yourself. The hands of friends are also warm, but friends belong to everyone. Maybe they are in love, just in love with the exclusive companionship. If you have someone to accompany you, can you not know who to send it to when you pick up the phone? Is it possible to think of some boring endings without waiting in the hospital? Don’t you have to do a lot of things when you are stupid? Is it possible to watch your lonely shadow grow longer and longer by yourself at the night when the lights are on? I go left, are you going right? Have we ever passed? Have we ever met? Or are we in summer and autumn, but we have the same yearning at the same time? Are you waiting for me like I am waiting for you, or are you looking for it? I am here, do you feel it? But before you appeared, I was still just a person. During self-study, I found it rained. People who don’t care about me can only figure out how to run back without being embarrassed. Without someone I cared about, I didn’t know if anyone would run back in a mess. Seeing interesting or touching stories, I can’t remember who I want to share with. I can only experience the beauty of them by myself. A person laughs to cramps or cries to love dearly. I don’t know who to tell the little feeling in my heart. No one can feel the spark of thought and no one praises my cleverness. Gradually learn to make yourself satisfied, and only make yourself satisfied. What comes to mind is how to make me better, but what I can’t imagine is how to make another person better. Therefore, the beautiful scenery is only left in the photo, the delicious food is only left in the mouth, and the beautiful singing is only left in the headphones. I always shook my head stubbornly and said that I didn’t need the troublesome thing of love, but at the moment of turning around, I always thought that I was just an ordinary girl who needed someone to accompany me. It always seems that I am proud to say that I don’t like it, but I am thinking about how to hide my self-abasement in the era of beautiful women like clouds. I always think that my destined person is not far ahead, but many people know that they are destined at first sight, and at second sight, they know that they are destined. So I still put away these loneliness and no longer imagine that there will be someone to accompany me. Will children without love become lonely? Will children without love become selfish? However, what should those children who have become accustomed to being alone do? [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…