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A person, after thinking for a while, find something to do and pretend to be busy. Alone, huddling up, looking for warmth, the sky was getting dark, and the cold came as promised. The light of a person is gloomy and turned to bright, but the eyes can’t stand the light any more. I went to the supermarket alone and bought a lot of things. I didn’t know what to eat, but I still went Aside. I didn’t know who to ask and what to eat. A person’s room, suddenly surrounded by the empty space, the refrigerator occasionally worked, a dull sound, poured a glass of water, the sound was still clear echoing in the ear. The sound of a person, the music you like, the decibel on the top, no matter how loud it is, no one cares. The air is vibrated violently, the dust is scattered, and the eardrum is painful. Even if a person is unwilling to cook, he will never dare to taste the taste of instant noodles. The sound of eating instant noodles is circling around the room. At that moment, you want to cry a little. A person, after finishing the meal, sat in front of the dining table, threw it down after eating a few mouthfuls. A person, washing the bowl, making a sound in the pool, dared not to think why such sensational words were needed. A person wants to make a phone call, but he doesn’t have the courage to put it down gently. A person wants to send a text message, but there is no reason to keep it secretly. A person, fluffy hair and stubble that hasn’t been shaved for several days. A person cannot see any star clearly in the night sky. He wants to go back to the room to get his eyes, but suddenly he feels ridiculous. The first quarter moon lacks a big corner. How about the full moon and the lack of Moon? Will someone help you count the stars and sit quietly with you. A person, the sunset, the sunset is boundless, not warm. One person, balcony, dare not overlook, Breeze night. One person, in the morning, the window was Frost, suddenly love snow. A person’s long street, deep and long, is not an illusion. One person, the park, watching double chairs, leaves stacked. A person, on the roadside, looking at the distance, came to the car, did not know which city is the next stop, unable to take, and did not know which city to go. A person, walking, falling leaves on the ground, scars on the ground, the involvement of leaves and trees, like the edge, was blown off by a gust of wind, sleeping for thousands of years. Standing alone in the corner of this city not far from you. Quietly and gently, flowing away, walking, without purpose, without purpose. A person, the rubbing sound of pen on paper, the sound of turning books, the broken memory, everything, writing thoughts, writing thoughts. A person, tired, tired, it was already early in the morning, gradually fell asleep, forgot to cover the quilt, no one helped you cover the quilt. Or one day, I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, outside the dark window, the sky was waiting for the sky light to occupy one second, and what were you waiting for? Looking at the ceiling blankly, watching the dust falling on my body, waiting for the dawn, waiting for the suffering of the next day, waiting for the initial aging and the so-called beauty. A person, write a sentence, afraid of being alone alone, so refuse a group of people to have a carnival, refuse, but you are still lonely. A person, the sky, looking up at the big blue, only a pale and lonely cloud, at this moment you think of yourself again. One person, quiet, dark quiet; Light quiet, clean. One person, quiet, quiet; Dead, quiet. A person, looking at the photos on the screen for a long time, a long time… a person, thinking of a person, is not just talking. 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…