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June 1st, Children’s Day, Happy amount. I gave myself a big smile in the mirror, trying to say forgiveness. After staying at home for several months, I made myself look like an old woman living in a simple house, casually tied up hair and casually dressed. Let Xiao Ji shout again and again. Oh, mirror, what are you doing? I pretended not to see her exaggerated expression by making myself look like this. After she left, she didn’t see herself in the mirror, that embarrassed face. Oh, is it really a mess? Therefore, I cut my nails and put down my hair. Straight hair made me want to cry. Who, Happy Children’s Day and Children’s Day. Although, we are no longer children. However, please be happy. June 4th, quarrel, rain. The quarrel started because of some trifles went on endlessly. Who won after all? The winner lifted up his stubborn face and looked directly at the old and windy face. Yeah, I won. Facing his scolding, I just lowered my head and chose to treat it in silence. When he was tired of scolding, he stopped talking. I turned around and left. Leave him alone and the empty house. Yes, I won. Looking at his changing face, I smiled. Is that a happy feeling? Why, somewhere in my heart is crying. It should be happy. My heart is happy. For many nights, no one could feel me. I woke up from the same horrible dream, and then I couldn’t fall asleep any more. Once I closed my eyes, the same dream appeared again. The red color in the dream bloomed like snow. It can only be transferred to Tianming. Dragging the eyes of two pandas to see Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji always said, mirror, you have become ugly again. I laughed. When I am idle, I always surf the Internet, always stay, always stay. The world seems to give itself a lot. In June, it finally rained heavily. Everything disappeared in the first heavy rain. Including those hatred that will reproduce again, the crazy spread in this June. 6 yue 15, memory, heavy rain, a few days ago under a heavy rain, disrupted I think already packed upset mood. The rain flew outside the window, and the people in the room sighed alone. Yesterday, after drinking some wine and listening to their concern for me, I fell asleep without too much noise. Just sleep quietly. I think I should calm down. You should learn to be alone quietly, think quietly, and face quietly. He said: mirror, you should understand. Yes, I should understand that I shouldn’t go on like this, even saying what to pursue. However, I am still confused, flustered and fled in this familiar city. Facing their eyes, they finally chose to let them down and sad. In the day which is not white, I can see the light emitted from the night. I asked the date of today all day long, and asked again and again. I was finally a child who was afraid of time leaving. The weakness and heartbreak made me fall into some inexplicable abyss and stayed to the end. The music sounded quietly and calmly, letting the tears in my eyes flow down, dropping on the ground, the cable slipped down, scalding my face, and the tone of the quarrel was fierce, angry, angry, angry, impulsive, indifferent tone, but like a sharp knife, it hurts people straightly. Lights cast shadows on the wall, portraying them as wounds. Memory is like yellowed letter paper and faded old photos, yellowed and yellowed. They all became the past. This season is rainy, and it has been raining for several times now. Under the heavy rain, I got wet all over my body and smiled knowingly, feeling how familiar the scene was. There is only blurred figure left in my memory, a serious illness, which makes me completely and completely forget. They said that this was selective forgetting, and those memories were not important. From now on, the future is your brand new memories. I just nodded muddled, maybe I forgot it. 6 yue 25 this day, sad overwhelming attacks. I rolled up my painful body helplessly, and the pain from the top of my head spread through my body. Why is my head bloated, why is there a vague figure flashing in my mind, these questions without answers. I passed out. When I woke up, they all came back, and I kept silent. Maybe, they knew I was trying to recall. The typhoon in June came again as scheduled. The wind was very strong, and the flying hair was fluttering in the wind. I stood on the top of the building, looking up at the birds passing by in a hurry and the diary you left. My heart was hurt a little. June 30, everything really passed, everything, this month has passed again. A God, a moment, become the past. May those be safe. liu yue of story. In the silent years, I still fled in a hurry. 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You are a beautiful and reserved woman, with a faint mellow fragrance appearing in a smile, just like the wind chimes fluttering in the breeze, making people happy and intoxicated. I stood on tiptoe gently in Leyuan, watching the wind chimes tinkling. My mood was ups and downs. I woke up drunk, gathered and dispersed, and remembered that I forgot. It was a collection of mood. Deep in my heart, there is always a memory rolling in my mind. I thought I could put it down and I thought I would be strong. But the memory of emotion can never disappear with the passage of time, so we can only bury our emotions deeply. When the wind chimes of autumn are swaying and singing gently, the voice of sleepiness is so clear. The wind chimes of Leyuan kept swaying, and the pursuit sounded like a sound. The articles that opened my own space were typed one by one in my trembling hands, writing words that only I could understand, only you can feel your beating heart. When the emotion and wind chimes rang at the same time, you looked at me softly, drying my damp heart under the autumn wind, adding hazy colors to my mood. I put your tender feelings in my heart, and then opened up my own password to decode feelings. When I approach you, no matter from which angle I read you, I don’t know whether the night sky belongs to me is lonely or sweet. Soft sentiment, talking music, Mellow Tea, strong or shallow willingness, like songs, like fantasy, like intoxicated, let me walk out of a lonely side, along the path of autumn and dusk, put your thin lonely shadow into the dusk and write down a series of footprints that you are looking forward. The wind chimes rang gently, making Leyuan more elegant. You have stirred my colorful and disordered thoughts, and your ringtone has played a lonely season as a kind of hope. I want to say something, I only hope that when I stretch out my left hand and put it on your right hand, the wisps of willingness will flow in your lines until they flow in the rhythm of your life. 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…