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I was drunk, forgot to break my heart, looked around blankly, how gloomy it was to run alone. Wine into sorrow turns into tears of lovesickness, recalling the past, regretting the present, how to solve the worry, only du Kang. The water flows more when the knife is cut off, and the sorrow of lifting a cup is more sorrow. Drink your own wine, drunk others’ hearts, and numb yourself one Cup after another. Every nerve is full of the smell of alcohol, drunk oneself, but drunk others’ hearts. Heartbroken, silent loneliness, drinking all my thoughts, but unable to completely numb myself. Drunk, completely heartbroken. Drinking mellow red wine, listening to sad songs and smoking Lonely cigarettes, it turns out that you can enjoy yourself so much when you are lonely. Life is so happy. Zuiwo battlefield King Mo laugh, ancient campaign a few people back. The world of love is like a battlefield, rushing up and falling down constantly. Maybe every King in the world only cares about conquering rather than owning the same. Drunk, thoughts fluttering, tired, want to stop the pace of progress, once the sustenance is gone, you can’t call me high morale, I am doomed not to have you in my life. Drunk, drinking his own wine, listening to his own music, smoking his own cigarette. I am the only one left under the dim sky. In life, I should choose ordinary and peaceful life. Through the love and pain in life, the life went into peace. Another year, the annual rings carved a deep mark. Looking back, the years were gone and blank. Happiness, anger, sadness and sorrow five flavors where does life go? I can’t define my life either. I have thought a lot about bustling cities and quiet and beautiful villages, and I have had many contradictions. I spend all my time thinking about problems of one kind or another, and I feel the ups and downs in the ordinary. All thoughts melt in a constant life. Time cannot hook my memory. It is very vague and vague. It seems that yesterday, today and even tomorrow are the same. Thinking over and over again, the way out of life does not seem to be confused or plain. Life is so lonely, so lonely. Lies and perfunctoriness made me deeply distressed. A constant life rule made me involved in the blind path of life. In the end, there is a blank memory. I only know that every day is the same life. The track of life is always changing constantly, and there is only human thoughts invariably. In the ever-changing life, looking for loss and balance, and the thoughts are flying, what on earth is it? There is neither a good start nor a good ending. Why is the ending? Maybe it is a kind of life that I am looking for, changeable and changeable. No love, no hate, and no anger. Looking back quietly, my memory has gone away and I am indifferent in my heart. No one can understand my sadness and pain. The reality is always so cruel. What is nothing? Now I finally understand. The result is so pale. Thousands of words turned into a wisp of clear sound across the love and pain in life. Through the memory, the season is not there, leaving only a pile of ashes. [Responsible editor: yi er]] 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…