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The unit gave out welfare during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The boxes of fruits were very heavy. It seemed inappropriate for a woman on the bustling street to carry two boxes of fruits and a bag of walnuts like this. What she knew was the holiday gifts sent by the unit, what I don’t know is probably associate me with a woman who sells fruits, hehe. I wanted to take a taxi to go home, but I thought this thing was not worth it, so I just took the bus. Fortunately, it was only three stops away from home. Fortunately, it was not as far away from home as other colleagues. I have never felt that the gate of the community is so far away from home, carrying a heavy box, and I feel that I can’t reach the end. I stop and stop, and my hands have begun to feel numb and have ligature marks, looking at the crowd of people shuttling back and forth, I really wanted someone to help me. I just knew that I wouldn’t. I insisted on it. I told myself countless times that my home was just in front of the corner, and I walked one step forward and one step closer, at least, compared with those roads in life, this was nothing, so I persisted until I got home. Lying on the bed wearily, I don’t want to move. I think the tiredness from my heart is better than that of my body. I turned on the computer and wanted to listen to music, but I couldn’t surf the Internet. It was said that there was a continuous rain when the house was leaking, which seemed to be enough for me. The customer service staff of telecom No. 10000 told me in a sweet voice that there was a problem in the building where I was located and I was in repair. I was dizzy. How sweet the voice of an unfortunate news could not bring people a good impression, so I hung up the phone, waiting, a dark wound hit me. The feeling of crying hit me all over my body. I picked up my cell phone and made the only phone that could be dialed, only to find that the other person was busy and tired, however, you can’t say a few words about your own sadness. Life is so fond of playing jokes with you. Even if you want to say it, there may not be someone willing to listen and helpless. There is only one kind of sadness that you know, and one kind of sadness that you need to bear. The computer can surf the Internet, turn on the music and start listening to those sad songs that want to make people cry, the memory includes not only those distant times but also the imprints of those seemingly still-existing time that just passed away. My friend called me to ask for the 100 book lists that I was going to send me, which made me not know how to express my feelings. The help was only for the touching of my words. My friend’s words were undoubted, whether to accept or not, in fact, results have already been achieved. My friend’s determination made me unable to express the emotion in my heart even if I said 10,000 thanks. I don’t know how I can read 100 books full of my friends’ minds, but I have to work hard. Words no longer belong to my liking, I want to live up to those who like it. My friend didn’t know the smile on this side of the phone. I tried my best to restrain the wet rim of my eyes. My friend didn’t know that my language expression ability was far from smooth as I wrote, most of the time I don’t know what to say and how to express my inner feelings. On a continuous cloudy day, the air was filled with humidity and coldness, and there was little rain. I felt a kind of cold in winter, wrapped the quilt all over my body, listened to the sad music of exile, and felt a kind of exhaustion. In the rain, I saw my stubborn self, with a hard shell, drying up arbitrarily. I wanted to cry and held the doll around me tightly, but I couldn’t resist the cold behind and curled up under the quilt, finally, my sight blurred and my face got wet. Inexplicable sadness, inexplicable tears, I don’t know why. The phone call of a friend, the head portrait showing leaving, and the memory of the past appeared in front of my eyes like old yellow photos, tangled and mixed in my heart. Maybe the memory about Mid-Autumn Festival is always full of tragic Gray. I don’t know how to cut off my strange face overnight from the past. In the lonely world, I can see the incomplete happiness, I can’t go back to the original point any more, and there is only a rainy and miserable autumn night left. When I fell asleep, I felt the warmth of the doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly. The warmth of the doll would not leave. I curled up my legs and kept running in my dream, I kept searching but there was no corner that could stop me. I felt insecure in the rain. I woke up at one o’clock in the morning and heard the music which was still single cycle singing lonely. In the black night, it seemed that there was a moon hiding in the middle of the tree. Through the curtain, the hazy moonlight was shining in the cold night sky after the rain. Turn off the computer and look at the Cold Moon quietly. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, whether it is round, bright and lonely. When I think of my own words and the appearance in a distant place, sadness still exists, but it becomes another feeling deeply buried in my heart, hidden in the deep sea five thousand meters below. The night was very deep and very cold. I added a quilt to myself and felt warm. I gradually woke up at 01:30 in the morning, looking out of the window quietly, watching the shadows of trees and the dim moonlight, feeling the cold after the rain, feeling the lonely but not decadent heart sea. I am grateful to my friends for their gifts, for their distant concerns, and for all that my words have brought to me. The night in the early morning is so quiet, the I am in the night is so sober, I haven’t woken up in the early morning like this for a long time, I haven’t felt the quiet night like this, even though the rain is sad, even if the beauty is incomplete, how can we stop. Gathering and scattering are both fate. If fate is natural, it is leaving. If it belongs to oneself, it will never run away. It is not dancing with the wind, nor drifting with the current, but a kind of upward letting nature take its course, it is a kind of indifference that still needs efforts. Although loneliness is indispensable, and sometimes it will be decadent, it will never trap itself in prison. Maybe it will anaesthetize nerves with alcohol, or use cigarettes to drive away loneliness, but it will never be deeply trapped. Lighting up my younger brother’s cigarette in the living room, feeling its smoke rising slowly in the night and gradually turning into nothing. Not every woman who smokes is decadent, and not all women who wake up late at night are sad. The road ahead is long. They just need a way to vent and a quiet space. The sky is slightly bright, and the residual rain may come again, but I know it will be sunny after the residual rain! Like (prose editor: Yue ran) 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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[Introduction] after several exercises, she still couldn’t do typing. If she couldn’t win, she would run away. 886. Click the photo album, and you have to answer the secret code: Inuyasha. If the brain is broken, it is not right and cannot be opened. Click QQ space, such as shopping in supermarkets and entering farmers’ markets. I didn’t know that I typed a few words and learned to surf the Internet. I also came to keep pace with the times. After going down the net, I got a lot of gains: muddled and rare, fate is you, Asian glory, Lotus in the rain, flowers in the fog, rain and Ping, ringing in the corner, hurry and hurry, a bowl of tofu, potatoes, banana, Bud White, amaranth, leek, mineral water, watery, poor pig, came, with distinctive personality, colorful and dazzling. Purgatory♀e make↘, ‘Chun men *, (り husband, silence to me], Yi Yun, WHY, etc. 1. Life, Wood wind, Wood Wood, @ hi/? Needle @, what is bad and warm &, Bao Li cat, a man & loneliness, {Yi Hao, ※. There are characters in it, which resembles pictographic oracle bone and is suspected to be unearthed in Yin Ruins; Although there is nothing to do with the dictionaries of Xinhua and Kangxi; It is still time for research and identification. Are strokes written in Japanese or in Japan? Really zi hai boundless. Why bother thinking about these? The online technology is high-tech, so I will study hard. But I surf the Internet three days fishing, two days of drying; Opposites attract, chat not with edge. When encountering new netizens, you must throw stones to ask for directions. Bouyi: Hello, it’s easy to seduce you! Netizen: Why do you flirt with me? Boui: It’s really good to use new weapons now. Although I don’t know each other, netizens: What new weapons? When he was speechless, the doorbell of QQ rang, the Bodhisattva on the screen stamped, and old friends came; The video screen was shaking and hitting the door. There was something urgent. Click the mouse and open the door as soon as possible. Here comes, here comes: Did you steal my food? Bouyi: I can’t sip the vegetable. Why did I steal it. Online theory. She typed so fast that she could only hear QQ ringing, like a Telegraph; I had to pull out the skill of making up the pot. Here comes, here comes: Ha ha, I am still chatting and planting flowers and roses. Boue: Don’t you worry about being stolen again? I will steal yours. Here comes, here comes: dare you! I surf the Internet a few days later. Xiang Xiang came and started QQ chat when he came. Boue: Hello, come, come: Come, come. Who? Bouyi: good people. Coming, coming: what kind of work? Bouyi: Report to the imperial army, my eighth route is big. Here comes, here comes: Yours is not honest. Bouyir: I have learned from the actual recruit. Your flower girl’s big. Here comes, here comes: your bad intentions, my old woman, bask in the valley. Boue: is the secret code matched? Here comes, here comes: Yes. (Pattern: watermelon, the work of Mi Xi mi Xi) after several exercises, typing still couldn’t help her. If she couldn’t win, she would run away, 886. Click the photo album, and you have to answer the secret code: Inuyasha. If the brain is broken, it is not right and cannot be opened. Click QQ space, such as shopping in supermarkets and entering farmers’ markets. “Zhuanzhuan” we will meet in a few decades and send them to the crematorium to be burnt into ashes. You and me will be sent to the fields to make fertilizer. When I came out of the Internet cafe, I didn’t know the West and the East. I bumped into a tree on the roadside. A Bayberry island appeared on my brain, which made me angry. I set up a computer, installed a network line, and stayed at home. Where did? There is nothing to do on the Internet, and there are friends coming from the Internet, which is not a big deal. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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. 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Sister,

[Editor’s note]: simple language reveals this affectionate family affection, which is sincere and touching. Treat your sister with your heart and interpret her with your soul. As long as the article can impress people and express their deep feelings and sincerity, it is enough. The hazy night, the low Music, facing the computer, I was silent and clear. Sometimes, many times, since I was afraid of being alone, wasn’t I used to being alone? I have asked myself for countless times, but I can’t find the answer. Why is it so solemn and sad? Sometimes, when I am once lonely, I will think of you and your smiles, I think of all your words and the warm girl hidden in my heart. I have never called you so melodramatic. I am neither melodramatic nor affectionate. I have been from optimistic to pessimistic all the way, it’s all on my own. I’m sorry that I didn’t care too much for you. I’m numb, so it doesn’t matter whether I have it or not. It’s a heart-wrenching pain, and then it’s tears., I also read books on the clear desktop and the bluish sky. Sister, are you coming soon? Sister, I know how difficult it is for you to walk all the way. I understand, just like the warmth you said to me only stayed during the period when you were in hospital, I am sure to say, isn’t it? In fact, I know that we all need to care and be loved. We are children who lack love. Are we children? I hesitated. No, we have grown up. We have matured as early as that time. Do you know the temperature of your home? I don’t know. I only know that it is colder than winter. I have avoided stepping into the house for countless times. I just want to be free and wandering, and hide my sister. I have not forgotten that during that time, the torture of surgery, now that I have thought of the worst result, I don’t know if you can still smile and talk to the doctor when the knife passes through your stomach, but now? Can you still do it? Your happiness is no longer happy, and your smile is not as good as before. When I saw the ugly scar of your belly, with teeth and tiger claws, they were so hateful and must be very painful. I didn’t ask you, I am never melodramatic, sister, forgive me for ignoring you all the time, but how can I make up for it? Make up for all this, but can Childhood return to childhood? Sister, I can’t even find the childhood belonging to both of us, and the extravagant happiness. I know very well how hard and helpless we are along the way. Tears no longer burst the bank. Being alone and facing difficulties, without the comfort of parents, the support seems so expensive. The pain only makes you understand that when you see your classmate’s parents coming to school to see them, sister, will you envy them too? Do you also want to have such parents? I have envied and hated, which made me disguise my strength for a time. Sometimes, many times, I would comfort myself that I am different from other people’s children, that is to be more strong and mature. From beginning to end, there is always such a person accompanying you, that is, you in the mirror and your beloved sister lingering in your heart, when you are helpless, will you cry alone? Then wipe away the tears and smile again. Then, you will hear others say how happy and happy you are and how charming your smile is? Is? Then, you will say it’s good to be happy. In others’ eyes, what an optimistic child you are. When you can’t get others’ understanding, will you think of home? Do you think of your mother? Do you think of your mother’s warm hands? Do you need the support of your family? Do you want to listen to their opinions on you? Yes, I think what you need, but you will be scared, you will be disappointed, and then you will lose your sister. Do you love him? Does he love you as well? Do you sometimes need such a person to love you, love you, and then you give all your love, because when you love, he is your whole heaven, you like the feeling of holding you in your palm. You hope to have a bright future with him and a home full of love. Then you will be afraid and afraid of the loss of all this. Do you know? When Love has a relationship with two things, it will turn into soul-stirring. One is death, and the other is time. Death and time have become so pitiful, love and be loved, there are only forgetful and forgetful, selective happiness and sadness. Once upon a time, I have imagined all the beautiful and unhappy processes and endings. In the end, there are differences between good and bad, this is the missing beauty. Just, sister, are you happy? You are numb, aren’t you? You have been disappointed. Don’t be disappointed with everything around you. At least don’t be disappointed with yourself. I’m afraid to hear your numbness and all your unhappiness and silence, now that I am scared, especially when I am alone, I I am so nervous when thinking of you, can you understand? I just want you to grow up happily, but why do you seem to be unable to move happily, okay? Yes, sometimes I think about your happiness selfishly, just to reduce my guilt, just to make me feel better. Only when you are safe, can I do my own thing with ease, I am is so selfish that I can’t forgive me. I have said too much and too many irrelevant words just for what. I want to say a lot of words to you. I want you to understand,, you won’t listen to me. You are melodramatic to me, spoiled to me, and those are so luxurious and impossible. Are you happy? [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…