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Drifting

Once upon a time, the once unchanging concept of home was changed by modern material desire, and no longer could see the warm picture of sunrise and sunset, which was woven by men and women. The stars of desire can be counted all over the sky, and there will be beautiful pictures of wishing for stars. People couldn’t be content with the status quo, so the body of the family was pulled to pieces by the carriage of dreams and desires facing all directions, and the last fragment was carefully packed in the memory box by the travellers. Human beings have evolved. In the era of accelerated information explosion, people have expanded the space a lot, but sadly lost a lot of things on the way of time. Forced to leave the hope, family affection, love, loneliness, confused… loaded in a void bottle, carrying colored glaze in other places. If every point in a foreign land is regarded as a post station, where is the end point of desire? Maybe the things that travellers are looking for are like the stars at night at the beginning, vaguely and faintly embedded on the back of the fragile rays of sunlight in the sky. If you try again, you may see the shining stars in the clear sky, or wait again, the sky is full of dark clouds, and the last star signs are erased. But most of the time we still spent the daytime happily in a foreign land until the dead of night. The inexplicable loneliness and the appearance of home in memory came slowly, driving away the vanity and sorrow in the daytime, although there are dense friends, brothers working together, and those who have helped in emotional career, the integrity given by family always outweighs the loss at this time, sometimes you want to reject this kind of seeking for integrity in a foreign land, but you become more and more lonely, because you don’t know who is your most sincere person and who is your most worthy person. He kept saying that he wanted to fight for home, but how many people knew the real concept of home. I struggled for it, but what I got was the final devastation. The Wanderer continues to load hope, family affection, love, loneliness, confusion… into a bottle of nothingness, throwing away the unknown, and the helplessness of getting comfort from the dispensable strange answers. Zeng Wen, a couple in Sichuan lived in seclusion in Lao Lin and lived an isolated life. During the day, the husband chiseled stone steps while the wife planted dry land. Modern people were surprised that modern people were incompatible, which was normal. Suppose that couple were also throwing drift bottles, then each step was a drift bottle color, and the end of the stone steps was their destination, because it was a place called home. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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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Floor Bar

[Introduction]: standing alone in the rain, the rain drops straight into the heart sea through the skin, making waves of ripples, a kind of confusion, a trace of nostalgia, a burst of loss. Tears gushed out of my eyes when I was thinking about love. Seeing the rain in the sky falling into the lonely heart like pearls, it was like a trace of cold wind blowing through the wounds that had not been healed for a long time. A burst of deep pain shook and woke up all the sadness and remorse in my heart. A pair of tearful eyes looked deep into the sky. How could I understand the vicissitudes of this world. The vast sea of people is like a light sand on the beach, with a trace of sadness and tenacity buried deep. I don’t know when a piece of yellow leaves was hit by the cold wind in front of me, seeing her losing her once soft face, and her roots and veins were convex on an aging face like wrinkles. Who abandoned her again? Who can she cry about? I am quiet, and really want to brush a sad song. I looked up to the forest, listening to the rustle of rain falling on the flowers and leaves, and a trace of memory stepped into my heart again. The sky was gray and the rain was hazy. We used to walk in the rain like clouds under a small umbrella. Drops of clear water fell down from the corner of the umbrella to her soft shoulder, and a trace of regret and chill suddenly appeared in my heart. He wanted to guard her for the whole life but forgot his weak ability, looking at her drifting away in the misty street like a leaf. Standing alone in the rain, the rain drops straight through the skin, making waves of ripples, a kind of confusion, a trace of nostalgia, a burst of loss. Tears gushed out of my eyes when I was thinking about love. I got to know her in the building Bar, love her as gentle as water and the purest kindness in the bottom of my heart. She was weak and lovely, and touched the world deeply. Seeing her dancing in the sea of flowers, in the dream, I want to fly with her in this life, but the dream is falling down and the pain wakes up. After leaving for a long time, our heart was unusually calm and sad. She mistakenly fell into the world of mortals, making her heart full of sorrow. She turned back to hate her mistakes, but her heart died. God means to fool people, I hate that God is not pitiful. [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…