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Dream

The sky is blue, the clouds are fluttering, the streamer is easy to throw people, the silk is broken, and the banana is yellow. Yan Nanfei, Yi people get drunk, looking back, there are two or three people, where is the way back? Pink Pink, lips slightly open, eyes like clear streams, hair like waterfalls. Noise ear, buzzing, mind to say, canthus crystal slip, like Moon silver sand, magnificent vulnerable. Looking back, people went to the building, guqin was still there, a wisp of dark fragrance, just like a dream. Life is alive, just a dream. When I wake up from a dream, I will know the boundless 18 years, full of depression and sorrow between my eyebrows. Where should I go? Strolling on the bridge, looking around, the Willows bowed their heads, the green was dim, the cold winter was coming, and the North Wind was steep. Willow is like a stone looking at his wife in the wind, firm and tenacious, looking at everyone walking on the bridge, who on earth is its return? Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the time goes round and round, and the familiar north wind of the year, the old willows are looking forward to the heart, who on earth is it waiting? Perhaps the water under the bridge knows its mind best. It is waiting for spring and green. Time flies, the Twilight has come, the moon rises to the east, the spring water holds the moon and sings, the bright moon touches the water and laughs. Under the reflection of moonlight, the stream is like a silver ribbon. With gentle moon and clear water accompanying lonely willows, it is contented. In the spring of next year, it is the most beautiful. I miss the leisure and cozy dance in the wind. Now, it will wait quietly in the wind. Time flies like. People are getting older in time. I sigh with emotion a lot. The years have made people look old, but my heart is still passionate. When I was young, I should have galloped and started to pursue dreams and work hard. The fog dispersed and woke up, and I finally saw the truth, which was the silence that Qian Fan had gone through. My heart was like a wash. I raised my head to look at the sky, the bright moon was in the sky, and the stars were dotted. I looked at the city in my sleep, where the wind encompassed the tranquility of the night. The Moon sprinkled Silver Frost on the Earth, the stars blinked, and people were mottled. Beautiful night, beautiful water under the bridge, beautiful willows on the bank. 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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Lonely

[Introduction] when it is fragile, the fragile factors are always stimulated together and flooded out of control. I think of the lonely alley that I walked alone in recent days, which is dim. In recent days, in the battle with blood and tears, I have heard of carsickness, seasickness and airsickness, and I feel that this kind of thing is far away from me. However, only after truly experiencing this miserable experience can we know how profound it is. Yes. Carsick. But also train! I can’t remember when I got carsick last time, maybe five or six years old. I vaguely remember that I was on my way to see my aunt with my uncle. My stomach felt uncomfortable when I got on the bus, but somehow I shouted to eat ice cream. At that time, I thought ice cream was a magical and luxurious thing. I finally lost it after taking a few bites. Finally spit. Uncle brought plum and orange. Maybe I took care of it properly, but the impression of carsickness was blurred. There is no sequelae. After more than ten years, I felt carsick again, but I felt terrible. Everything seems normal before getting on the train. The train went south for half a day, but there was nothing unusual on the way. Until the evening, after crossing the Yangtze River, I began to have a stomachache, which was extremely uncomfortable. I don’t have any medicine. According to what the pharmacist said, looking for the acupuncture points under the knees and pressing them, it will gradually become better. I made a bowl of noodles at nearly six o’clock. Shibuzhiwei. I just remembered that I hadn’t eaten anything in a day and only drank two bottles of milk. In a daze, I woke up and slept. I didn’t know when and where I had been. When I woke up, I thought it was already early in the morning, but unexpectedly it was only 22:30. I drank some water, read a few pages of books, and then turned to shallow sleep. However, this time I was not as confused as before and turned sober after several seconds. Like in a dream. Only feel uncomfortable. It seems that all organs in the abdomen are going to be crushed and hollowed out, and the spirit is in panic and almost despair. The rumbling sound of the friction between the train and the rail in the ear vaguely came from a distant place, but it came into the ear heavily. Hitting the broken fragile nerve one by one, it seemed to be the accelerator of the internal grinder. I vaguely knew that I was so sad that I wanted to roll, and I was eager to lie on my soft bed at this moment. Maybe I just want the train to stop at this time. But in the narrow space, I couldn’t lie down and had no strength to stand up. The stomach is also rolling to join in the fun. I want to vomit but can’t spit it out. I want to cry but feel so sad that I don’t even have time to cry, and there is no tears to shed. I always felt uncomfortable, and the shaking car made my head dizzy. Suddenly I was afraid, but I wanted to be sober but felt that my spirit was still in a free state. The clamor was completely out of control. In an instant, a word flashed in my mind: the form and spirit are all gone. I think I will die like this. Is it possible to be free. At that time, I wanted to give up the struggle, so I just fainted. But in the next moment, I became greedy again, unwilling to be disillusioned. When you are a little sober, raise your hand and gently touch your forehead, then you will know that you have a layer of cold sweat. The touch is cold. I gradually realized that the clothes had been soaked, and the whole person must be as embarrassed as if he had gotten out of the water. The whole body is cold, and the cold permeated from the bottom of my heart. The car was still shaking constantly, the stomach was still rolling constantly, and the cold sweat kept seeping out of the pores. Air-conditioning shrouded body. Different from the cold and biting winter. The coldness in the winter is the invasion from outside to inside, while the coldness at this moment is completely from the bottom of the heart, gradually spreading outward and soaking. It cools itself and then freezes the surrounding air. It seems that I have been isolated from this world and can’t feel any temperature around. I don’t know how much the temperature in the air is. I just feel that the cold weather in winter is not terrible. Because people at that time were still warm. Right? The disgusting feeling has never disappeared from the beginning. I can’t lie down and feel uncomfortable when sitting. I should stand up and let my breath be normal. Holding the edge of the chair, he stood up steadily, but the sense of dizziness tended to increase, and he dared not to sit down any more. Holding the chair for a while, I looked at the watch, and it was nearly early morning. Almost all the passengers around are sleeping. Move to the washroom. Fortunately, the seat is not far from the washroom. Otherwise, I really don’t know how to get through the crowded passengers. Until entering the bathroom, the discomfort of tumbling stomach remained. The face in the mirror was gaunt, and the lips were even pale with no blood color. I was immediately shocked by myself. Head light against the wall waiting for Vertigo diminuendo. For a long time not Hui-Shen. I don’t know how long it took, the sudden knock on the door woke me up. When I opened the door, I saw a man’s enlarged face. He said that he had been in for a long time and asked if there was something wrong. Smiling and saying nothing, he moved back to his seat. But I was so tired that I couldn’t even afford a book. Slip in the seat. The cold sweat on my body has not stopped yet. Wrapped coat. The thoughts are complex and free. When it is fragile, the factors of vulnerability are always stimulated together, which are rampant. I think of the lonely alley that I walked alone in recent days, which is dim. In recent days, the battle was full of blood and tears, and the real and fake bitter tricks were both physically and mentally Haggard and exhausted. This is why! How much compromise, what you get, and what you lose. Even if the whole body retreated, it was just branded with the ridiculous word. Whether the dilemma we are about to face is a dilemma. Should go from here. The car was still shaking and slowly heading south. Discomfort still. Abdominal emptiness is more uncomfortable but I can’t eat anything. Neither dare to fall asleep nor fall asleep. Even if it’s just sleep. I am afraid that I am confused and helpless in the muddle. Next time, can you not let me go alone? 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…