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How long I haven’t written a diary, maybe I can only calculate it from the date of the previous article. The confusion of life makes people unforgettable in love and fearful in hate. I so said. At the age of one year, nobody has done anything, and anyone has lost patience with me. Doubt, violence, scolding, ridicule, ridicule, sarcasm, contempt, all kinds of …… Pandora’s box opened for me in others’ hearts …… I am the alien who was not protected by the gods in their hearts, facing the cold and frosty eyes and high-pitched sniffs, I began to doubt how long I could hold on to my persistence and pursuit of beauty? For life? Keep silent, time will tell me. Time is the truth, as I always say. Every decision of him could not be questioned and changed. Anyone and anything in front of her were so tiny and humble that they could only show pity for her paleness and helplessness. But I tried to steal the beauty of time in a closed space, but in a morning when I was not aware of my absence, I found that not only did I not steal the beauty of time, however, he was stolen by time. He only left me the loneliness without beginning or end. My dream went into a boundless red tea, but I soon found that there was no touch I wanted in this beauty and happiness. When beauty became flashy, happiness became boredom, I don’t want to go deep in a hurry, and I can’t find the way to come. I cursed …… begged …… just like a man lost in the desert, waiting for a tear that could drown me. But years may like my words, so she will send me a gift every day, with the literati feelings that have teased me, that is the color of the evening, just like a woman who is soft and soft, Manman turns into my eyes with the body of betting, just like an ethereal melody trickle into my heart, the moment of staying, it transcends my soul and makes me remove all kinds of temptations in the secular world. I have tried to associate with SA color, a rocking chair, a candle, a cup of Pu’er tea, a music of Sala, a lighted Love me, the relationship between me and Mo se started in this way …… in the space where there were only two of us, she gave me unspeakable happiness. At least, at this moment, she is the lover I will love for the whole life, and I will respect my bosom friend forever. At least, the night wind will bring my soul to kiss her pale pink and purple face at this moment. In every evening of the appointment, you are always so beautiful with light makeup. How much I am want to pour out to you: Please stay, let me take a look at you again …… do you know? Even the dim candle on the desk imitates your beauty lazily, trance at your tiny neon, and Wanshun becomes a sad and unawakened illness. What else can be more beautiful than you, and can make my heart sway, make me not want to wrap my eyes, and I don’t want to look back on the joys and sorrows of lovers in the secular world, I don’t want to open my heart to accept this too misty secular world any more. There is no material desire of wine and candle, and no feeling that the heart is dim when the world is cool, but I will forget those days and nights that make me suffer many sins, and all kinds of men and women who accompany me to waste my time. As long as you. Even if my future is just wandering, wandering in the wind and Moon, singing songs, playing flute, and buying a few copper coins everyday, that’s all right, without the flashy of carved beams and the vulgar taste of wine and meat. As long as you. I am fearless. But what is the softness on my face at this time? So cold is the touch I fear most. Tears? Time has told me that tears are hot, which can burn my lover’s heart. Is your heartache? The sky is wet and seems to be crying, just like singing your almost silent Plain Song. [Editor in charge: Yu Yiqi] Zan (essay 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…

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Farewell mom, you go to heaven where you have your last home I finally hold your rough hand put a white flower beside you confused sunset quietly falling melancholy night sky hanging the dilapidated moon bud I am wandering I have gone home my sad tears melt into ice heavily frozen in the high Himalayas never melt away mom don’t mom mom how many times you wake me up in dreams wipe my tears gently you have to read when you were too stupid and seriously ill in life, mom still remembered my birthday. Send those boiled eggs to my home. Hot eggs rolled on my forehead and scalded my white hair. You must eat it when you are one year older. It is in front of my mother. I can never grow up. Leave, Mom. Don’t, mom. You are used to living a hard life, you are not willing to be luxurious in order to save a few cents, you have learned how to be a tailor, learned how to cut hair, not used to eating big fish, big meat, only like light rice, coarse tea, go away Mom, mom if I lose my mother, I will lose my home. Tears wet my Crazy Heart. My dream is no longer false. The title of Mother is priceless. How long the road can’t be repaid in my life. It becomes shorter in front of my mother. How much higher the mountain becomes shorter in mother honor how much money is not as good as mother’s sparse white hair son sucked mother’s milk dry mother’s blood is also very cheap mother farewell mother I only have memories and a flower that will never wither dark night hurry up, the day of Dawn will be covered with red clouds. Go away, Mom. Goodbye, my beloved mother. I will remember your words. Be a grass on the Kunlun Mountain. Don’t be a Magpie. [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…