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You said, meditation is a daze, and a daze is a daze that I don’t want to take intravenous drip alone. I will raise my head to see the liquid flowing into the blood vessels one by one, just like the passing that I can never catch. At night, my right arm was hurt. I said in my dream that the Red Mansion missed me and the world bullied me. I once saw the black and red liquid pouring out from the tip of the needle, just like the dim flowing river in black and white photos. Only the man named Zhong Xiaojie sang for me seriously. The grass was green and the white fog was boundless. There is a beautiful woman on the water side. All I need is a pen and a piece of paper. Let me write and keep silent. In that way, I can become quiet and not cry. When rainy days come, I will still hold an umbrella and step on the accumulated water on the ground. I will walk slowly step by step. I can think about everything, and I can think nothing without the rain breaking the thin flower umbrella, which is rustling with the sound of autumn. The autumn sounds are more cold than last night. I can’t sleep when I hear the sound of insects overnight. I put my clothes on the window and saw that the moonlight was like heavy smoke. The Mirror Lake is plain white, and the thin trees are surrounded by blue clouds. The bamboo stove is boiling, and living alone is Zen. Yin Xiao multi-no, tea have yu huan. Three five Laurel fall, Moon should Far View. The tears are first-class, and the travellers are so sad. Who will send the sentimental feelings? The tears of double photos are dry. Fu Qin refers to the slender, plain heart like plain string. There is no rest after playing, and the autumn is cold between the sleeves. How can it be a good time, the world is not reunion. You don’t mind writing the poems together here. You said the name Moss was easy to get close to, but you didn’t know it. Moss was just a woman in the poem, and I had a crush on her for 800 years. Later, I began to believe that fate existed among people. I don’t know the name of the little yellow flower you said. I only remember the way the rain hit the petals, so delicate and sad. If I dyed my white hair, you could recognize me in the vast sea of people, and I don’t have to worry about getting lost. Tea is used in phase, and we have agreed to use tea in phase. But later, we will not wait for the time to fulfill our promise. I saw the most wheat fields in the world that day. I heard blood crying in blood vessels that day, but unfortunately I didn’t have time to write. I am can’t stop writing. If I can go to Suzhou, I must listen to the touching and gentle Pingtan in the teahouse near the water. Looking through the previous letters during the holiday, I finally understood the profound meaning of the graceful font, but missing is missing. Even if time goes back, I can’t retrieve it. After learning guzheng well, I also want to learn guqin, tea art, health, traditional Chinese painting and the images of Jiangnan appearing repeatedly in my words, how can I bear to miss you all my life when I hear the rain rustling slowly and my bones itch. But the trees downstairs in our dormitory are still small, so we can’t afford the rain at night. In early autumn, you can look directly at the fate of fallen leaves. The fallen leaves will shout gently. You remember to listen carefully and translate them into verses. In this way, the fallen leaves will not fall from the bright branches in vain. Because those who can’t hear the fallen leaves will miss you all the time. They are the best at listening. The night can be heard, the rain can be heard, and the fallen leaves can be heard. I said that heaven and earth are empty, and all methods are empty, life is empty, death is empty, books are empty, Zen is empty, joy, sorrow and sadness are empty. Buddha said: all living beings, from the beginning, have all kinds of love and greed, so there is reincarnation. Do you still remember? I have outlined a place called Paradise again and again in my dream, where there was no hatred, jealousy, destruction and sin. Long ago, in the towering mountains of Hengduan Mountains, there exists a tribe that nobody knows —— fragrant city. People living here talk with songs and convey information with fragrance. Time flies and goes further and further. One day, the mottled clouds advance towards the lonely and desolate distance. On the hard and mean Stone, the pain gradually wakes up. The fire engulfs the sky and the fragrant city turns into ashes, from then on, I will no longer see the Red Tower, and the jade I have been wearing has also been removed. I don’t want to repeat the story of the Red Mansion every night. The mysterious storyteller murmured in my ear: holding the golden spear and holding the gun, killing himself. The son of crimson yarn has infinite love, and the Lord of Zhiyan Cave hates a lot. It’s fantasy, it’s vacuum, it’s idle and idle. Love Machine turns to love, love can’t help myself. You said that the moss was quietly Green in the years of Jinling. Years will cover my forehead, and flowers will bloom on my forehead and other leaves will fall. I will stand quietly in the fallen leaves, as if it is also a withered yellow leaf. You will see me sleeping in the wind, not crying or making noise. When you meet a poem, I will sing for you in the wind. 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. 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Different mood, be kind to yourself inscription on July 1st, 2010, I graduated. On July 1st, 2011, they graduated. It’s been a year. Find yourself a quiet time to think about the past year. I once wrote a sentence like this: it is painful and happy, and I feel something wrong. Because I have a simple and fulfilling life, happiness, dreams, love and friends who care about each other are all happy. But what the pain will have is just too little. What is the relationship between happiness and pain? The simple point is that my happiness is greater than my pain. Then use happiness and pain to commemorate the first anniversary of my graduation. (1) Life and Poetry my life is simple and regular. Simple, just do whatever you want, there won’t be too many constraints. This kind of life is what everyone wants to pursue, but we are forced by the pressure of life and the environment we are in, making ourselves too tired and living too tired. Life is always involuntarily., ah, that’s it! There will be more complaints and obedience in life. Many people have fallen into such a life. I, I hate this kind of life. Others will say: do you think it is possible to live in this world? I had to shook her head. However, I can try to live a simple life and try to find peace for myself in the bustle. Life is regular, of course, we must have a plan. I have made detailed plans for what I do every day, every week, every month and even every year, and attached the reward and punishment system, which I call for short: happy life. I have been following my own happy life plan. I once joked to my friends: my life is an epic. But he smiled. I didn’t argue, because poetry comes from life, and life comes from mood. Only you can know what your life is like, how can others understand your mood. Now, I still jokingly said: My life is an epic, an epic that can continue to change. (2) Fool, Fool, blessing old people often talk about: Who has what blessing. An ordinary word contains great truth. Farmers have the happiness of harvest, old people have the happiness of children and grandchildren, poor people have the happiness of being fed and warmed, rich people also have the happiness of being filled with money. In fact, everyone has his own happiness and the right to seek happiness. I will never waste the right to find happiness, experience life attentively, find happiness of all sizes, and carefully collect it. In order to share your happiness with you and leave beautiful memories for yourself. What is happiness? Happiness means having a stable job, having a warm nest to store a tired heart for a day, and suddenly receiving encouragement messages from friends. Happiness means that you can control your spare time at will, or go shopping; Or stay in the library to read books; Or pick up the camera to take some beautiful scenery at will; Or make a sumptuous lunch to share with friends. These are all my definitions of happiness. Do you think this is happiness? If you complain too much about life, will you still find too much happiness? Being a fool in life, with a heart of gratitude for life, happiness is everywhere. Please remember a word: Stupid is as stupid. (3) the word “stick to the ideal” is a bit serious. However, in this realistic and cruel society, in order to realize one’s ideal, one has to choose to stick to one’s belief alone. Otherwise, you will spend your whole life like a walking corpse. Would you like it? I will firmly say: no! Because dream is here, so I am here. We don’t have to ask ourselves how far we are from the ideal, as long as we are walking towards the ideal. There are tears, pain and loss. Please don’t give up because we still have our own ideals, which is our pride. For example, I wrote a poem called green tail grass before. Who will think of you coming to something that will not blossom or bear fruit, bullying and beating your slender branches, lowering your head and saying nothing about autumn, there is only the root of the fire. When I think of the spring of the year, you are a living thing to understand. Now I bend down and have my own dream. This is our pride. (4) How many people believe in love in this society? No one will know, only we know whether we still believe in love? I have never been in love. But I always believe in love. Believe in Love. Love a person is also self-love. Love makes us realize that we can become better people. Believe in Love. Don’t give up because love will bring harm. Love needs to be defeated and fought repeatedly to find true love. Only those who still believe in love after being scarred can understand love. Believe in Love. The only thing in the world that is happier than being loved is to love; The only thing that is luckier than being loved is to find someone worthy of love in the vast sea of people. You can not believe everlasting, you can not believe the oath of eternal love. But please believe in love. (5) How are you? Elements of graduation in June, sadness, parting, traveling bag, platform. Seeing their figures embracing and crying, I remembered us. When we graduated, we pretended to be strong, talking and laughing respectively. After turning around, we shed tears, because we will stop here. For one year, we may have lost contact with each other due to hard work, busy work, and loneliness. I believe we will care more about each other, because we have always been brothers and sisters. Dear friend, sincerely greet: Long time no see, how are you? (6) life after pain is inevitable without pain. We should not magnify the feeling of pain, put away tears and move on. Because life does not stop. One year is over, there are still two years, three years, four years after graduation, I can’t find my youth. Only articles can be used to commemorate the lost youth. Zhang Xiang 2011 nian 6 yue 22 ri 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. 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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