I am who I am, fireworks with different colors

It was late at night, and I heard loneliness singing. It was so cruel that I couldn’t help crying into a river. I couldn’t find the way to come. The slim clouds and smoke made my heart ache again. What I am longing for is just that the years are quiet and the ripples are slight, not the wind and waves. It is not a fireworks in the world. Don’t be vigorous. I am willing to guard my family and join hands in the traffic in the streets, regardless of current events. I am just an ordinary woman who is indifferent to water. I don’t ask too much for tomorrow. I just want to walk quietly in the alley of the big city for a period of time, ignoring too many short stories and not asking about them, too much and clouds. I am just a cold and warm woman in the world of mortals, no longer pursuing perfection, no longer demanding life, no elegant clothes, no exquisite jewelry, no gluttonous life. I like coarse linen, I like green tea and light rice, and I like plain and light. What I want to miss is that when I am tired and sleepy, I have a warm home, which shields me from the wind and rain, makes me happy to dock, and makes me hope for life, it makes me give everything without complaint or regret. Looking back suddenly, look at myself now, tears are still hot, tears have been cold, loneliness around the body and mind, I am so embarrassed to sink in a foreign land at night, how lonely it is. I don’t think how lonely the sky is. It turns out that the distance between the ends of the Earth is really far, far away, so far away that I can’t hear a familiar melody, so far away that I can’t hear your words day and night. Whether those flowers of the past have already disappeared, why my heart misses me so much, and I can’t find a refreshing and warm past, whether time has forgotten me or myself. Love is far away. I haven’t seen each other for a long time. My heart is empty, like a desolate desert. In this way, I can still live. I can’t find the way back, I can’t find the warmth of the world of mortals. No one knows how lonely the fireworks under the sky are. Sparse stars hide, no one knows how lonely people in the world of mortals are. (2) it is about winter. When will you ask me to return to my hometown? I also asked myself softly, not at this time, I don’t know when, I think it will be in winter. Inscription the winter of December is another season of falling snow. No one sees the tears falling in my eyes. I am reluctant to let them grieve for me. I am walking alone in a strange street, walking the sadness. The warmth that can’t be touched and the care from a long distance are fantastic. My heart can no longer hold up and look up to the sky. There are you, me and him. How can I stop the steps that time can’t keep? How dare I go back to the fragmented distance? Flowers falling in the wind, Flowers withering in dreams, my heart is like a flower grave, my eyes are standing there crying. I can’t remember whether the happiness in the depth of the fleeting time has been here or not, and why I can’t remember all of them. However, I saw the shallow scars in the fleeting time, which were deeper and deeper, and I was still so clear as to recuperate. The world has given me so much, but it is not what I want. I want it. He forgot to give it, or he gave it wrong. After all, there are so many people in the world of mortals, there are so many similar people. What I wished was not so much, just a little bit. Why? I must refuse me thousands of miles away. I abandoned my self-esteem and stood behind the humble. Why? I must send me to the cliff. Did I owe it? How long will it take to return it? In this life, I am tired, and I don’t want to return it. Can you discuss it? This life, I’m tired, I don’t want to return, can I continue in the next life? In this way, deliberately alienating, in this way, deliberately leaving, in this way, deliberately escaping, I thought that I would turn everything into motivation, but I couldn’t reach hope, how can I continue? Sitting at the crossroad of youth, I looked left and right. I was in a dilemma and had to stay still. Time is still passing by. The only thing I can do is sadness and tears. I dare not tell others about the loneliness in my heart. Who knows how to say so much? People may forget or have no way to feel what everyone thinks is important. It is better to be silent. When you are quiet, you will be fine. You ask me, when will I return to my hometown? I also asked myself softly, not at this time, not knowing when. I think it will be in winter. I think it will be in winter. The night was dim, and no one knew whether the fireworks in the air could fall back to the place where they took off. As the days went by, no one knew whether I could go back this winter. (3) I am me, a fireworks with different colors. The sky is vast, and we should be the strongest bubble. I like me and let Rose produce a result. In the lonely desert, it is as bright as naked. Inscription the time is in a hurry, sadness is deep and shallow, people are like drinking a glass of water, knowing that it is cold and warm. The depth of time change is the weaving of tears and laughter, and the corner of season cycle is the alternation of light and shadow. In any case, I am still the child of my family even though the life is full of swords and swords, and I am still their child no matter when and even in the fragmented picture. I am me, with my past traces, half bright, half sad, with their birthmarks, half seawater, half flame. I packed my bag of life and felt the meaning of travel. I am who I am, fireworks with different colors. Everyone is unique. In this life, you will never find a second me. Warmth will turn cold, sadness will turn light, infatuation will turn thin, ruthlessness will turn deep. No one always pulls me up when I fall down. I can only walk by myself in a muddle. I am just a gentle and cool woman. If flowers bloom and fall, my mood will be warm, thin and cool. When I am happy, I will wear smiles. When I am sad and lonely, I will shed tears. Day and night cycle, everyone has a sadness in his heart, how can I be an exception? There is also a touch of warmth in everyone’s heart, except me? However, when Sadness strikes, warmth goes back and there is no residence. When warmth comes and falls, sadness has no trace. The still water flows deep. I am willing to be the one with still water. In the world of mortals, I will lower my head deeply and don’t want to ask too many questions, because too many questions have no answers, so I can only let them dry in memory. The strangled willow branches are green and yellow. A year has passed, yellow and green, and a year has come. Who can still remember what it looked like in the past, who can see what it will look like next year? I, on the road of the world, passed quietly. Who would remember that ordinary woman who had been here? But I remember that I was wandering alone in the Xiaoxiang River of my life, with ripples on the boat, enjoying myself. Encountering too many accidents makes my heart sad. It’s not that I don’t care about myself, but that I always have to go through. Meeting a little beauty makes my heart warm and happy. It’s not that I don’t know how to collect it, but that it fades too fast. The only thing I can do is to be a fireworks in the world of mortals, a life that blooms and withers without regret. Cherish each other, let the rose give a warm result. If you feel sad, you should also make those strong bubbles. I am who I am, fireworks with different colors. In the lonely world of mortals, the same blooming city falls into the country. I am who I am, fireworks with different colors. In the warm world of mortals, the same withered beauty is unprecedented. I am who I am, fireworks with different colors. Postscript: a long time ago, I forgot how long I wanted to write this topic. A long time later, in a flash till tonight, I sang softly and changed the words into fleeting years. Nianan. Good night. Xiaoxiang ripples, December 19th, 2011, deep

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