Difficult Hidden City

I always thought that in a small town, I could let time flow slowly without trace until my years passed away, until only memories were left in my life, just on a cane chair, reflecting the bright sunset, a cup of steaming tea always hopes that time can rotate in this order. Everything in life, including you and you, will meet in the countercurrent, like black and white movies, they will not show until they lose the thoughts of memory and mess up the pace of memory. Every day, for the first time, I can see a piece of sunshine splashing on my bed which is not very big, getting in mischievously through the crack of the curtain, and then stretching myself, the whole glass door was opened suddenly. The sunshine was like Golden Mercury shining on the whole room. The breath of balcony was particularly fresh in the morning. I couldn’t help breathing greedily and like walking around when brushing my teeth, the room is full of chaos. In the shabby room, I will not stay for a long time deliberately, but I always think of things for a long time. Good or bad, happy and sad life is a movie, I just can’t rewind as I wish. Sometimes I would think about what kind of situation it would be like if one or one thing I like for a long time could go on according to the beauty. I couldn’t help but like to raise my eyebrows, laughing and singing, subconsciously, I don’t want to be bad, I just want to be so happy. Consider whether to say it out, or put it in your heart quietly. It is unknown, and then laugh it off together, wait for the future, wait for the future, wait for the arrival of a day, and then feel that, suddenly, I lost a voice that kept nagging in my life, a shadow that I didn’t care about at all. No one said good morning, good afternoon, good night; No one said no more, did you eat, did you have enough, what do you want to eat; No one was around, laughing and laughing; no one else is ticking on one side; Everything seems so quiet. You can hear your heartbeat, your breath, the sound of the river flowing, the melody of the Earth’s rotation, I just lost a habit that I didn’t care but found that I cared a lot. That was a person’s figure and voice. We are all growing up. Maybe we are all getting old. We keep getting and losing, then we regret, then we fight for it, and then we turn around a family and a city, there was no laughter without any trace of impurities, no unscrupulous singing, and everyone smiled with masks, politely and politely. Was it too big, or should it be? Everyone is an actor, love or not; Love and ruthlessness; Hate and forgiveness are constantly staged. Everyone is watching others’ joys and sorrows in the corner of darkness, I licked my numb wound lonely, but I didn’t know it. In others’ eyes, I was also an unspeakable scenery, reflecting the shadow of others, it’s just that you don’t know yet, but others don’t know yet. Suffocation and depression of Air bring such a happy comedy. A small city can reflect a big world and even the universe. It is a kind of light that reflects in the eyes of God, god is satisfied. What he needs is to see the joys and sorrows of ordinary people. Not only that! That’s all! A tiny person! A small city! Hide a small wish of your own!

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