Equinox Flower

I like eating while walking, which is a kind of enjoyment of freedom. I like to live an unruly life, and I will not be a lady or gentle. Gentle point. This is what he often said. But I am more presumptuous, because I want to be myself. I can only be myself. If you love me, love me. Don’t try to make me change. When I am happy, I am happy and do everything. When I am depressed, I read books, wander, write, draw things on the paper I casually bring, or sing sad songs. Quiet. You will always be special. What friends often say. Yes. So I admire such a woman. San Mao, Yi Shu, Annie Baby, Duras. We want to live our own life, so we are all lonely. Loneliness is the price paid. Duras said, if I were not a writer, I would be a prostitute. What a presumptuous sentence. Lust, drunkenness and writing are her life. She said that writing is to go to death, and to be in death. She found herself in writing and lost herself in writing. She fell in love with death, and she always associated some things with death. But this is her unbridled and serious life. The most famous female writer in France. San Mao committed suicide since he was a teenager and failed for several times. Her parents were tortured by her extreme temperament. Live and Die in love, and then go home in the desert. She started writing again. Although she said that writing was only a small part of her life. However, she did write. Annie commented on Yi Shu that only those who were desperate enough in their hearts could write such a novel. She was fascinated by Yi Shu, and the title of many proses was Yi Shu’s novel name. Because I read her prose again and again, I couldn’t help reading Yi Shu. Then, I also fell in love with this woman with deep thoughts. Often, lost in her novels, nothing can be found. They are all lonely women who write. Life is an abnormal state in the eyes of ordinary people. In fact, they are just brave enough. In order to reach the other side where they want to go, they desperately work hard. Finally, they smelt the fragrance of flowers on the other side. The fragrance of flowers that really belong to oneself. Only they know what they have really paid. I am also trying to reach my other shore. I am not afraid of giving, I know, I will get. I want to smell the fragrance of flowers on my other shore. Quiet. Poppy remember

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