365 day

Throbbing, hope, dream, wish, gently ringing the New Year bell! Time is wasted, but my heart is as quiet as fresh water as always. Inadvertently, when people reach middle age, they are deep and shallow, suffering from gain and loss. When looking back, they have already gone to the end of the song, fluttering in the dust, and have become pieces of passing clouds-fragrant and bitter memories, curling totem, spreading! The mood is quiet, soft as down, light dancing around. Some people, some things, some feelings, once were so painful that they cried and were so happy that they were intoxicated. In the swaying of time, they were far and near, or they were gradually far away, or they were like clouds and clouds, quietly seamless — cold stars shining outside the window. Occasionally, the sound of the car flashed. Indoors, the lights are warm, the music is flowing leisurely and delicately. I was a little lonely and tired. I didn’t want to talk or socialize, so I drank tea quietly, read books absent-minded and listened to songs with my head shaking! It was all because the light bulb flashed suddenly, so I remembered that you were afraid that you hadn’t had a rest, because the rain suddenly fell so big ——— missing, the memory was like a song, and also like a mottled old wall, there is also the sunset in the evening, which is short and fleeting! One flower, one world, one leaf, one spring and autumn. Flowers bloom and fade, which is still the natural law in the world. Who can do anything? The scenery passing by is full of wind, flowers, snow and moon, but who knows how to cherish or treasure it? For me, happiness is quite simple. Words are my only bosom friend in this life! No matter happy or sad, only she can sincerely listen to my melancholy. When I am bored, I play with flowers and plants, basins, bottles and bottles with songs. I have a special liking! I like to stand alone quietly in the rain and cry heartily. After that, I will take a bath and grooming, and my face will still be full of spring breeze and smile like flowers! Pretend, continue to disguise! Life is just like that, wind, rain, tears and hatred —– I also like traveling alone, carefree and elated; I like the innocent smile on children’s lips; I like the calm and elegant one with violet flowers! Like Gentle enough, flower colorful. I like the lingering wind and the sentimental rain! I like the bone of reality and I like the abundance of dreams more! Like —— like the world of a person, there is a flying sky that only belongs to oneself, very beautiful! Luxurious! On the pure land belonging to your own soul, you can sing and cry, and let the vicissitudes of time weave into colorful garland with graceful poems to decorate the future journey of heaven. In the past 365 days, I devoutly picked up a fragrant memory, sealed up a touch of exquisite friendship, pulled a curtain of romantic dreams, chanting the wind and moon, no one can guess the flowery thoughts! No one can understand! A true feeling, a romance, a touch. Like poems and dreams, like songs and rhymes! 365 days, 365 Stories, maybe colorful, maybe ups and downs —– maybe boring, maybe helpless, maybe helpless —— maybe happy and painful —- day after day, so entangled, pursuing and sighing with emotion ——- let nature take its course and fall into the silent four seasons. Only in a flash can we complete the touching story of 365 days. What welcomes US will be another spring season! Wait patiently. Spring is the most beautiful fairy tale book in 365 days, decorated with the most romantic legend of life! ——–

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