Looking back

Ups and downs, looking back at 2011, unbearable words! Time gives me a calm vicissitudes and a kind of indifferent helplessness. Hurry, walk by, pain, faint, capricious. The Dream of the past was just like the reed flowers in the late autumn, blown by the wind gently, lifting the silent melancholy. Looking back at the past, my heart still throbs! Really unusual, advocates, deeply shallow, double whammy! The ups and downs made me physically and mentally exhausted. Life is like bitter coffee, which cannot get rid of the bitterness and astringency of nature. But I have to drink one cup after another. Maybe I was confused, maybe I was upset. I always pretend that it doesn’t matter. I often laugh with tears, but feel painful. Maybe tears are a silent release or relief! In some seasons, tears are often warm. Some memories are lightly fettered by dreams. Unintentional, casual, and unobtrusive —– the field, the village, the river, and the vanished smoke from the kitchen are the favorite scenery line when I read it. That man, that love, that love, that song! Filar Silk, whereas. It can be shining and colorful. Come and go, sleep in a beautiful heart corner, maybe flickering, maybe drifting away —- let imagination, Guess, fall into a curtain of west wind casually, and stop dreaming. Looking back, world. Time is wasted, the world is hot and cold, people have ulterior motives, love and hate love and hatred, a hint of sadness, walking in the lonely sunset glow —- turn around, a season of prosperity. Who will be a clear conscience? Who will have no regrets? Life, a dream. No matter sunshine, wind and rain, swaying tenderness, like smoke and dust, no one can enter. The tunnel of time, the Palace of life, what is life? The veil of the past is layered and overlapping. The scars are like dreams and fragmented! After several wind and rain, prosperity remains, dreams are still the same, how much worry? Looking back, fleeting time, understatement. In a dream, the flowers are colorful and fragrant, but they leave the pain all over the place. After experiencing it, I gained a pale purple heart gently, and I couldn’t tell whether it was a funny game or a romantic story. Come and go, the feeling like rain, embracing the wind, lingering, deep in my heart drunk lying and looking. If the heart is good, everything will be fine—–

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