Missing my own

Maybe it’s because you like someone. Unconsciously, he bought a lot of books that he liked. Even if he didn’t have time, he would give up the things at hand decisively. Even if he didn’t like them, he would read every word carefully with relish. Unconsciously, He hummed his favorite songs for many times. Even the rock and roll that he always thought was noisy, he could hear the quietness. Even if it was all Korean, it seemed that he could fully understand it. Unconsciously, his pet phrase became the same as him. Even if it was a modal particle, it would be a little sweet. Even if it was a dirty word, it could not help saying it even regardless of the occasion. He unwittingly mended a lot of his interests, even if those things were really difficult, even if he had thought that there would be no intersection with them in his life. Unconsciously, I only used the tissue of the brand used when I was with him. Unconsciously, I was used to losing all common sense in front of him and earnestly enjoying the little happiness of being an idiot. Unconsciously, I admire him for no reason. Unconsciously, he became another one. One day, when you see the books in the bookcase, you don’t take them out angrily and put them under the bed, but browse a few pages with a smile. When the familiar melody rings, it is not to avoid or cry quietly, but to listen quietly, and my mind comes to the appearance that I followed Humph everyday. When you hear familiar words, you can’t help saying them in the same tone. When someone asks you why you understand these, it’s not that you don’t know how to answer them in a panic, but that you said confidently that you were interested in them. When smelling the smell of green tea, it is not to stay for half an hour, but to pass through the previous picture in your mind, and then you should wipe your hands and sweat. When you take a bus, you have to look at the bus stop by yourself, not moaning pitifully without illness, but getting used to it slowly. However, perhaps, the one he once worshiped was still the big star in his heart. However, I was kind of missing myself who had known him before. I was so free, so free and bold, and so mad. However, I still miss the silly child who strives to optimize himself because of his love, so persistent, so tough, so desperate, so brave, so honest, so kind, so naive, then make yourself proud now. It also makes me feel distressed now. I also like myself who once liked you, and finally understood this sentence. Zhang Xiaoxian said: there is a kind of forgetting, which will drift away in the wind. If flowers bloom and fall, one day, when you look back, you will find that youth is so easy to forget. How lucky I am to have such a youth that is easy to forget. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

The wind have your hurt

The sadness of the wind blows up the melancholy past, and the lonely eyes cannot expect the way back. The Wandering memories fall in the soil of autumn, and let the dew and the wind and frost erode. Tonight, the Moonlight is very beautiful, and the wind is cool. I put on a light gray thin scarf, floating lightly in the wind. I like this atmosphere, drunk in the light wounds of autumn, as if the Moonlight is sad and beautiful, the heart is like a light wind, flying to the deep love of that night of that month in Nalan. Scattered mandarin ducks, the rain was cool, I had a dream eleven years ago. Nalan’s silk wound can always touch the pain and infect the wandering of the whole autumn. There is really such a kind of Spoony in the world. I love everything for love, look down upon my official career, forget that I live in wealth and wealth, fall into the swamp of deep love, fall in a hurry for love, and flowers bloom for half of the world, but the fragrance. As a human being, Nalan yearned for a true and pure lasting emotion. It is rare in the world to be so affectionate. Only such a chivalrous and gentle kind of martial arts can be worthy of being pursued and admired by later generations, what amazed him was not only his talent and nobility, but also his gentle heart, which was full of sorrow and sorrow. The weather was cold and scared to be thin, tears and lights fell down. A multi-lover who was extremely affectionate and sexual, the sense of chill was thinned, thinking of her who was deeply loved, she burst into tears in the dim light. Looking at such words and such sadness, I am willing to accompany a few drops of sour tears, just for Nalan’s love. Nalan is destined to be left behind for thousands of years. His words, his feelings and his wounds have entered his dreams. Nalan was shocked by the fact that the road of love was not smooth, or the genius of words was born to be noble and noble, and he was different from each other, falling into the true love. Nalan was born for love and came to the world for words. His whole life was lonely in sad words, leaving countless sad and beautiful chapters for later generations to savor carefully, the scarred soul and inner melancholy of Nalan are tens of millions. The tragedy of Nalan makes people feel extremely sad, and the gorgeous life experience reveals Nalan’s refined and noble. Read your words, feel your wounds, love your soft intestines. There is a feeling that can be so soul-stirring, and only you have the feeling that day of that year. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…