Also resolutely small North

When Lin Lan was the most vulnerable, painful, and most in need of Xiaobei, the gentle, sunny, clean and healthy Xiaobei in the past didn’t give Lin Lan the comfort she needed, nor gave her arms, she was not given a kiss, a shoulder or a support. Xiaobei looked at Lin Lan sadly with tears in his eyes, which were so sad that he could shed tears, and said painfully: Lin Lan, don’t do this! Lin Lan shouted at Xiaobei: Gu Xiaobei, you are a grandson. What else would you say besides saying don’t do this! Don’t do this, then you tell me what on earth you won’t do this. What do I want? Do you care what I want? I’m tired of you! Lin Lan said to Xiaobei painstakingly: you fucking make me sick! Lin Lan was desperate because Xiaobei told her not to do this every time, but Xiaobei never told Lin Lan what she should do. In fact, Lin Lan was desperate for himself. Xiaobei could only look red and said to Lin Lan in the softest place in his heart: I only want you to be good! It is in this way that people will be despised, laughed at, regarded as careless and considered as not serious, which is doomed to the tragedy of sadness flowing back into rivers. But I am willing to believe that Xiaobei is saying this sentence very seriously and attentively. But Lin Lan couldn’t see the sadness that Xiaobei had collapsed in her heart. She had already gone through the river and the sea, and she had already been so shocked. But Lin Lan still couldn’t see what she thought was calm. The desperate despair isolated the only coincidence between the sky and the sea, and she could not see the sadness of Xiaobei she loved deeply. That little man melted all his love into the white snow, turned it into the simplest movement and eyes, and picked up Lin Lan who fell in the snow pool with Cherish, the girl who broke her heart and got drunk. However, the window of Xiaobei’s mind had been dilapidated like a young bird with wings folded in the storm. It was strangled by Lin Lan and that chaotic and absurd fact, buried in the shady hysteria. So Lin Lan couldn’t understand Xiaobei any more. How could her beloved Xiaobei no longer be the only one in the world with pure eyes. No one understood Xiaobei. He really couldn’t say anything to Lin Lan with love, even though at last he resolutely refused to compromise like absurd. When he saw the smile in front of Lin Lan, he knew that the loss in this life was at that moment, and that moment was everlasting. Xiaobei can still cry, but Xiaobei, He is still Xiaobei. Gu Xiaobei, a coward, gentle, clean, silent, deep, careful, dedicated boy, was a silent and adorable boy. I have seen the flowers falling in my dream, who knows how much. I am love the clean boy, I am prefer the clean boy. Xiaobei, I want to make him clear in repeated reading. I see him stubbornly wearing a period of love and delusion again and again, and then he flows eastward, and then the sadness flows upstream into a river, on the motionless Lake, Xiaobei had a strange and sad face. Xiaobei didn’t cry. Lin Lan told him that she broke up. She held Xiaobei in her arms and was cruel. Then she let go and said softly: Let’s break up! The silent little North, the obedient little North, the little North who always tolerate Lin Lan and always spoil Lin Lan, he said softly: OK. Then he went back to the bathroom to wash his face and buried himself with unspeakable bitter tears. The boy hiding, the sound of running water covered his wailing. Xiaobei chose to release his music in the small corner that Lin Lan could not see after turning around. Because Xiaobei thought: I am don’t cry, Lin Lan will be fine tomorrow. She also needs my smiling face, which is always warm to her and gentle to her. Lin Lan, standing outside the door, heard Xiaobei’s sobbing. Then she left Xiaobei who was crying, leaving a sad Xiaobei. While Lin Lan went out, she couldn’t go back to Xiaobei any more. Xiaobei watched Lin Lan fly to Shanghai like escaping to live a wonderful life. Xiaobei watched Lin Lan laughing and accompanying her in succession instead of him. Xiaobei watched Lin Lan no longer walk into his dream. Xiaobei watched Lin Lan return to Beijing with scars, xiao Bei asked Lin Lan with a hoarse voice in the dark box, “Will you be all right? When Lin Lan finally collapsed, Xiao Bei no longer asked his grandson to make Lin Lan his bride. Xiao Bei tried his best to hold Lin Lan tightly, but his beloved Lin Lan told him calmly that he had felt sick to him. Xiaobei secretly watched Lin Lan back to Guangzhou with all the pain on his back at the corner, looking at Lin Lan, Xiaobei smiled calmly and simply sat in the back seat of a strange man. Finally Xiaobei knew that there was no love to come back. Even if Jasmine finally told him the elaborate but funny truth like bubbles, he could only say thank you to Jasmine. Thank you, sadness flows back into a river. If time can come again, will there be the same choice? If time can come again, will there be the same happiness? If time goes backwards, will there be a bed of sadness and pain? If encounter again, will there still be that sentence that I still love you; If I face the sunshine again, will I still pour a pool of tenderness and beauty to give happiness reflection; If I go back to the past, will I really go back? If I go back to the past, whether I love it as always. Xiaobei, don’t be sad. Because that is not your era. Your age is only clean. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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