A person’s Festival

I am used to watching the sunrise and sunset alone, coming and going alone, indifference and silence, I am more accustomed to some feelings about life written on the website during the Spring Festival in recent years. Only when one is quiet at midnight can you have many surging thoughts, when a person is in silence, you will feel a lot of sleepless insights and thoughts. A person’s night, a person’s travel, a person’s loneliness, a person’s music, a person’s cigarette, a person’s high glass. A person’s computer, a person’s web page. When one faces the inherent customs and loneliness, one puts down all the deposits and burdens in the past year, and has a kind of relaxation and a kind of emotion that one does not want to express. During the Spring Festival alone, when you hear the train of dreams driving over the night, you start to read all your worries one by one. When you sit in the carriage, do you see the garden or the wilderness, who is the farthest, who is the nearest one. Who is wrong is right, a piece of discount is all misunderstanding. I dare not see the time chasing every minute. I am afraid that all hope will be awakened by you. The train is rumbling. Some people understand it, some people can’t understand it, and some impulsions have faint pain, it may be more beautiful to surpass all our happiness. I have been looking for loneliness, and I have never known how to be satisfied. A person’s Spring Festival. The fallen leaves outside the window are flying with the wind. There are a lot of problems that haven’t ended yet. I dare not see the youth chasing every minute. All the beautiful dreams are afraid of being broken by you, and firecrackers are roaring. Some people understand and some people don’t understand, some impulses have faint pains. I have been looking for a vacancy, and I have never known that I am dislocated. I am your palm or the back of your hand, you let me see thousands of lights flashing in this world, the Spring Festival is more beautiful beyond all our imagination. The color of the sky turns gray, and the blooming roses also wither. But from beginning to end, from happiness to sadness, how to advance and retreat you are neon, how to decorate dreams, I ‘ve been looking for a vacant seat all the time I don’t know whether I’m dislocating I am your palm or the back of your hand, whether you give I am tears or follow me, you let me see that the world shines millions of lights beyond all our imagination and it’s even more beautiful, I am the warm palm or the cold back of your hand, the bitter tears you gave me still follow, it will be more beautiful to separate all of us. During the spring festival of a person, the color of fireworks turns gray, and the shining youth also follows fragmentary. However, from you to me, from the past to the future, how do you come back and forth? You are fireworks, how do you break up your home, I have been looking for the most beautiful. I have never known that I am crashing. I am your front or back feet, you give I am surprise or hard work. You let me see the twinkling fireworks in the world, beyond all our expectations, I am your warm perfume or cold eyes, you give me a short stay or leave, you give me a long-term gathering or separation, it may be more beautiful to open all our distance. A person’s Spring Festival, the snowy spring season turns gray, and the sharp life also follows in pairs, but from there to nothing, from top to bottom, how to repair, you are needlework, how to repair the dream? I have been looking for the truest. I have never known whether I am dancing in the sky, I am you dance with me or all of them. You dance for I am without saying anything, you let me see this comedy flashing stage lamp fire, which is brighter beyond all of us, I am you warm hug or cold support, you give me a short temperature or impulse, you still follow me with salty tears, tearing off all our hypocrisy will be more beautiful.

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