Hurry, too hastily

Sitting in the corner of the office every day, facing the screen of seven colors, dancing on the keyboard with fingers, telling you and him in front of you or far away, the feeling of heart and heart. Unconsciously, The Year of Rabbit has slipped away quietly. It is really a year passed, with a flick of a finger. I couldn’t help thinking of the prose master Zhu Ziqing’s “hurry”. In the days of escaping like flying, what can I do in the world of thousands of households? Only wandering, only rushing; In the rush of more than 8000 days, what else is left except wandering? The past days were like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, melted by the Chu Yang; What traces did I keep? Have I ever kept traces like gossams? I came to this world naked, will I go back naked in a flash? But it can’t be flat, why do you want to go for nothing? You are smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Yes, why are our days gone forever? In this gone days, have I ever left traces like gossams? Yang Liuyi, the shore of the smoke rising from the kitchen, I am the boat, breaking through the water and stepping away from the waves. In the vast river and water, sing ancient songs to make the real you, like a lonely sail, clear gradually. I was also a boat in the ocean, flowing with the waves and rising with the waves. In the vast sea, the legend of the continuation of immortality, in the unreal he, is like a mirage drifting away. Jumping thoughts, constantly turning my not-so-long memory, sorting out the past mood through the pen of memory, blurring the pain of the past, and clearly helping our people and things; try to clean up the income of one year, label happiness or success respectively, and put it in the heart of 2011. However, what did I have in the past year? Only wandering, only hurrying, by the way, only hurrying, too hurrying!

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