When I am tired of running around, I often outline and imagine my future in my heart until it becomes clearer in my heart. I will ask myself, what kind of life do you want? Yes, I am longing for a stable and quiet life. You don’t have to live in a metropolis, but you can live in a small city with slow pace of life. Not far from my parents, I can often go home to visit. You need to have a job that you like. You are busy and full during the day, and your time at night is dedicated to yourself. The house does not need to be big, as long as it is with the people you love. There must be a clean and elegant study room at home with a zither to play and enjoy yourself in your spare time. There are full of books on the shelf, and a set of white porcelain tea sets and various kinds of tea on the shelf. There will also be an old CD player and stereo, and some vinyl records and national instrumental music will be put on. Wear a comfortable pajamas and raise a lazy cat. Occasionally, I invite my friends to get together at home, get into the kitchen to clean up some good dishes, and talk about trivial matters. I can travel once or twice a year, hanging a camera, carrying a bag and saying to leave. If you have savings, you can open a small book bar after work. Every book is selected by me, not for high price, but for classics. There are wooden tables and chairs in the store, which allow guests to sit down for a while. Turn over books and listen to light music to relieve the tiredness of the day. The name of the store, why not call it Qinghuan. A word written by Zhu dunru suits my heart. A deep glass of wine is full every day, and flowers bloom in the small garden. Singing, dancing and laughing, free and unfettered. Several spring dreams in history, how many talents in the world of mortals. No need to care about and arrange, get now. This is exactly what I want. Remember a dream last night I had a dream that we were all dead. Only the purest soul is left to those we love. This long life has come to an end. We have die. We walked along the long rails hand in hand in the wilderness of the twilight. Dear, what a sad and deep Road that is! The wind raging my hair, tangled and covered my sight. The rainstorm wet my clothes and froze the last warmth of my fingertips. Lightning roared above our heads, as if to tear the world apart. There is also snow, the vast snow flying. There are also beasts, coveting our skin and flesh. Dear, please hold my hands tightly and let me cry on your shoulder. Where on earth will this ruthless fate lead us? I trembled in your arms, but couldn’t hear your heartbeat. Your warm and powerful heartbeat finally reached the end of the railway track, which were two heavy and low tombstones. Our names, our birthdays and our deaths are engraved on the tombstone. We will sleep here in the underground and turn into dust. I knelt in front of our grave and felt painful. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I haven’t loved enough. I can’t leave. But dear, why are you silent? Shouldn’t you cry with me? We have lost our lives, can we fall in love again? We are no longer flesh-and-blood people. We are fragile like a withered leaf, which will wither and wither at any time. The faint is like a trace of breath, and the wind blows away without shadow. We only have the purest soul left, struggling not to separate. A clear BIRDSONG woke me up from my dream. The first ray of sunshine in the morning passed through the curtain and sprinkled on my face. I opened my eyes, tears remained at the corner of my eye. You stared at me with a smile beside the pillow. Did you have a nightmare? I nodded. You hugged me and said, “it’s okay. It’s okay when you wake up. I am still there, you are still there, and the sunshine is also there. At this moment, I suddenly cherish today very much.

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