Wenyou said that “Youlan love leads to hometown” is easy to write sequels. In fact, I want to say it is a foreshadowing on purpose, but I have never thought about the next story. Every young man and woman has a dream. The dream is as bright as Dan Tong yunni and as romantic and unrestrained as wind, flowers, snow and moon, but it is a pity that they are crazy after all and the dream is hard to come true. We are not flower souls, such delicate and enchanting women with various styles. It is also hard to find a mysterious demon who is persistent and regretful for love and ends from the beginning, a arrogant, overbearing and kind and lovely demon. In the eyes of reality, we are small and humble, even the existence is not worth mentioning, but the ardent desire of happiness and leisure is often out of our own choice. The words make up the most ideal world, which makes us somewhat disgusted with reality and deeply lost. It is ridiculous and pathetic. Getting acquainted with many friends in the age of weak crown, we can see from them that besides the rich ideal world and mature style, our hearts are no longer so enthusiastic about some ideals and ambitions that we once shouted, I hope more for peace and a weak state of mind, just like this autumn, which has retreated from the hustle and bustle, and a corner of the shallow time. Isn’t it the same for myself? I am not old, but I am old. I don’t want to touch things that are too complicated and painful, and I don’t want to pay attention to the world’s grudges and grudges, and I don’t want to worry about why things will hinder my life, but I don’t know who is exclusive to optimism, and I don’t know who is the right of sadness, and the most passionate and energetic students should be those who are still in school, full of confidence, with enthusiasm and strength, the ideal is played in your hands and you can set sail at any time when you think of anything. It’s like the gentle heart of the Bay, like the elegant and euphemistic love of Lotus, no one has to deal with it, people who pass by will be planted with flowers in a season, and people who pass by will leave their wounds. A person, a city, a night, a gust of wind, a month and a dream of a good night. Maybe the dream is empty, but I can’t help praising myself for a good time. A good time is no longer like a dream. The country that the wind passes by, the harbor that the heart yearns for, and the hometown that the soul yearns for is heaven. After a period of wind and rain, how many vivid footprints are still clear after counting the youth you spend? The declarations of those years were so crazy about the truth and the false, which fooled many innocent expectations and made them feel embarrassed. Some things can’t continue to appreciate each other as they wish. Maybe they have never stepped into this realm. As the saying goes, it is hard to have a bosom friend in one’s life. Listening to a song of “high mountains and flowing waters” is calm and pleasant, and it has been, I admire the mellow and deep friendship of the composer. I like the mysterious and peaceful atmosphere in the dark night, and always feel that this kind of space is purely my own, which can make my beautiful fantasy weave a charming dream and open my heart to drink and talk freely with the dark night, achieve the retreat after the impetuous noise. Sometimes, a bed is enough to put everything, with the charm of words and low-key interest, open the wings of imagination, relieve the inner tiredness and depression, and start a dream. Only when the love is deep enough, those stories of cherry blossoms will appear in front of you. The things in dreams make people addicted to the fleeting years and become the paradise where their souls return.

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