Open the previous log, I wrote like this: I am afraid that in the future, I will laugh but not happy, cry without tears, and say without words! Maybe it was sad at that time, maybe it was just a pen that made me old, thinking that only in this way could I describe my emotions at that time.. But the sensible man said to me: Don’t be trivial, groan and exhortation without illness, and don’t linger in little sadness and little touch.. Therefore, I understood the true meaning of peace overnight, and then I also understood that loneliness was what it was before I grew up.. Maturity is not the heart getting old, but the tears spinning and smiling! I don’t intend to encounter this sentence on the Internet, which may not be complete, but reflects all the seriousness, the flying soul under the cherry blossom tree, and how much sincerity of ending?? In the past, leaving marks, sitting quietly in my heart, like a whisper in the meditation room, I was confused when I read it out, and I couldn’t read the melancholy of this world, floating like the world, how many wounds would I leave after a dream? Let it be, only the road is prosperous in my heart.. The wind is rolling and the flowers are broken, why do you disdain the sky? For whom do you keep the sensational sadness? In this world, that glance was the lovesickness surging by the bank breaching, the irresistible appearance and the only defect of Jiangnan Watertown. However, the habit of missing could not be abandoned.. I really wanted to leave, but I didn’t make a return date. The flowers blossomed in March and the cherry blossoms danced. From then on, the sea was changing, and only a panic metamorphosis and smile were left with the feeling of luxury.
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