I like to enjoy the charm of my dance alone in the dark. I like to enjoy the melodious singing on the grassland alone. I prefer the artistic conception when everyone wakes me up and gets drunk alone. What I want is to be unique, not arrogant; It is to free myself from bondage, not to indulge my thoughts. No matter how the wind blows, it has already blown up my mind, like the seed of dandelion, where I think, where I think, where I go. Even though we don’t belong to the same track, we still try our best to stand with you. Because I fell in love with you, lonely and silent. Only when I am silent or attracted can I be more aware of my existence, and only when I talk in fantasy can I be more natural and happy, only when you are immersed in self-appreciation and intoxication can you be so free, and only when you recall the plot in your dream can you be so serious. In real life, there are always so many people and things telling us that our world is disturbed and messy, and we cannot stop it at all. When all thoughts and actions in our hearts are not so impurity, they are regarded as childish, ridiculous or naive and stupid again and again, which makes us like flattery and noise. It is more like being drunk for a lifetime, forgetting all worries or sleeping for a lifetime, and spending all kinds of worries in dreams. Therefore, I decided to cover my real self gently and secretly every encounter. My loneliness, I understand, I appreciate. No matter how others are, my loneliness, my love.

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The southern part of China is probably the rainy season, which seems to come earlier than in previous years. After quietly coming the night before, it has been ticking all the time, waking up at night and listening to the sound, as if more fierce A. Up to now, I am not used to the day when the sun is falling, and I begin to miss the light of the sun. Look at the ground, it’s wet, although there is not much water, you can always wet your cotton shoes. Looking at that branch, there will always be a lot of rain beads, plus the cold wind in February, the rain beads fall on people’s heads, cool. I don’t know when the clothes will be blown dry after being aired under the eaves for a period of time. I can always hear the little doll from the elder sister next door playing outside the door at ordinary times, now it is probably locked in the house as a bird. Without the usual publicity, I only heard a few footsteps occasionally and the conversation of one or two people occasionally. The doorman in the boring community may be more boring now. There are fewer people coming to talk to him about the mountains. He is playing with the cold interphone in his hand, looking at the pattering rain curtain and the bustling passers-, there is no sunshine in the eyes, sometimes turn on the phone to check the time, and you can have lunch in one hour. Many small shops are relatively quiet, and occasionally enter one or two customers, but the door of the small shop is still busy, that is a few friends who play mahjong in a happy sharp confrontation, The rain beside them did not reduce their fun at all. The old lady who picked up the waste was still busy in the rain. She didn’t like to see her on weekdays, because her eyes revealed the light of thieves and thieves, and she would always watch out for her whereabouts, now I find that she is pretty cute. She would not complain about the delay of her things because of the rain, and she was still busy. I don’t know how long the rain will last. I don’t know when it will start. I don’t like it very much anymore. I look forward to a sunny day.

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