Life has too many ups and downs, and different experiences have different difficulties. Keep your heart and go your own way. If you want to live a life, you must try your best to chase it, shuttle through the sea of people, walk in the rivers and lakes, and get up early and get busy every day. Head to the loess, with wind and frost on it. When you are helpless, you can't help crying. This road of life is bittersweet. Different lives have different pains, and walking along the same road has different understandings. The road is long and bumpy.
This road of life is bittersweet, and there are still many unfinished tasks in this life, even if the flowers have withered and the leaves have withered. I still can't choose to quit, shuttle through the sea of people, walk in the rivers and lakes, and get up early and get busy every day. Head to the loess, with wind and frost on it. When you are helpless, you can't help crying. This road of life is bittersweet.
Different lives have different pains, and walking along the same road has different understandings. The road is long and bumpy. This road of life is bittersweet, and there are still many unfinished tasks in this life, even if the flowers have withered and the leaves have withered. I still can't choose to quit. I still can't choose to quit
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1, selfing
In the old days, living in the old soul, desire allergy began to change from itching to pain, pity as before. All over the mountains and plains, they were locked in cages. On the other side was a foggy broken bridge, and the wind blew the boat into an unknown road. The wandering of dark clouds took away the bright window, the lost spark was faintly brilliant, and a kind word was full of gorgeous words. Good or bad is just a matter of talking lightly, and often it can't wake up the missing storm crowd, and the moss mottled unconsciously heard the news.
Step 2 live
When the sunset illuminates the shoulders, one inch shortens the dream in the city. Twinkling lights, which one shines for me, fate. Can you change your kindness and give me a pair of wings that won't fall into the sky? Strive to fly, along the uneven direction, when I hold high the ideal torch. There has just been a heavy rain in the sky. Facing myself in the mirror, I feel more and more inexplicable fear.