Writing out of the small world of self.

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Bai Shengxue, dancing butterflies linger around me, and all the noise seems to be isolated from another world by myself. I saw myself mottled by the afterglow of several seasons, and then burned out in loneliness, turned into ashes and fell into my eyes, burning my eyes.

A face of ignorant smile. ...

I told time that I wanted to go far away.

It simply said with a smile, no dream, no distance.

And then it's over. I just watched it come and go in a hurry, until the palm of my hand suddenly grew an entangled curve, and I suddenly woke up and began to look for my dream like a kite.

I know I am as small as a grain of sand in my eyes. If I rub it, a tear is enough to make me disappear. Looking back at my ignorance, I am afraid of falling and suffering, so I let the time pass by bit by bit, and I have been retreating. I fantasize that I can weave my dream in my own Xiaotian forever, but standing in the sun, the shadow tells me to let go.

I told my mother that I was afraid I would never get out of my life. Her Ming Che eyes are full of tenderness. You still have love, my child!

So, I took a step. Maybe the front is full of thorns, flying sand and stones and huge waves, but I'm really not afraid. I can hear a voice calling from the bottom of my heart, and I feel a force expanding in my body instantly ... stepping on the solid land under my feet, making tears fall heavily, and then evaporating into the blue sky of love, making all the lips of Hua Song smile with a clear cloud.

One day, I suddenly turned around. I was not the same person.