給我死 治啥治 不治了
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給我死 治啥治 不治了
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We live in this city, more and more prosperous, but really belong to our time and space is less and less, living in this city, when free, reading the street to play games online, simple and ordinary life. .
I used to like watching TV programs when I was reading, but I have gradually left those channels inadvertently. It seems that I have no feeling at the beginning, no longer worship a DJ, no longer can get the comfort of my heart. I thought, maybe this is the journey of growing up, I have left that life path and embarked on a new journey. Perhaps in the future, will also leave the present journey, towards a new life... Maybe this is life...
Time is the most terrible sculptor, the original in familiar things, after the filter of time, will become strange. The string in the heart, sometimes unconsciously panasonic, is holding the psychology of luck? Or do you have a laissez-faire attitude towards yourself?
Hands clasped together, standing in the window sill, looking at the city, traffic, eyes wanton linger...
How can I tell you? I love him for it all.
That kind of feeling does not seem to be love, is really light if the light of the firefly light. However, easy to make people unforgettable, is often a sad memory, years of time again, when the enthusiasm is exhausted, he is like a burning iron was poured water, although the heart is hurt, but let me have a kind of destined to keep quiet for the gentle calm.
Not everyone can meet a vigorous and vigorous love when young, trivial and subtle emotions, in my keen and pure heart, but such as water, lingering. I never believe in fate, but his story and I have been full of the color of fate.
When I met him, my life was a flower in early spring, fragrant and sweet. But for me, it was a sad age. I didn't want to study, I didn't want to do homework, just like the lyrics in my childhood. To live in a man's world all day seems to be at ease. It was a winter. It was a very cold winter. I don't remember the details, but I do know that he showed up when I was feeling helpless.
I looked up and saw his face for the first time. It was a special face, not a particularly handsome face that could make people amazing, but this face can let me not forget for a long time. That, I thought, might be a symptom of the crisis, but I didn't escape it.
Time will distance, no longer see each other's appearance. The city is still familiar, my life is still calm and peaceful. I gradually understand that my waiting is just a silent fester.
I saw my face in the mirror so pure, but suddenly I realized that my eyes were old, and they looked so quiet and lifeless.
At the end of autumn, I did not expect to see him again, his face is still clear. He looked at me, then looked down and smiled.
I froze, at that moment, I seem to finally understand, some feelings, people can not let go not because of external forces, but because of their own. Originally, from beginning to end, he really did not love me, but I have been living in his memory, thinking so much if and had, thinking of one day the full moon.
Just thinking of this moment, he suddenly silent near me, I quietly lowered his head, quietly looking at him and I passed by.