Deep at night
Is there a kind of Dugu? The loss of not seeing the one I missed most just a short distance away, wandering in the room alone, I found that I was lost, feeling the loneliness of being alone with bright lights, walking through the streets and alleys with the bleak wind in the cold winter, and the voice in the video was gradually weak
I feel that I am repressing something at the bottom of my heart. I want to spit it out for fun, but I don't know where to tell it. A person looked at the screen in a daze, feeling the concern of a girl from afar, but did not know how to speak. I wanted to run away, but I felt the cold weather and the slippery road stopped. I left with my heart, and finally I chose to stop in the dissuasion.
It seems that I am sick. From the bottom of my heart, from the soul, it seems that someone is whispering all the time, it is struggling, it is giving up, the cold streets, the inexplicable rise of cruelty in the bottom of my heart. I often think about how people and human nature are twisted, wandering on their own road, but often turn back, saying the courage of no regrets, but when I hold the chess, I always feel a swing, fear of loss, Fear of failure, fear of separation... Courage became my extravagant hope. At this moment, the demons came to my heart again. I just felt that everything wrapped me up. The cold pierced my clothes, penetrated my bone marrow, and reached the depths of my heart.
Thousand account lamp
The night scene of lights has always been the symbol of a city. It muttered to itself, telling the construction of the city, and also lingered silently, embellishing the front for each figure.
I drove through the quiet road. There were only police cars patrolling, but people and vehicles had nothing.
I walked along the road from the darkness without lights. In the bright light in the center, I watched the countdown of the traffic lights. With the cooperation of Liaoli, I moved from the center to the border, and from the bright light to the darkness. Slightly turning his head, he looked at the lights of thousands of accounts from the rear-view mirror, and felt the steering wheel, looked down, looked at Carton's face in the video, and murmured the voice that was not his own but only his own:
The loss of the whole world and loneliness from the bottom of my heart.
One shift of wind and snow
The wind shuttling through the streets
Pick up all left by pedestrians
It's a secular pyrotechnic atmosphere
That's the bread, rice, oil and salt of the world
It was a young man with no regrets
It's a childlike face
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Feel the wind piercing everything
In winter, it is as cold as wine
The ground is covered with frost and snow
Sing out the melody, tremble and be uneasy
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Dreams fail
"There is no reason for two people to live together. It must be boys who support their families, or ask boys to pay more. It should be two people working together. I want to share the pressure of life with you, so I hope you don't have too much psychological burden."
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From small to large, the luck is always one point worse.
So in the end, there was nothing to spell, only myself. In order to make the wound heal as soon as possible, sprinkle salt on it. The pain of that moment always has a shiver in the memory.
Later, I finally believed one sentence by myself: Believe that you have the ability, then you really have it.
Then, a long dream began.
When she met that girl, her red cheeks and short hair were tied, and her black down jacket was still black after taking off. When she smiled gently, the whole office was only her light.
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Five days later, he looked at WeChat and said, "Are you finished?"
When I was eating meat, I asked why. It turned out that I couldn't go back and wanted to rub a car.
An hour later, there is a long way to go.
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Ten days later, we met in the sun at the weekend.
In a hurry, it's warm in winter.
"I like meeting you most, one or two gold and one or two wind."
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"I miss you. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
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What about the sense of loss? We fell asleep together.
