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| 2015/09/11 15:06:44瀏覽218｜回應0｜推薦0 | |
| This year's winter has not gone, I have felt the summer still cold shiver. I lost in the labyrinth, the night light flickering on the wall on residual ridge. The white plaster off a lot, I used to pull the fingers slowly. I don't know whether the sun will rise tomorrow, but the curtain of the night has long gone. Winter snow in my heart has not yet dispersed, but the warm summer has been hot in my body. The total leisure time of the night is very long! I am looking forward to tomorrow and sad Xiao suo. From the village to the town has hundreds of miles away is a few months ago, the town's people still very busy as usual. Often the street and, strange face, be familiar with english. Clamor. Abuse Banter Men and women, old men and children. Some people look around, there is a lonely silence, some people walk, some people stop. The village people mostly did not leave, sad is this year's workers than usual idle a lot, and so on the life is how ah. Those who often clamor for life is their own efforts and to the people most Yaquewusheng. Life, after all, is not what we can conclude. Ten years old twenty years old; we are naive, 40; we are helpless, seventy when we look forward to die alone. People are the most sad, hoping to the fate of discrimination in the fate of travel trade resources. The life of the country is now also free of many, under the changes of the society, the day in the land of the people who work less. Most people went to the field, to stay at home, but women and children and the elderly. Whenever the Spring Festival, all kinds of people began to leave, deserted and lonely in the country after the spread of the March. This year is far more difficult than usual, people slowly found out to lose their lives rely on. Between provinces and cities, with the family's expectations, free in the world of sadness. Tobacco, wine, woman. Nor can it satisfy the comfort of men who are now under the illusion of life. Folding weep with grief and pain? The woman in the previous month died, is heard by jumping off a cliff dead, old woman died of despair, probably for her is the best results. Nearly fifty children hurried home in the care of the funeral. I did not see their sadness, relaxed, put down the burden that is not reflected in the appearance of the. People have too much pain is unable to tell, the bear is everyone's choice, if one day we can not be too bear, death perhaps more appropriate dermes. Life will suffer hardship, people should be optimistic alive. It is true that optimism is more powerful than a pessimist. A heart is also afraid of fine bitter helpless, what kind of attitude in the face of just trying to live. People alive have a choice, choose nothing but good or bad. You choose the smiling face I don't envy, I sad also has nothing to do with you. How ridiculous this human world, we all have to exaggerate is ridiculous. At the summer solstice, the great heat and autumn, after Chushu cold. Women are ready to receive the crops from this season. That's the crops, the rain at this time, even after a few days. The rain washed out the dry land of the day. The village people and the rain season began sowing season behind the seed, to be a good harvest. Today, I'm going to leave the village a few months later, I go back, I will come back. Life in the small town has not left me too much impression, my hometown of life I do not desire. Where I was going, this is not lost on the road only one person. I am probably not alone, but everyone will be lonely. Thick feet Tread softly in the cement shop play a land, arm thick seam width, I do not know what the dripping formed in the long history of dirt also Propecia. |
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