This early summer does not seem to be as cool as imagined, but I feel like there is a lack of transition.
Understand what I love and live where I am. Moreover, in those alternations of prosperity and desolation,
Facing life, I smiled and felt warm. I thought, that year, the sky was very blue, and I was just wandering around.
When I typed the text on the wrod document: Magic Rules. It started serializing on the novel website:
I think what I wrote was not personaltailor. Around 9pm on May 1, 2014, I said goodbye again.
I seek what I have lost, and now, I am losing what I will pursue in the future. I can never change the beginning. For example, the flowing beauty. But suddenly looking back, I still feel that I am no longer aware of it.
Falling into the lonely enclosure, it is so embarrassing when a hint is discovered; and after all, I will not be her, nor will I confuse her, I can only resolutely overturn, and I can only have my own
night.
I didn't expect that a story would start in 2008 and there would be collective disappearances.
Li Yi and Pan Xiao are my beauties, they exude the same chemical smell.
Because of the existence of these people, I always believe in that sentence:
The high heels worn by these girls are not only prepared for dancing and beauty, but also for equality and looking at each other.
When I coded here, I suddenly seemed to see another me again, the me who looked at Li Dai in the nightclub five years ago. I always kept the note Li Dai left for me: "We may not come back.
We may not know where we are going." I suddenly thought:
2008, mid-April: I just graduated from college and wandered around Suifenhe first;
Later, he was an intern at Furong Morning News. Due to discomfort, he immediately returned to Xiangxi Autonomous Prefecture.
My father noticed that I was tired, so he told me that we will discuss work matters later! You can go outside and take a look first. He handed me a passbook. I said, thank you.
I know that what is in front of me is not my original intention, but it has already reached this position. If there is still room for choice, there are only two choices: return and move forward.
When I am silent, I feel rich, and I want to speak, but at the same time I feel empty; in a dark way, people inside want to get out, and people outside want to come in.
I borrowed a Kia Magetis from a friend and set off from Guzhang County, passing through several provinces and walking for several days before arriving in Inner Mongolia. I took a self-driving route that few people take: 39°52'~42°47' north latitude, Ba
Yannur - Shaanba (Hangjinhou Banner) - Sandaoqiao Village, Heping Village - S312 - Crossing the Hell Yin Mountain - Ejina Banner, Dalaihubu Town. This road is the shortest, not only only 580 kilometers to Ulangeri, but also only in
There is a toll of 10 yuan when leaving Linhe.
It was a clear day in September, and the sky was full of stars. I parked my car on the side of the road many times and fell asleep scribbling. I rushed to the Qinghe toll station at 6:30 in the morning, picked up the card and got on the Beijing-Shijiazhuang Expressway, and then walked a section of the national highway (Ha Suhai arrived)
Baotou), it was delayed by 1 hour; so it was already 8pm when we arrived at Bayannur (Linhe).
I checked the guide and found that this travel route also includes Hongliu Beach, Sacred Tree, Ceke Port and other attractions;
I saw that the Xijuyan Sea in the desert had disappeared. The town of Dalaihubu that I passed by was very prosperous, and hotels had to be booked in advance. At this time, the forests were all dyed. Here, I saw the remaining beauty of Populus euphratica and the vicissitudes of black trees.
City. More charming colors. Similar to modernist paintings. In the woods, there were several times when I felt that I was not looking at the trees. There were a few days when I felt that they were looking at me. I think my trip was worth it.
Facing the beautiful streets, I feel happy and promoted, and in the end I am very satisfied.
I drove to Huancheng North Road and checked into Sakura Inn, room 405. Maybe there was no wind at that time. Here is what I said:
A young man wearing a casual plaid shirt, a coat, and a sleek black pattern walked up to me and said, "Hello."
Looking at his smile, I was suddenly surprised. I asked, are you from Qinghai? He said, yes. After a while, he said again:
When I see your temperament, it feels like I’ve known you before, like an old friend. I hope that the unfamiliar image won’t affect our relationship.
I suddenly felt:
Those hazy, disrepaired propositions have become very crooked. We have all walked through them.
I just want to be with this person, turning my back on myself. Moving past shallow moments.
Kurosawa Hikari and I quickly found a common topic, and we were both happy at that moment. I looked at this young man with slender shoulders and long neck; the story he told me was both beautiful and sad.
But I told him that my life was extremely poor, getting narrower and narrower, and there was almost no choice. However, he did not answer, but just called for a bottle of tour red wine. He just changed the subject and said: Wine has a soul.
.A bottle of wine is hidden there, but its life attributes have not disappeared. It will change quietly. Just like the whiskey hidden in a wooden barrel, you can ignore it, but it interacts with everything. Come! Have a few drinks!
It turns out that these are all in the realm. Perhaps what moved me was just the last simple words of Kurosawa Hikaru: Everlasting hatred is not as good as water, and it makes waves easily. The beauty has dispersed with the clouds and rain, and the passing years are empty and full of moons.
tomorrow.
I think fireworks are easy to get cold, and prosperity is easy to break. In Dubu, it was late autumn before I knew it. On the swaying land, through a few clumps of red poplar trees, I walked past the melancholy and prosperous ones, all peaceful.
When I first met, I was alone and full of life. Falling into a lonely corner with brilliant fireworks.
I am always attached to that quiet and warm city. Everything is for my own use, but it does not belong to me. I seem to have always stayed in the same place and never really left. At this time, there is only the indifferent reality left there.
Here, what is missing is round, what is round is missing again. It seems that that turn around is forever. So I said to them: The road that was initially determined can only be forward and not back. No matter how far away and how thorny the road is, believe in yourself.
We can finally reach it. I think this is because we are too easy to be emotional, but difficult to forget. But we have forgotten that behind the floating life, there is a person who has been waiting for you to turn around. For example, my school beauty brother Shen Nianjie!