¥¥ The 050th diary of a three-sided broken mirror star becomes a memorable &&&

Or on October 15, 1986, because of a text message, it became my big day [ask for collection, ask for boutique tickets]

If my diary changes a lot in the future, and becomes elusive, it is the letter from the strange woman that inspired me and influenced me. Gray love xù, I also have, it was this letter that tore open my last doorman.

I thought again of the pair [which seemed to have been written specifically for me]: to live in the world, intentionally or unintentionally, and to treat people as if they were to leave. This attitude to life is far easier to get along with than a serious person.

"Stars," I thought, "the stars have entered the fifth space and become false stars, of course, but they can also be sympathetic, yes." ”

The layout of the whole Shiqiao Town is like a multi-mouth pliers, one side bites the Tuojiang River, three sides bite the three mountains, Shiqiao Middle School is half of the tiger's mouth of the pliers, and I can be small to nothing in this half of the tiger's mouth.

Is the electricity in Jianyang City non-stop all year round? [less than ten miles away] we have to stop here almost every day. I sent ten letters without reply, but not all of them were given to strange women, two to my sister, two to my cousin, two to the printer, one called my uncle, and one called my widow [I wrote a lot of letters, and in the days when my inner emotions were most chaotic, there were more weekly diries, and the gentleman said that I 'don't live only by letters!', and she asked me not to write those diaries anymore, but I did write too much. 】……

The night is getting thicker and thicker, and the boundless fog is shamelessly getting closer and closer. The gentleman's little brain is between the small palms, and he doesn't bother to move.

I thought this and stood motionless on the top of the hill behind the school for half an hour. On the low stone railing at the foot of the 109 steps sat a green woman, flipping through the large folio book on her lapstool from time to time, so engrossed that she had forgotten the fourth room, and she could hardly move anything else.

I've been looking at her, and since I've been looking at her, I can stop looking at any other woman, no matter how touching the other person is, she's 'what Ying'.

The posture of the one with his head is moving, the reading posture of the one who is engrossed in reading is moving, and the figure standing here in white trousers is moving, however, there is no light movement of each in his own position, each with his own concentration, for a long, long time......

"Where's the other one?" she finally came up, and she asked the same thing. The standing statue waved its left hand to the lawn behind it, and it was still full of chic, with the rhyme of playing the wheat field, but no one appreciated it, nor did he appreciate it, and the glory of labor could not illuminate this small circle. The old man had fallen asleep where I was pointing. She said, "You're mysterious enough. After sitting down for a while, I walked down to the center of the earth, and walked back with my back to the gentleman. Sit in a circle again and pull some salted eggs.

It was an unfortunate gathering. I came first, and the town of Stone Bridge was nothing more than a broken mirror. Then I saw the thin gentleman stumbling in harmony and stumbling up the steps that others had repaired. The gentleman rested enough, as usual, and the song was all over the hillside, and the old one was full of belching, and she took a nap on the lawn to digest it, so that she was too late to squeeze in from the song, and looked at her own thoughts on the first steps.

No matter how good the singing is, it won't stay in our little world for long.

The breath of the beautiful woman woke up the old way from the dream, and although the three men and one woman gathered around the famous round table in my family, this time the conversation no longer had a perfect and harmonious taste. It's just nonsense without a theme, sitting together, just together, I think our small circle is just another broken mirror - broken, broken mirror can't be reunited!

The letter written by the gentleman in the evening self-study was addressed to the 'strange woman'. I received a letter from him today, and there is a sentence that says: "Life is like this, sometimes we are happy because of affection, sometimes we are sad because of affection, but we are always sad without affection." ”

This good guy, at a young age, was all hurt by love.

&&&&4 days ago, the gentleman wrote:

He was gone, and entered a new www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion

I kept it, still standing still

He made great strides towards www.biquge.info new Biqu Pavilion www.biquge.info the new Biqu Pavilion

I'm still hovering where I am

We used to sit together on the same wooden bench

This wooden bench left our different footprints

His line of conduct was clear and down-to-earth

My line is vague. Voiced ......

I don't know when I'll be able to walk

He is now walking at a new point

I don't know when I'll be able to catch up with him

Perhaps, he has reached the pinnacle of his life

I'm still stumbling halfway through......"

The gentleman wrote it himself, but he asked me, "Who wrote it?" and "I don't know." He reminded me, "We used to sit on the same wooden bench. "I really don't know. "Although I spent a lot of time at the same table in high school, he also had a lot of tablemates, and with the state that I was about to "learn from the sea and leave the sea, and people don't like it", it would definitely not be me.

&&& Two days ago, I wrote a letter of recommendation: "Now recommend your son to come home and inherit your business, hoping for a test." "At that time, I already had the idea of going home and becoming a farmer. On this day, I silently wrote the famous poem "Pole", which later became the reason for my own "tears in the river":

"It's Aotianzhu

There is a lot to be green

The wind destroys it, and the leaves shake off

There are few green and yellow, and the twilight power is the foot of the ship

Hugh mentioned

Mention it, tears spill the river"

It was on that day that her letter arrived, and it was returned to me, along with my pillowcase and small round mirror. The pillowcase was washed yesterday and has not yet dried, so the envelope is wet. The back of the small round mirror was split into two pieces for no apparent reason, and the other was her note, which was the text message she uploaded yesterday. "I'm so sorry, your mirror is broken, the broken mirror can't be reunited!

When I first received the letter, I was still very relaxed, and I kept smiling, and I said in a leisurely tone: "My eyes can still express my true feelings." In the broken mirror, there are two painful eyes on the face that is smiling healthily. Laughing and talking with the gentleman all afternoon, and eating half a catty of noodles lightly in the evening. The power went out after the meal, and I accompanied the gentleman to buy a notebook, but I walked more and more heavily!

"Actually, it's over. The gentleman said, "It should have been over a long time ago." ”

I couldn't sleep almost every night, and tonight was even harder. I can't throw it away!

Old, don't persuade me again, don't write to her, don't, I really don't want it.

I don't want to read books, including "Stealing Fire". But I think I'll get better soon, my injuries have always healed faster.

I also wanted to write a "Broken Mirror", I can't write poetry because some people hate it.

Don't blame anyone, especially her, I don't blame anyone.

How beautiful the night is, you know?