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77 Forgotten sorrows

A void of doubt, a blank one, there in a daze, and suddenly there as if suddenly realized and smiled, as if sweet to the heart of a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that is difficult to express and feel in words, but also in that kind of happy immersion is a kind of lost loss, but also a kind of lost search, as if lost on the broken ground is difficult to find, and it seems to be a blank that is difficult to find there, where suddenly you have to hit your head, Two young children were in the alley at that intersection when they suddenly bumped their heads. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There the two foreheads collided with each other, and there they collided very loudly, and then the two men quarreled even louder:

"Why are you hitting me!" It was a little girl who shouted angrily.

"You...... You...... Obviously you hit me! The little boy shouted with some dissatisfaction, but he quickly calmed down again, and quickly turned around, and seemed to be talking to himself and as if he was deliberately saying it to someone, "Hmph, good men don't fight with women, I'll stay away from you now, I'll go find the exit again!" ”

"Damn fellow! No gentlemanly demeanor at all! The little girl watched the little boy's back turn away, and stamped her feet in place in anger, and trembled so angrily that she almost jumped up and screamed in place, as if she was bickering, "Humph! Who do you think you are? The tone is so horizontal, it's really annoying, hum, I'll stay away from you too, see who finds the exit first! As the little girl yelled in that place, she turned around in such a huff.

In the whirlwind of the cool breeze, in the air, in the space, there is a kind of staggering between time and space, as if there is a kind of miss and staggering between each other, and it seems to be a complete kind of something that is difficult to support and guard, what is possible there, and what is there seems to be so slowly starting something, as if the suspension of the reincarnation of memory has begun to rotate there.

It's the naughtiness of children, it's the ignorance of children, but the two children, the two children who got lost in the labyrinthine city, in the labyrinthine world, when the two people turned their backs on each other, each looking for what kind of way out and exit again, what kind of road began to get farther and farther between the two, as if the journey of life began to get farther and farther away. There is no struggle in the distance, and it seems that there is a kind of remoteness, which cannot even be said to be struggling, and it is getting more and more distant there, as if it has not yet been discovered and found, and what has happened and discovered there in pain and pain, or something unknown there.

What is missed, as if something has been lost for a long time, what has been forgotten, as if it will be forgotten forever, at least the future compensation will be narrowed there, and the possibility of making up for it will be very small. What kind of coldness there is, and what is there is a faint fall there, as if it is a faint and sad fall, it is not a kind of cruelty, but just a kind of mistake, because I don't know right and wrong, it is there with the temperament and temper that exudes wantonly, and even with a kind of pain and pain that exudes there, it is a kind of ecstasy-like atmosphere, and it is a kind of emptiness that cannot be found in the breath of life.

It's young ignorance, but it's a painful and sad scar when you grow up, a scar that is not easy to re-uncover, as if it will be there very painful and painful, what kind of speculation there is, what kind of speculation and speculation there always seems to exist in life, and then, there is what exists there, and what is there that has disappeared there, what has disappeared for a long time, as if it will never exist there, it is difficult to do there, It's hard to do something, and it's like an impact of a spiritual feeling, as if your heart has suddenly been hit by something, hurt, knocked unconscious, knocked unconscious, or found nothing there, and still nothing is particularly clear.

It was a roar, and when the distant and distant roar echoed at the end of the sky, it was as if fear had begun to permeate there. And the sky is endless, but the sky that the human eye can trace still has an end, there is still a boundary, there is still a boundary, as if the sight of the human eye is originally marginal, originally there is a limit of perspective, so everything that can be touched is also a marginal limit, whether it is in sight, hearing, touch, taste, and all the senses and perceptions.

There are a lot of trances, there are a lot of pains of forgetting and forgetting, but what is forgotten in that pain is like every nerve in the convulsions of the machine, it is a delusion, a long-term and long-term delusion, there is something that is lost there, as if it is a loss, what kind of loss and confusion, the small creatures are there to fear, and there is fear.

Some things seem to have nothing to do with cruelty, and the reason why those cruel behaviors are made there is only because they can't experience that pain, but they will experience a kind of pleasure in it, so everything is easily made in the pleasure and pain, a kind of elimination, and it seems to be a kind of competition and forgetting. There are things that are difficult to accept there, there are things that are unacceptable there, and there are things that are difficult to discover for a long time.

Shivering, cold, in the toss of illness, there is forgetting, there is nothing that cannot be felt, there is something indifferent, what you want to feel, what kind of pain you want to feel again, because the physical torture and uncontrollable, so it will tear there, and there is something unbearable, as if it is something that cannot be endured, it seems that in life, in all kinds of ups and downs in life, there will always be what kind of impossibility, what kind of impossibility, what kind of impossibility, There are also what can't be done, what can't be helped. What kind of pain in life.

There are too many kinds of pain in life that I want to escape and avoid, as if it is the pain that will be forgotten there, a kind of torture, but it is also difficult to choose something in the deep pain.

It was a pile of corpses, a pile of cold corpses, where the cold night rain whizzed down on this dry, stuffy world, and on that corpse, a hand suddenly reached out of it, out of the middle of the cold corpse.

The rain is still falling, it is a cold and majestic rain, and it will also extinguish all the sleeping memories of the general rain, what kind of heavy rain is there as if it has disappeared, there is something that is difficult to chase there, and there is something that is impossible there.

Climbing out of the cold corpse was a skull, a skull child, who could tell that he was once a little boy, a little boy who was burned alive, the skull boy disappeared under the rain, and suddenly disappeared in that world, but did he really disappear, or was he looking for a new place and direction for his survival and survival in this world again? Is he looking for himself again in this world, but in this world, he is looking for himself again, and he has to find a new self again.

If you are always alone, you will not be able to find yourself, or you will not be able to find yourself easily, so you need to hold on something, and you will also be empty in that kind of sustenance. When everything is not as good as you imagined, when everything is not as smooth and natural as you imagined, a lot of things are difficult in it, and there are difficulties in it, and there are things that have been forgotten for a long time, as if they are completely empty there. There are things that cannot be felt there, and there are things that cannot be distinguished there, and it is also impossible to distinguish between right and wrong, and it is also unclear what is lost and gained. When you lose, you gain something, and when you gain something, you lose something.

It is a kind of unknown, it is also a kind of nostalgia, it is also a kind of unapproachable, it is something that cannot be approached, as if it is impossible to get close, because there are many, many things that are impossible there, and it seems that there is something completely unknown, where it is indifferent, what is hurt there, what is forgotten there, what is forgotten and what kind of forgetting seems to be a long-term general, in that forgetting will be vacant, it will be blank, and it will feel wrong. Suddenly there will be some nervousness, because of a feeling of no hope, and feel lost and lost, some are not confident in themselves, some are doubtful about themselves, a kind of doubt that they can't believe in themselves, and it seems to cause a misunderstanding there, as if it is a long-term and long-term misunderstanding.

It's a long road, it's a long road that seems to have no end, and on that long road, I walk silently, and I feel pain and hardship in that silence, and I feel heaviness there, and I don't want to do anything in the heaviness and depression of it, what I don't want to do, what I don't want there, and what I don't seem to want to do. No matter how cold it is, no matter how cold it is, it will still shiver there or be helpless there, and it will still be there to undoubtedly find, and nothing can be found, as if it were something empty there, and it seems that it is completely empty there.

It was a little girl who wanted her mother to hug her, and it was a little girl that the white fox's spirit was very familiar with, because that little girl existed in the bottom of her heart, immersed in the memory of her heart. There she was crying, she was sobbing there, she was there sobbing and crying to her mother, crying weakly, and it seemed that she was there feeling what kind of forgotten and what kind of crying. There is something that cannot be approached, and there is something that seems impossible there. There is also something that is slowly gradually growing there, something that is getting smaller and smaller, and something that seems to be slowly disappearing there. It seems to be true and it seems to be unreal.

What you want to get closer to is a kind of perception and perception of life, a kind of recognition and debate, and also a kind of perception and feeling, because it has been too long, too long, after everything and everything, it is all blank, and it is difficult to find something. That's something different, and something seems wrong. What kind of distantness there should be, what kind of distance there is between each other, what is unrecognizable, what is in the indistinct, what is in the indifference and indifference, what is far away, what is starting to become more and more distant, what kind of distantness, as if it is something that is not real and unreal.

It's a kind of perception and feeling that has been forgotten for a long time, and it seems that there is no perception or feeling there. A lot of things are things that are not clear there, and there seems to be something blank and not understood. It is a kind of selflessness, as if you have lost yourself, as if you have no self, a kind of pity, but also a kind of pathetic and ridiculous. It seems to be a fault, but in that long-term fault, it seems that there is something that cannot be found, and there seems to be something that cannot be found. What swirls in that memory, as if it were something swirling in the air, and what seems to be something that is rotating in it, spinning in the void, is the light, is the fingerprint of a young child, because it is there to gaze, so it will appear, it is in that careful observation, what does not exist in the first place, it will appear there, it seems impossible, and it seems that it will become real there, as if it is impossible to be real.

Therefore, she still believes that this is a dream, just a dream of herself, but she doesn't know how to get out of this dream, or maybe she is really too tired, or too worried to look for and guard something. Because there will be vacancies and emptiness, because there will be nothing, in fact, many, many things will not be obtained there, and a lot of things will not be obtained, as if they are all unobtainable, but the former self thought everything too simply, and then the heart of desire is swelling there, like infinite desire swelling in it, it is a vicious circle that expands and tears something.

There will be a lot of vacancies, there will be a lot of emptiness and hard to look back, in that indifference and indifference, there will be what will exist there very quickly, what will be there very quickly disappear, and there will be something that will disappear very quickly, but also a long-term and long-term disappearing something, as if there is an impossible disappearing something, there will be vacancy and what is not cared about, there are many, many things will be there very cold and do not care. And in that illusion, many times, the palm of the hand is unable to hold the water, the water flow belongs to the flowing liquid will naturally flow away from the palm of the hand, and the flow away will never be able to be retained, what cannot be retained, why should you stubbornly and forcefully ask yourself to do something, to accomplish something?

It seems to be a kind of unwillingness, a very simple reluctance to give up, as if this simple abandonment will produce a sense of sadness, and it will disappear so easily? Is it so easy that it's impossible? Everything seems to be impossible, everything seems to be irreparable, and it seems that there is something that will be completely forgotten there, and there will be a very lonely feeling when you are alone, but that lonely feeling seems to last there for a long, long time, because there are many things that you can't grasp. There is so much in life and life that you can't control yourself. Because there will be too many things that you don't understand and can easily change.

How can there be such a thing that can be easily changed, something that can be easily rediscovered, there are too many faults and the past, and then forgetting is a kind of forgetting for a long time, and it is also a kind of forcing oneself to forget and forget, everything is just for the sake of being so simple that you don't care about anything, don't pay attention to anything. What is there to bear, what is there to actively deal with, what is there to wait for a long time, what is there is something that is not clear there, there is also something that is indulged there, and there is also there is a general that has been abandoned there. What kind of regrets are forgotten, and what are there, as if there is a general pain and something forgotten that will be forgotten there, as if it is difficult to find what kind of right and wrong there.

It's a painful one, it's something that seems to be inaccurate, it's nervous in that inaccuracy, it's chaotic in that inaccuracy, it's trembling in it, it's disordered in it, there's something unfamiliar, there's something unskillful, there's something there's a kind of falsehood and perfunctory there. Because of the powerlessness and unintentional unintentional treatment and confronting of something, there are many, many things, and because of this, there are things that will disappear, and there are also things that are struggling there, as if they are struggling with something.

What has disappeared there, what has been vacant and blank there, many, many struggles, and many, many efforts to discover there, and what to find again, because there are many, many things that are slowly giving birth to what kind of new forgetfulness and negative perceptions and feelings, and that kind of negativity is an unhealthy and undesirable kind of feelings and feelings, and I want to extinguish it. What to let what kind of fault and what kind of sense of confusion disappear there again well.

A lot of what disappears is reluctant there, but there always seems to be some kind of reluctance that is at a loss there, and it seems that it is difficult to do there, and it seems that it is difficult to find something there, as if there is something that is stretched out there, that is a perception and feeling of physical torture, as if there is something there to feel the feeling and destruction of life, It's as if there is something empty in that empty air, something impossible, and it seems that there is something completely forgotten and forgotten in it.

In that forgetting and forgetting, there is nothing that cannot be felt and what cannot be done there, and there seems to be something that is completely forgotten there, there is something that cannot be considered, and there is something that is not understood, as if it is something that is impossible to do, and it seems to be something impossible. There is something there to cry, as if there is something there to cry, melancholy crying, as if there is some kind of deception and hurt, it is a kind of pain and pain that feels the pain and wound of life, a kind of wound and injury that coexists in the body and mind. Because it hurts too much, because it hurts too much, because it is too intense to forget and something that is difficult to approach, it will choose to forget there, as if it is there to choose what kind of forgetting and forgetting again.

Because there will be too much indifference, there will be too much distrust, there will also be a lot of deception and untrustworthy things, and finally there is sadness, just there is something completely sad, in the long-term sadness and pain, there is nothing that can not be looked back, as if beckoning in the air, the echo in the air will swirl around his wrist, and it is also like the air in his memory, what smells there again, What kind of emanation and pervasiveness is in the air, what kind of stillness is in the air, what kind of precipitation is there, that is the precipitated breath and memories, and it is also like the sudden sullen breath and perceptual feeling in life, that is what you don't want to get close, that is something close and very distant. It's like nothing that can't be approached, and it seems like nothing can't be done.

What is waiting there, what is waiting and searching for a long time, and it seems to be something that has not been waiting there for a long time, and it seems to be something that cannot be found, as if there is something like an insect that gnaws at every place and corner of the body and mind, that is a kind of unknown of the spiral halo, and in the unknown is a kind of waiting, a kind of waiting that has lost patience and has no way there, in the absence of waiting, looking for patience, and it seems that it is a time when you can't find patience, It will be there to choose what to forget, what kind of breath and perception to forget, what kind of memory and perception to recall, what kind of memory and perception, feeling and feeling.

Many possible things, or impossible things, exist there, or disappear, what is true or false, half-truths and half-truths exist somewhere in life. No matter how you identify it, you can only choose one of them, right?