In fact, I wanted to write a story about you a long time ago, but I was afraid of alarming the old man buried in the small hill, and I was afraid of hurting the goddess who continued for you with her life. So I didn't put pen to paper for a long time. I held it for a long time, and finally I didn't vomit or feel unhappy, and I wrote this article rashly.

This is the second time I've written about a person, and it's hard to write every word. On the psychological side, apart from distress, there is no other feeling to describe.

Today's sky is gloomy, which really makes people unhappy, and it really fits the occasion. A sentence "There is a tiger in the heart, smell the rose." After the feast, tears flowed down his face. "Tell you all the life of your miserable life.

It seems that I saw it again, on that rainy day, in Nanjing, where the peddlers and pawns were all rouge, and in the Jiming Temple where I saw through the floating life and became a Buddha by epiphany. Leaning on your thin body, facing north, your mouth is still muttering to yourself, thinking about the youth raised by this son of a bitch.

Yes, only the old man who has been buried in the ground, or may not be safe, and the Pu Jia who has great wisdom and a little woman's plot can really understand your hardships, your humility, arrogance and perseverance.

At first, I really didn't understand why a man could be so stiff that he didn't even dare to cry, it turned out that no matter how small and trampled on the little people, there may be a little bit of self-esteem in his heart that is not for outsiders, and your self-esteem stings those dirty souls, so loudly.

As for feelings, we should all go to the city more often, because I've heard that it's full of graves. Xiao Yao is a good girl, and you are not a good man, when you hurt her, you actually hurt yourself even more. This heart drags mud and water, which is the most bitter place in life. The relationship between women and feelings is like a cat and a mouse, and young girls treat feelings like a kitten that has not been around for a long time. A woman always has to give a man a once in her life, preferably her first love, when she can be stupid and stupid, and then she can leave her shrewdness and wisdom to marriage. said resolutely, but after turning around, he finally burst into tears, squatting on the ground, like a child who had lost his faith. The sunset stretches your figure so long, so desolate.

The people who hurt the most people in life must be the kind of men and women with a vague sense of distance, perfect, everything goes well, it's just the wishful thinking of stupid children, especially feelings.

I still remember the first time you entered the hotel, you subconsciously took out a note with a number, folded it into a paper airplane, put it in the palm of your hand, looked at the high-rise buildings outside the window, and muttered, "Do I need to look up to you for the rest of my life?" Yes, with your eyes open, you don't have to face reality.

We are so hypocritical, always pretending to be tolerant of others, but in fact we are incompetent, because we dare not hurt others, we are cowardly and pale to interpret as forgiveness. When will I be able to see through more than half of the floating life, and the mood is half Buddha and half fairy. Put it down, two simple words, only eleven strokes. Happiness is simple when you are a child, and it is simple and happy when you grow up.

As long as an individual does have more or less self-esteem and cheekiness, but he has never been hungry, thirsty, poor, shabby, has never had a problem with small traders and vendors, has never had a headache for utility bills, how do you know how luxurious self-esteem actually is. Groveling with others, whispering with others, who doesn't feel aggrieved, but life is like to run people over and refuse to give up, so every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, poor people must have hate, and who knows that hateful people must have sad suffering. When I asked the Bodhisattva why he sat upside down, he only sighed that the sentient beings refused to turn back, even if it was 800 on the side door, or 3,000 on the left side. When we complain that our shoes don't fit, we look at those who don't.

There is no love for no reason in this world, no hate for no reason, and no giving for no reason, so we all have to have a heart of awe, and those who care about themselves need to be redoubled to pay back. Therefore, no matter what the nature of friendship, it is a bottle of liquor, the longer it is sealed, the higher the value, and once it is opened, it may only be enough for a drunkard to get drunk and cherish it. But people can't live for others, and if they are tired, they don't say anything, which makes the people who sleep below feel uneasy.

If not, three thousand worlds, millions of Bodhi sentient beings, why do you smile with me alone, but only meet you? If there is fate, after the lights are knotted, three feet of snow, white hair overnight, and there is no speech since then, but there are only ashes, and there is no rekindling. Whoever takes whom's floating life will mess up whose passing years. For those who are really good to you, you must cherish it, don't wait until the young children are old, and the pink beauty has two sideburns. When I was a teenager, I thought that I could engrave the feelings for a lifetime, but they will disappear little by little, although the scars may exist for a lifetime, but they will never be as distressed for a lifetime as they were at the beginning.

I went to Qingdao, and it was already night when I arrived, and the wind was very strong, and I wanted to blow into your bones. The original intention of going to Qingdao was actually to see if the legendary sea was as magnificent and endless as you say. It did sound funny, but the fat man couldn't resist my temptation, and went to the beach with me in the morning to have a look. I asked him how it was like when you first saw the sea. He said, "It's a bit bigger than our pit." I thought at the time, Ya is really uneducated. But when I saw the sea, I was really messy. There is a sentence in my mind all the time, and I can't help but say, the sea is so fucking big. It's pretty much the same as the fat man.

I also had the idea of bringing home a little sand from the seaside, and it would be enough to bury two hearts. The bottle is also a defective product after drinking the inferior mineral water bought in the store.

Finally, after walking for a long time, I saw a small area of sandy beach, I didn't rush to fill the bottle, I was waiting, as for what I was waiting for I still haven't figured out.

The fat man proposed, you can write something on the beach, I think so, I didn't expect the fat man to also have a literary fan. I found a lot of places, and I wasn't very satisfied, or I wasn't happy with the font I wrote, or I was ...... Eventually, he found a piece of pure land near the two wrecked ships. The fat man said, the two of us can go to sea in these two boats. I thought to myself, you're really not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. Actually, I'm afraid of disturbing their old age.

I repeatedly painted peach hearts on the beach, but I was not satisfied. It's so easy to draw, but I don't know what to write in it. When I crouched down, I wanted to write seriously. I think of you who went out of BJ, went to the Northeast, and arrived in Nanjing via XZ. A song can mark you as a prison, and you are willing. I think my current mood is about the same as yours, I can no longer walk as free and easy as before, and I will inevitably have more worries in my heart, and finally I want to start my hand and lock you firmly in my heart, I can't run if you want to.

You don't care, I do. It's hard to imagine that this is coming out of your mouth as a wise and demonic person. Sitting on the train, watching and reading repeatedly, I finally understood.

You are very happy, and you are very happy. You are an angel and a moth. Falling from the sky, but not wanting to be reborn. Ergou has you, how can you still steal half a day of leisure, and your heart is like a half-Buddha and half-fairy. You have bought peace with your life. Biting gold, a man, majestic atmosphere.

I can't find any words to glorify your beauty, and I feel that no matter how beautiful they are, they will still defile you.

Pujia, Pujia is probably like this.

You see, we're still kids. Of course, we have to learn to get along with each other. After death, forget about each other in the rivers and lakes.

In the end, I didn't become a second dog, and you can't be a pouch. Where do the fireworks come from, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque.