Introduction: It turns out that the sky, from which angle you look at it, is different. Its color is not just gray, but also color.

At an elevation angle of 45 degrees, you can see the sky through the cyan leaves, half of which is the mountains and mountains, and half of the ocean of hearts.

Think about the beginning, at the beginning, and then look at the present, and in progress, it is full of beauty, memories and companionship.

In fact, they should not appear here, their existence is the mountains and mountains, the streams are murmuring, but in this world, the bustling and noisy, the camp, life can have dream-like freedom, there is only to meet a good master, treat them well and care for them, and their lives are blended together, and together they compose a moving life that is pleasing to the eye.

I'm really sorry for them, they met me, and I intervened in their lives, I really wasn't a good host, I forced my love on them, I didn't care about their habits, I sent their companions away with my own hands, and they could have been together for a long time.

However, this has disappeared with the wind, and when those lives are gone, the only ones who remember that they existed are me, and the people around me, but it is enough, it is enough to remember that they have been in this world.

In fact, life not only has an end, but also is full of vitality, will add a leaf of green to this space, and warmth, all thanks to the still surviving little green and small jade, of course, can not forget this is still swimming happily little blue, all of this, all for this ordinary life to send beauty and beauty, and beauty, thank them for stubbornly living.

If life is confused and loses all sense of direction, it is better to quietly raise fish, plant flowers, cultivate the mind in this way, let the voice of expectation settle down, and let the heart tell you the answer you want...... Conclusion: An autumn rain and a cold, and now, it is mostly autumn cold.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, listening to the sound of wind and rain, fantasizing about the rain gently falling on the trees, falling on the leaves like a new house, falling on the mottled and scattered no-man's land, putting away the arrogance, hiding the pride, just like that.

The autumn rain is colder, the cold wind blows, the heart is colder, the rainy day is more compatible with the warm quilt, the weather is so powerful, it is suitable for lying in bed, I really, really don't want to go to work~

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 09: One of the misty seas is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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