Spring is infinitely good, and it is the time to travel. - Inscription (Summer) I come from spring, I go back to summer, I go from autumn, I indulge in winter, the colors of the four seasons of this year, real but dreamy, hot and cold.

In the past two days, it was really boring and tight, like the most boring period in more than 20 years, and the weather was extremely hot, causing me to be drenched in big sweat, ticking to the ground, turning into the most helpless big pickled flowers, this is the summer, the summer that tortures the fat man.

The scenery in the morning is really infinitely beautiful, the beginning of the time, fade away the fatigue of yesterday, let people continue to be noisy like a dragon and tiger again, and continue to move forward, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, and finally accumulate into poetry and distance.

But there were so many mosquitoes flying last night, and I went to send red to the mosquitoes overnight, my blood, I'm afraid this time I will contribute Ncc blood.

What the hell is this, what a spicy and beautiful scenery, such a miserable feeling, I don't open up at all...... (Rain) braving the drizzle, no umbrella, no cover-up, just one person, one ride, one earphone, free, gallop forward, let the mind follow the direction of the wheel's rotation, rub and rub, and have a good time.

I found such a phenomenon: at the moment of separation, many people always like to ask and listen to what others plan next, and then there is a surging consciousness in their hearts, but only that.

Subsequently, in the intervening period after the separation, he continued to indulge in the comfortable pomegranate skirt, being in the unreal, never understanding the real situation, and making one dream after another in the future in advance without waking up.

That's how I am! (scattered) spent three days meeting the person I wanted to meet, although in the end there was only a hurried side, and it was enough for selfishness.

For this hurried life, only this moment of warmth is precious! Maybe it's a dream, maybe it's a real moment.

Farewell, goodbye, my thoughts are accompanying me to the end of the world.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 116: The sense of travel to Yingzhou again is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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