She said that she prefers to be too forgetful of the month, she is very busy, and she used to leave a message to me with excitement, which seems to show that her voice is good, it is good, I am very light to listen, I don't want to listen all the time, I am afraid of enjoying this beautiful sound too much, she has been looking at me and I like you, I think the sky is suitable for the earth, she thinks that I am not like the people in the world, and you have become a talented woman, maybe you don't eat the fireworks of the world just immortal.

I feel that she is in love, so I don't have time to pay attention to me, naturally, I didn't give her love in the first place, she is getting older and older like you, women can't help waiting, fate is unpredictable, if someone didn't pretend to be you to know me, I wouldn't appear on the Internet in the mainland to look for you, prove you, and I won't see the writer I am familiar with by the way, and I won't run to the www.biquge.info Chinese of the Net, and I won't know her, unconsciously, a year will drag on for a year.

Not fake the outside, the world's great relics are independent of each spring and autumn, the rain has rested, look up at the sky, gray and black, heh! It's like my future, I don't ask when to get rid of the haze and fog, there is a blue and sunny sky in my heart, I walk firmly and slowly, walk slower than anyone else, the desire for freedom, the sound is slow, the melodious at ease, no need for external passion, the inner desire to run wild, for the direction of inaction, for the invisible gaze, for the king of freedom.

Miao Miao's profound and gentle attitude, provoking the lonely gorgeous and vast universe to include her in my heart, raising her hand and waving all my world, breathing with the wind, standing with the forest, burning with the fire, relying on the mountain together, writing with a smile, burning the music composed in the injury, never disappointed, a musical love letter in my hand, a music Sanskrit in my hand, a music castle in my heart, the world outside the universe calls me the source of music, and readers call me the emperor of music.

The sparse ticking rain still rings outside the window, tomorrow morning to the company's substitute class, if the rain keeps falling, there is a moldy smell, damp and humid are strict, and the big sun is needed to rescue, but for most people nowadays the concept of real estate is wrong, how to rescue it is incurable, and the wrong and wrong are all wrong together, just like Qian Quanwu is the boss of the concept of death is unsolved, unless the beginning of the beginning of the study of philosophy from an early age may be saved, but philosophical thinking is incompetent.

My time has passed, every era will pass, the past will not come again, because it is old, it must be eliminated when it is old, time will naturally be eliminated, look at it naturally, don't be nostalgic for those beautiful past, the past is beautiful and very bad, it is unbearable, a very fair world, because the world has never spoken, and the world has never said that it wants to give a fair world, we are talking about it, unfair, I am thinking about you, you never want me. (To be continued......)