Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

The flowers raised at home committed suicide, and the suicide note said: I don't have to worry about food and clothing all my life, but I lack sunshine and love. ——Zhou Guoping, "Love and Loneliness"

A flower will bloom, wither, and have all the possibilities of life. The image of a "flower" is the meaning behind the flower. It is not a flower, no matter how deep the meaning is, there is no embodiment of life. Therefore, the poetry is beautiful and wonderful, but also cruel and indifferent, so that people no longer remember a simple flower.

"What's the use of poetry, no matter how good it is." Xue Jie sent a message to the master sadly, "My heart is not good, no matter how well those things are written, what is the use, and they can't be eaten." Don't leave it at that, take care! ”

"You actually say that my heart is bad." The master sent a message desolately, "Xue Jie, there is one last sentence for you: parting and re-sending a message, and there is an oath in the word. Well, that's it. ”

"I'll count 123, let's block and delete it together, one, two, three." Chergera Black removed the Master.

Mountains and seas can be flat, and it is difficult to be flat! No one suffers the same, and often competes with the same interests. Actually, it really doesn't matter if I am a talented woman or not, I just want to live my life simply and plainly.

"What is cutie doing?" After getting off work, I sent a message to Xuejie.

"I'm waiting for you." Xue Jie threw away all her worries and sorrows, and happily returned to depression.

"You're going on vacation, aren't you? I just went to Douyin, and you and your classmates are laughing so happily in your video! "Depressed sent a message, as long as you see Xue Jie happy, depressed will be happy.

"Next week's exam, after the exam, the holiday mode will be opened." Xue Jie happily sent a message to depressed, "Shuai Shuai, how are you doing today?" ”

"Of course, my brother's mentality is invincible." Depressed then sent a message, "I was thinking, what if I wasn't what you wanted? ”

"No, you hooked up with my sister last night, and the smile made me jealous." Xue Jie replied to the message sourly, "I suddenly remembered the video I sent you a few days ago, in which the girl ate her boyfriend's vinegar, and then she said to her boyfriend every day: Thank you Brother Yu, it seems that I will say to you every day in the future: Thank you Brother Xiao!" ”

"Hahaha, here it is again, can you not keep accounts." depressed and helpless, he said, "How can there be such a thing, if you are jealous, you will hold a grudge, it seems that I am very important in your heart." Bao'er, don't worry, it won't be in the future. ”

"Mm-hmm, that's good, happy." Xue Jie's heart was full of joy, and her heart was sweeter than eating honey.

I picked up my pen and wrote the story of "someone", and someone in reality disappeared from it. Poetry and stories are inspired by reality to express feelings; As a result, real things are trapped in words, and people feel the feelings after magnification and beautification, but they can never feel the feelings of the prototype in reality.

"Since ancient times, beauties love heroes, and the two of us are good." I sent a message with a depressed emotion, "My sister said the same thing, and I will help my brother-in-law watch her in the future." ”

"Handsome, I envy my sister so much, I have my brother so protective." Xue Jie said sadly, "I don't have a brother, no younger brother, no sisters and sisters, I'm the only one in my family, and I grew up lonely and lonely." ”

"I can be both a brother and a boyfriend, and I can also be a husband, a husband, and a partner." depressed comforted Xue Jie, "If you're unhappy, I can still be your younger brother, let me tell you, you have found a treasure, haha." ”

"Wow, this is one as ten, it's amazing, happy, thank you Shuaishuai." Xue Jie was excited. No, since she is depressed, Xue Jie doesn't have to worry about anything. If you are bullied, you will stand up and teach the bad guys a lesson; When I encountered something bad, I was unhappy, and I was depressed and used seventy-two kinds of martial arts to make Xue Jie happy; When it comes to holidays, those who are depressed and romantic for Xuejie don't want it, even God envy it; In his spare time, when he was depressed, he laid out the pen and wrote poems, and poured ink on the poems, which was extremely tender for Xuejie. In Xue Jie's eyes, depression is perfect to be impeccable (well, even when you are occasionally disobedient, you still have to take care of it).

"Honey, rest early, good night, I'll call you tomorrow morning to wake you up, don't be late." , the depressed and sweet message made Xue Jie happy, "Okay, handsome, good night." ”

A flower only blooms for a tree, a poem, a song and a feeling. The flowers in my heart, from scratch, slowly open bright and moving. The flowers of reality, from prosperity to decline, gradually withered and withered yellow. One has seen the power of vitality, and the other has seen a bright end.

You've picked a flower that you think you like so much, why do you have to go into the garden again and again?! Because you always feel that there is a better flower than this. Greed will always be a black hole that human beings cannot fill. And everything in the world that can be talked about eternal is never material. He says he loves you, maybe just to satisfy his own need for love. Is it really love you? Time will tell. I say I love you, and the world seems abstract, spinning, and blurring. In a parallel world, there will always be someone who will really love you without asking for anything in return.

Encountering depression is the only time in my 21 years of life that I have been signed. We have no secrets, we are open and honest, we are like two blooming flowers, never withering! As long as you look for me, I will always be there; As long as you send a message, I will reply in 24 hours.

Trust is the source that supports the continuation of all feelings, and without trust, all joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows, and love are empty talk.