Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 122 (Floating Heart)
Slightly happy, slightly swaying, slightly awake.
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Clean, tired, melancholy, floating and hidden in the 21st century.Dust the people and things that I have paid tribute to and regretted, thank you for this life.

A misty sky light floated from under the curtain, squinting at the sun, hanging on the branch, swaying and swaying.Find a shoulder-friendly posture in the confusion, and get a short morning fragrance.

And wake up together with the graceful posture of this morning, with thin green leaves and delicate flowers, in an elegant posture.

It would be great if you were here.

On the title page are printed words that sound like a call.

The weekend is here.

Pulling away from the secular state of stalemate, like an arrow traveling through time and space, deepens the sense of happiness floating.Bow your head and look at the dust, life is nothing more than a speck of dust, the light mist falls, the sound of the four seasons, the weather hesitates between rain and no rain, the grass is wet, the wind binds the flowers and branches, all kinds of things in the busy life have kept me alive until now.

The window is light ink, the silver lamps are on, and the car taillights are like rolling pearls, moving lightly on the diamond-encrusted street.

If it is safe.

It seems that life is being used to bury nightmares around every corner.

Is it possible to dry up one or two pieces of memory and drift through life.

The early moon swayed like a faint hickey.

willing

This paragraph of text, with starlight, went to find the person who matched him.

For the rest of my life, three meals a day, four seasons, warm and interesting.
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The annual rings portray the face, but the heart is still young.

(End of this chapter)