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Chapter 115 Who in the Cloud Sends Brocade Letters ([-])

Lu Jinnian who lives in Sihe:

Bowl.Many people love this phrase.

Incomplete beauty is always so pitiful.However, if life is just like seeing it at first, why bother to bear the loneliness and distress of being neglected by others?
People around me always say that what is yours is yours after all, and it is useless if it is not your insistence.Literally.

However, not everything in the world can be so clearly distinguished, right or wrong.For example, feelings.A friend of my mother is now guarding an empty house alone with a child.When she was still young, she followed the man beside her, and the two of them worked hard together, and now they are wealthy and wealthy.In July this year, the two were still enjoying themselves happily.Happiness is like a flower that blooms until it is in full bloom.In less than half a year, it was abandoned like a shoe.I told my mother that it was really unexpected, a couple who were so happy now turned out to be like this.Mom just sighed, who can stop a person from changing his mind.

Yes.Everyone likes a one-to-one relationship. When choosing a person, the basic thought is that this life is with you.I believe that at the very beginning, both of them thought about staying together like this.It was only later that there were too many temptations of variables.Finally, someone defected.

I'm not afraid of the end of the song, but I hate the end of the song.
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The Park Anho You Don't Know

Lu Jinnian who lives in Sihe:

Looking back suddenly, the years are rushing back.

The people you have met, like or dislike; the things you have experienced, sad or sweet.That's how it used to be.The past time has already settled into eternity, no matter how we remember each other and regret it, it will not help.

Always remember something with the help of some side objects.

Record.This is a good method, I like it and use it often.

I always try to remember those extremely important people or things in my life.I keep a journal, in various ways.Black and white.Every time you make a stroke, the memory will be three points deep into the bone.I don't know when I fell in love with writing down my daily mood notes with colorful pens.I like the desk calendar. I write today's notes in the four squares, so such an ordinary day becomes a special anniversary.Everyone has their own unique way of remembering.When I was in junior high school, I had a very good friend, her name was Xiaochun, and she gave me a dime every day since we met.I put the coins she gave me every day in a chocolate tin.Now I can't remember how many there are, maybe they have already disappeared, after all, it was seven years ago.And sometimes it rains.It was also in junior high school at that time, and he gave me a thousand paper cranes every day.At that time, I just kept it, didn't feel anything, and wasn't even moved. Later, I accidentally opened one and found that there was a neat line written on the paper. I wish Pu Anhao a happy every day.Really well-intentioned.Memories are a bit like cutting off water with a knife, the water flows continuously, and some memories cannot be easily erased.

I have always loved writing and drawing.Stubbornly persisted for many years, until now.Some sporadic text.Many times, I write other people's stories, but keep my own tears.

Meeting and leaving is the normal state of life.I am not sad, but grateful, thanks to these colorful and gray storylines, which have enriched my pale life.

Everything is full of meaning.

It is not important to say how much you are remembered, how much you like and how many people hate you, as long as you know your position and what you want in the end.

In the dream, the flowers are all gone, and the ruthlessness is regarded as the north wind.Winter is gone, and spring will follow.
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The Park Anho You Don't Know

(End of this chapter)