The happiest thing is that I am reading you, and you happen to be reading me. And all are, falling in love with the city for the first time, good-bye.
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It was cool all afternoon.
The wind blew the leaves on the side of the road, and I listened to it, feeling in a trance that autumn had entered. Several poplars, standing side by side, are vividly green. If there is rain, it will be another kind of beauty, I think.
Almost every time I write a paragraph, I will be hypocritical and sigh, and it is the same today. If you want to put the word vulgar in the right place, you also need to find a little sentiment, which is not so easy. Otherwise, it will be vulgar, thinking, I allow myself to be insipid, but not mediocre.
When I climbed a mountain with the Lonely fireworks in my hand, just to let her bloom beautifully, I found that I was just as vulgar in this life, as vulgar as fireworks.
Who says fireworks are good? Blooming moment, want to let a starry sky to pay attention to her, to fall in love with her. She is so beautiful that all beautiful things are short-lived. So short that we haven't had time to see what she looks like.
If really, did not lose her, love does not leave a trace of leeway. It is because of the beauty and short-lived that people are deeply engraved in their hearts and go on forever.
If you carve it in your heart all your life, then be vulgar, then bloom, even for a short moment. Fleeting years, if there is a person in our life, fireworks are generally brilliant, even if discrete, it is also a kind of warmth.
A book or a person, if paid attention to and cared about, must be because he likes ta. A book, read and read, flipped through again and again, if you have your favorite words, you will mark it with a pen as you did at school, to show that it is something I particularly like, to show that it is so popular that you have an illusion that it is clearly written about yourself. Look, what an overbearing reader. A person, read and read again and again, think again and again, almost a little look down on such a self.
If I were asked to choose a way to fall in love with you, I would not see or not see, but read or not. This thought is the wind gently brushing my cheek, and it is a cup of hot coffee held in the palm of my hand in winter. It's good to be able to read, listen and write.
In the afternoon, I take a nap and feel out of state, mind and body. Pour a glass of water and make love with it.
Can write, must be a kind of artistic conception, only stuck in the throat can not come out, the most want to cry without tears. No, no.
Duras once wrote: I know I can never describe it, I can't let you see it, never. If you write it, it will be broken and wrong. So shocking. Write, really broken, such as a piece of glass, to pick up, fingers accidentally full of blood, frightening red, heart-piercing pain.
Therefore, what is hidden in the heart, it is the heart that bleeds, not the hand. Thinking, if bleeding, how hope can choose fingers, heart, how can bear? Try to write, try not to let your heart hurt, the heart is so fragile, a move will be broken.
This summer, I am warm hypocritical, warm moved, if you understand, this heart will not be broken. Think that, is a person who does not understand the layout, daily life, is random. Meticulous, of course, will be tired. But in my spare time, I will habitually flip through books, which is probably the only meticulous I have.
It comes from my love, from my persistence, this reason is really appropriate and warm.
Say to you warmly: as soon as the phone and Wechat ring, I know it must be you. Full of understanding and joy.
Some feelings, not far, not near, undisturbed, like living next door, can not see people, but the heart is warm to care about. Good feelings must be undisturbed, but warm just right; a good paragraph of text must go deep into the soul, you are me, I am you; good times, like this, do not have the heart to waste every minute, want to take it to heart.
It is said that the heart is the most fragile, but ignored, it only carries the movement of beauty.
So, in order not to let it break, be responsible for the beauty to the end, just for you!
Wen / Annie Baby
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