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"Zhuangzi Pirates" wrote: "The tail and the woman are under the beam. The woman will not come, the water will not go, and the beam will die." The tail is standing under the bridge, looking forward to those who linger. Qian Ying was able to arrive, waiting, waiting, waiting for the water to flow through his waist, through his nose, through his longing eyes. He died like that Cheap Cigarettes. Just waiting for a possible beauty. At first reading, I just thought it was a joke. Laughing at this person is extremely stupid, I do not know how to work. For a modern person to make a choice, he must turn away when he sees the water rising, thinking "Where there is no grass in the horizon", maybe in the afternoon of a certain spring day, in Yangliuyiyi's By the river, can you meet another beautiful girl who smiles and looks good? Compared to the two, I admire the latter more, not hanging on a tree, free and easy, optimistic, and moving towards the infinite possibilities of life. This is a real delusion! But is Obi ��s death really so stupid? "The roller blinds are high from the sky, and the sea water is shrouded in green." Xizhou Cailian's girl looked up from the rails, whether she was also waiting, missing the possible love. "The rain is coming, the old hometown is deep, and I hear that you are always alone." The woman at the Garan Monastery has been watching her return. They were all waiting, remembering the throbbing when they first met, watching the affection, until the young woman matured, and until the wrinkles climbed to the forehead. Their love is crystal clear and translucent, quietly shining in the earth. Hou Yan has been waiting for the appearance of a certain Bole, so that his talents can be fully used, he waited for 70 years. Finally, Xinling Jun appeared. In the face of the crisis, he solved the difficulties one after another for Xinling Jun, and ultimately died only for the sake of balancing morality and suicide. I also thought of the day-to-day kwa father, who chased the sun day after day, exhausted his energy for the sun, and fell on the earth where he ran, as well as the foolish man who didn't know the height of the sky and wanted to move away from the mountains Newport 100S, That is not a small bird but still insist on reclamation of the fine bird. All of this reminds me of a word-"poetic". This "poetic" is different from daily life, it is more pure, it reflects exactly a kind of impertinence, an eternal pursuit of ideals and love. They are so stubborn and stupid Wholesale Cigarettes, how firm and calm they are. They never doubt what they love and ask in their hearts. They only know that they will be fulfilled in the future. They just wait, wait, and pursue. pursue! Frankly speaking, I don't choose this kind of life. Like most modern people, I give up if I don't get it, and pursue another possibility. Life must continue, and we need a colorful life. This is how we are, profit-seeking and pragmatic, accustomed to staying on the status quo, and be subdued by real life. Therefore, it is precisely because I cannot bravely and boldly chase such a lonely and great journey that I am so deeply Deeply, I miss this kind of poetry. |
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