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Anonymous users2024-02-06Child, write it yourself, what others write is not for you.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05Autumn sentiments.
The autumn leaves are red, and I look at the arrival of the winter solstice ......Seeing the fallen leaves dancing and flying in the wind, you have a yearning for belonging.
For a long time, I thought my heart was dead.
Died in a desert ...... where you have lost your direction with a crazy desire but no direction
When I was a child, I don't know when it began to blur into a kind of amnesia.
It is vaguely as if I saw the youthful past turn into a kite fluttering in the wind, and the only bright color through the surface of the kite swayed into a beautiful posture in the sun, flying higher and higher ......
The days of flying are deliberately stretched out in dreams, panicked, hypocritical and stubborn. Excuses often become a beautiful excuse.
The apple trees on the side of the road are still so bright and attractive ......But I still have nothing. I finally let go of the thin tie in my hand, and it left me leisurely......No one behind me cheered for my exuberant screams, only to feel the chill around me come in waves, and I wrapped myself up.
In the end, I did not touch the coolness of the rain, but my heart was moist. I don't know whose moss is in the backyard, soothing like pearl and jade in this refreshing season, greedily enjoying the warmth of the remnants of the doomsday sun.
In the face of the passing days, I was speechless! Because I have long since lost my voice in those vicissitudes of life.
I love red, and children who grow up under the red flag always regard red as an auspicious color! This is a seed formed under the worship of the membrane top, and the blind flow over time has been resurrected into a complex of dark tides! I often haunt my half-asleep nights.
The ups and downs of the state of mind are so confused and lost.
Man is like a boat in the water under the lamp, and the lamp is blazing on the other side of the shore.
I forgot where I came from. At the cold crossroads, I saw my loneliness wandering under the lonely lamp.
Heart, cautious, but always unable to find their own abode.
I used to sit alone under such a sky: the silent night and the silent moonlight ......For example, the injured goshawk chooses a secluded place to wet its feathers, combing through all the fragments of memories, without words and movements, leaving the lonely heart alone to ......Shape the memory of the past into an unformed shadow to place the aura hidden deep in the medullary canal.
From far away to far, a few degrees of plum blossoms, I can't remember. At this time, the mood is like the silence of autumn, soothing the ripples on the lake, and swimming with memories.
The light beating of the heart is a song and dance of insects, rippling among the grass at night. Let the thoughts go in a roundabout way, and the scenery is still there.
The desolation of the heart slowly fills and plumps in the silent night.
The autumn wind hit the riverbank, and an unknown flower bloomed in the dead grass on the bank to welcome the rain.
The heart is not dead, and the flowers are still so beautiful.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04What type of prose pinch? Isn't it a feeling after reading it?
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