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Years of exhaustion, yellow and gray

Said, I'm tired, just don't want to sleep,

I said, I hurt, just cover my heart.

The wind outside the window is whistling, swaying the verdant branches on the roadside. Stretch out your hands to capture the shadow like wind marks. What passes through the palm is only a little cool. The sound of the flute is melodious. Standing in front of the window, there is a worried figure in the light green glass, with red eyes and deeper bruises. Gradually, it blurs the delicate and colorful world. If the wind comes and slips through the pupil, it disappears invisibly, The wet and cool morning and the thick cloud covered sky finally let out some coolness. The sky that can't go out is still shrouded in body and mind, and continues to isolate everything.

The scorching heat left for a short time, looked at the demeanor, and the silent end was still silent. He wrote as if he had exhausted all his strength to beat, but the sound of the keyboard rang weakly, which could not overcome the lack inside. Countless times he denied whether the endless treasure would eventually be like this. He was deeply afraid that he would be alienated in the near future, so he was in the most brilliant bloom, Jump, end the beauty of that moment, leave the most beautiful memories, remember the bright scattered, the empty heart has nowhere to stop, put it in the wind, let it fall into pieces, scattered in the raised particles, nowhere to be found.

Once again, I miss the cold winter. In this vague city in this season, I deeply feel the importance of the cold winter. I remember walking on the wooden bridge with idle steps last winter, listening to the sound of high-heeled shoes, tightening my hands, embracing my body and giving myself a hug. I'm used to watching the gurgling water passing away. I'm used to measuring the speed when I fall if I jump gently, I'm used to listening to the words that wipe my shoulders in my ears and watching the hurried figure. My heart's Xi ran rushes to my heart and lingers in my mind. Now, in summer, I lack sleep and speak little. When I silently recite that year's thick winter, my heart is no longer strong.

I thought I would be scared to take the bus. That day, I sat in a clear and flying car, rushed to the end, looked for a quiet place, looked at the window indifferently, and died quickly. At that moment, I expected the car to go all the way to a completely strange distance, took me down, walked with nothing to snuggle up, and maybe I would be tired. Collapse on the road, bury in a strange place, and the old scenery is full of sadness, After years, the body that left was just a nameless tomb.

On the noisy street, walking alone, passing slowly, drinking milk, light gray clouds, a trace of sunlight through the gap, directly down the earth, stroking the crowd, touching the road, strange figures, and finally turned into a light spot, diluting the human face, obscuring the smell, leaving footprints, covered by dust, and finally I don't know how long I walked, How long has it been? I just haven't stopped. I don't seem to know how tired I am. I want to come to the end. Just, when will the end be.

It takes thousands of years to wait for a return, and I, without a thousand years, will not have a hundred years. Therefore, I will not wait for many thoughts. In the long wait, I often toss and turn repeatedly and fall into a desperate situation. The desolation of no one sharing with me may be doomed to form a single shadow, but I still hurt others. The superimposed guilt is so deep. In addition to calling, I am unable to warm up the rising sadness in my heart and weep silently, Until I was about to suffocate, I only saw too many estrangements. Even after talking all the warm words, however, as long as I turned around, it faded away. Now, the painful trace still clearly jumped out and thought it was indifferent. Only in the mood of reincarnation, it still broke the dilapidation and destroyed the thought.

Perhaps no one can understand that behind a persistent, there is a deep weakness, unable to peep and watch everything as far as possible, but what comes into your eyes is still so bitter, seeing all the vanity and calm. A place once thought peaceful is now just a light term. After all the interpretation is lost, you feel at a loss that there is no destination and no dependence, In vain, there was a naked truth in my life. Maybe I'm just not suitable for this naked cruelty. I'm decadent and flustered. It's time to learn to survive in deformity. I should be more indifferent to everything and be unable to guard. When I look at them, my eyes are gradually dim and fragmented.

Nowadays, lack of sleep is still serious, and her head is often hurt and ready to crack. Looking at the dense and hemp words, dizzy bursts, the night of sparse smoke and light moon, looking at Sanmao's words, I like the scattered narration. Life is trivial and emotional. I think I finally understand her choice of life. Once the immersed pain becomes ill, how everything ends is no longer important, long and short, It's just an instant, but the end brings eternal peace. Since there will be no eternal life, everything is just an instant.

Constantly writing laments, I know that it is a kind of disease, but I can't cure it. I smiled quietly during the day, but the smile became more and more confused. Reflected in the mirror, the smile was rigid and broken, but it could cover the pale and unbearable. I didn't smile in my eyes. I worked hard to survive. The besieged city fell into all the once pure, silent lips, and often cracked and bleak, Drinking a lot of water to wet the cracks, however, it is still dry and cracked continuously. The lips and teeth with water stains are covered with blood. It turned out that it was biting and cracking the corners of the lips, with blood and a disappointed smile.

The typhoon is coming. Listen to the sound of the wind. However, why is it like hearing loss and roaring eardrums, but it is full of the love letter melody of that year. I haven't heard this song for a long time and have been buried for a long time. On such a windy morning, www.vipyl.com recalls the old dust and the sadness hiding in the corner, which took away the dust of the heart. Many, many are stacked together. This August, I only have a few short hours left. After August, the trace may be extinct and I always hope to be taken away. Now, it turns out that time has taken me away. If everything can't escape the destruction of time, where to go and who will pray. Perhaps, in this short time, it should be light and have no edge on the sea. In this way, it will be quiet in the future.

When I left, I stood in the wind and felt the cold. I haven't been blowing like this for a long time. My steps are difficult to move forward. I suddenly feel heavy thinking and messy hair. If the wind can carry strong sadness, everything in my heart just loses the address of my home. A line of blank stationery drifts away in the distance, there will be no signer, depositor, and everything inside and outside is white, No one put it, no place safe, often think, if you want to read it, send it to yourself, and tell me a long confession.

I often tell people that if you are happy, don't come up here. It is full of sadness, which can be easily infected. Large pieces of text describe too many decadence and persuade others again and again. Such a woman is terminally ill. Such words tear her heart and lungs, sick heart, don't want to corrode those good bodies, and want to shine as much as possible and get bright, But after all, it is futile. The dying breath can't cover everything. Gently touching the pen is the haze flowing into the deep Chu. After countless times, I think it's done, but it's only a tiny corner. The iceberg lacks a corner, which can be made up in an instant. However, what about people.

I remember a crescent moon in the middle of the night and looked up from the balcony. I was disappointed and lost under the clear starry sky. I forgot to draw the image in my mind. My arms were unable to hang down and I couldn't lift my mind. I looked up and watched. The story in the lights of thousands of families exhausted my thinking. Between the lightning and flint, I seemed to see a solitary shadow in the long sky, a flying swallow, a fire extinguishing moth, a silent leaf and my side, A tiny shadow.

No one told me that the lines of time will be cut perfectly, but it has gradually become clear. Such a mystery and trend are clear. The long years turn yellow and dip in ash, light eyes and tired mind. When the sun and moon turn around, people are lost. Language just makes the gloomy heart more exhausted. The heartbeat is weak year after year, and then terminates. Finally, it is the same goal by different paths.

When the rain came, the shadows of trees whirled, opened the curtains, looked at the torrential rain, danced in the wind, dripping on the dry and hot road, brushed the flying dust, wetted the dry trees with lush branches and leaves, stained the green in this midsummer with a trace of green, full of green in the eyes, and swept the eyebrows lightly. Just looked at the gray and white memory, scratched the heart mark, the distracted eyes, leaving only a dark gray tone, In the stormy afternoon, the oblique rain beat in the strong wind, disturbing the falling details. The word haze is that the wind has brought moisture, the rain has fallen, and the dust is buried.

There are strings of water drops sliding down the light green glass windows, which are clear and clear. I miss that coastal city. On the quiet road, a person walking in the rain can allow the rain to seep into his eyes, swell his pupils, freely wet his hair roots and clothes, suck the rain on his lips, taste the sour taste, walk barefoot on the stone steps and feel the sand like acupuncture, Let go of her arms and receive the flying rain. At that time, the woman, even if she was sick, could be as quiet as before. Now, pieces have peeled off and the unevenly polished veins are scattered.

The wind is the east wind. When I think of that sentence, it is difficult to say goodbye when I meet. The east wind is powerless, and a hundred flowers are left. After the crazy wind and cloud roll, the flowers are withered, the budding stamens are withered, and the only remaining strength is urged. I try my best to protect the charming Narcissus. Looking at the swaying in the wind, I finally break the branches. I slowly understand my powerlessness and want to be gentle, But it is in vain, unable to build a warm castle, but surrounded by a cold and lonely city, the idea of reversal has aroused sorrow.

Often meditate, often frustrated, vain heart can not hold the slightest. If you remember a person, you will be unforgettable. If you forget a person, you will occasionally read it in the gap. Even if your face is unclear, you will secretly remember a sentence, and a sentence will remember a person. Then how much will you remember in this lengthy life.

His swollen eyes are covered under the bangs, his face is pale, his sleeping time is shorter and shorter, and his waking time is longer and longer. He thinks that the inhabited soul always trembles in the daytime and remains hidden in the body. His innate inferiority complex is dug up, highlighted inch by inch and shaken in front of his eyes. He can only hide himself in the dark. Lack is always deep, In the layers of grace, I often fear that it will disappear after that. I no longer belong to myself. I am also afraid that it will be a shallow fate. When I wake up, it fades. All these fears are accumulated in my heart.

Dreams, more and more, more and more complex, dust around personnel, go deep into every place, even if you fall asleep, you can't be at peace. Therefore, solitude begins to occupy your heart, adds rhythm to the main melody of solitude, and becomes a night when you can't sleep, looking at the light yellow light.

In the slow beating, I left my eyes for several times, tears wet my eyes and couldn't recover for a long time. I smelled the strong medicine oil, which delayed the splitting headache. The familiar medicine smell was often carried around. I was used to such a taste and stagnated in the meninges.

Heavy mind, stabbing pain, wrote for a long time, it seems that there is no words to end, the ear is still the love letter of that year, the wind continues to blow the leaves, the rain is still falling, the sky is still gray, the heart is still dark, and the text finally comes to an end.