With the help of a mysterious and cute mouse, I realized my wish to travel through time and space. I thought I was just going to have a happy and exciting summer vacation, but I didn't want to change my life. Only then did I realize that fate had played a big joke on me...
There were many changes overnight, and I finally found the love of my life, but lost it inadvertently. The reality is always cruel, and what will happen in the future? I will work hard to move towards my own choice...
There are many changes in life, and there is always a way back home.
Looking back again, where we came from -
Where are the memories scattered?
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Do you think it's possible? Is she the kind of person who won't refuse anyone even if she buys a piece of clothing? How could she not be able to refuse that waiter if she's so strong?
This child is also working hard, but Sumulin's face suddenly turned red, half ashamed, half... Happy. Is this the wrong name?
Ying Ying Ying Ying! !
I didn't mess with my sofa▽
Let's fight next time! ! ⊙ω⊙
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
Uh (⊙o⊙)…(⊙o⊙)…(⊙o⊙)…(⊙o⊙)…so bold!
I am deeply impressed by the author's speed! I really like the emotions in the story. People are sincere to each other, and it feels so pure. I also feel that the problem of inconsistent three views is very troublesome. When watching Qiao Yi and Yao Qi, I felt that some parts were quite realistic.
Under the sun, by the window at home, I rubbed my hands from the wet soap and got them sparkling. Just as he was about to paint it on the window, another idea suddenly occurred to him. My whole body felt like I was being held by this little guy who had just appeared. I excitedly held my hands up and pointed them toward the outside of the window, towards someone's shadow in the soft sunshine. At first I tried to blow them into the air, and then I started to throw them. This string of bubbles slowly rose up in my imagination, rising, soaring towards the direction of the sun, until I could no longer distinguish them clearly.
The scenery given to soap bubbles may be too beautiful and dazzling to imagine. Just like the sun cannot be looked directly at, it is difficult to get close. And their bodies are just a bunch of foam stars, destined to burst. No matter how dreamy they are with the brilliance of the sun, they are destined to give people the impression of an illusory, ethereal, and unattainable vision.
What about the heart?
Where is your heart at this time?
When we think about the "lifetime" of things, we will inevitably fall into the laws that are almost true: they come into being stumbled, develop in twists and turns and with difficulty, reach the peak of realizing their value, and then decline. But this is too cold and rigid, and even objectifies the self.
Numerous and numerous things can be counted in detail from history. Why can people still see it in the stormy waves of history? Could it be that they went beyond the rules?
Are those words, sentences, names, images, and symbols because their very nature has the element of fighting against the rules? Then, what is their ontology, their most original ontology?
Even this seemingly unanswerable question has an answer that can answer it from the side: There is nothing outside the heart. I said: There is no intention outside the heart. It's not that it doesn't exist, it just doesn't exist anymore. So since ancient times, people's hearts have taken over this task: giving things to the heart. In this way, a soul is injected into something that was originally nothing. Whether it's Chang'an, a kite, or soapy water, when the mind thinks of them from a specific angle, various feelings unique to the human heart make them come alive.
So I felt at ease.
If you want to ask why I feel at ease, it is because I read the three questions that convey my feelings in this article.
Sorry, I was so self-righteous =, =.
In fact, I have thought about what I would do when I (self-righteously) see things like sadness, depression, sadness (of course, this does not mean that these are included in this article), or similar "negative emotions" from your articles, just like when you talked to me (at least on the surface) as one of the reasons why you can write. Today, I finally know.
Of course I hope you can always be happy and stay away from sadness and pain. However, being able to stay with you and then become a factor that can compete with them is truly meaningful and extraordinary.
But in fact, I don't even know why there is such a long article that is half-way off topic and I don't know what it is talking about... Such a thing that I don't know how to define = =. As for the reason, after reading it, I couldn't help but think of the scene in the first paragraph.
If so, what are you talking about? I think it's the first paragraph.
Dear, when will it be updated?
After reading this chapter, I happened to have a date with a male friend~ But it turned out to be Rose Lu from 1963 or 1983... "Yours is a high-end bartending, mine is a domestic liquor~ There is no unnecessary romance, only down-to-earth heroism... I feel a funny wind blowing... Hahahaha
..... I have been waiting for a long time... In order to read this book... I used it when I was going to review it... So I must work hard and finish it... I am looking forward to it every day...
Do you think it's possible? Is she the kind of person who won't refuse anyone even if she buys a piece of clothing? How could she not be able to refuse that waiter if she's so strong?
This child is also working hard, but Sumulin's face suddenly turned red, half ashamed, half... Happy. Is this the wrong name?
Ying Ying Ying Ying! ! I didn't mess with my sofa▽ Let's fight next time! ! ⊙ω⊙
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
Uh (⊙o⊙)…(⊙o⊙)…(⊙o⊙)…(⊙o⊙)…so bold!
I am deeply impressed by the author's speed! I really like the emotions in the story. People are sincere to each other, and it feels so pure. I also feel that the problem of inconsistent three views is very troublesome. When watching Qiao Yi and Yao Qi, I felt that some parts were quite realistic.
Under the sun, by the window at home, I rubbed my hands from the wet soap and got them sparkling. Just as he was about to paint it on the window, another idea suddenly occurred to him. My whole body felt like I was being held by this little guy who had just appeared. I excitedly held my hands up and pointed them toward the outside of the window, towards someone's shadow in the soft sunshine. At first I tried to blow them into the air, and then I started to throw them. This string of bubbles slowly rose up in my imagination, rising, soaring towards the direction of the sun, until I could no longer distinguish them clearly. The scenery given to soap bubbles may be too beautiful and dazzling to imagine. Just like the sun cannot be looked directly at, it is difficult to get close. And their bodies are just a bunch of foam stars, destined to burst. No matter how dreamy they are with the brilliance of the sun, they are destined to give people the impression of an illusory, ethereal, and unattainable vision. What about the heart? Where is your heart at this time? When we think about the "lifetime" of things, we will inevitably fall into the laws that are almost true: they come into being stumbled, develop in twists and turns and with difficulty, reach the peak of realizing their value, and then decline. But this is too cold and rigid, and even objectifies the self. Numerous and numerous things can be counted in detail from history. Why can people still see it in the stormy waves of history? Could it be that they went beyond the rules? Are those words, sentences, names, images, and symbols because their very nature has the element of fighting against the rules? Then, what is their ontology, their most original ontology? Even this seemingly unanswerable question has an answer that can answer it from the side: There is nothing outside the heart. I said: There is no intention outside the heart. It's not that it doesn't exist, it just doesn't exist anymore. So since ancient times, people's hearts have taken over this task: giving things to the heart. In this way, a soul is injected into something that was originally nothing. Whether it's Chang'an, a kite, or soapy water, when the mind thinks of them from a specific angle, various feelings unique to the human heart make them come alive. So I felt at ease. If you want to ask why I feel at ease, it is because I read the three questions that convey my feelings in this article. Sorry, I was so self-righteous =, =. In fact, I have thought about what I would do when I (self-righteously) see things like sadness, depression, sadness (of course, this does not mean that these are included in this article), or similar "negative emotions" from your articles, just like when you talked to me (at least on the surface) as one of the reasons why you can write. Today, I finally know. Of course I hope you can always be happy and stay away from sadness and pain. However, being able to stay with you and then become a factor that can compete with them is truly meaningful and extraordinary. But in fact, I don't even know why there is such a long article that is half-way off topic and I don't know what it is talking about... Such a thing that I don't know how to define = =. As for the reason, after reading it, I couldn't help but think of the scene in the first paragraph. If so, what are you talking about? I think it's the first paragraph.
Dear, when will it be updated?
After reading this chapter, I happened to have a date with a male friend~ But it turned out to be Rose Lu from 1963 or 1983... "Yours is a high-end bartending, mine is a domestic liquor~ There is no unnecessary romance, only down-to-earth heroism... I feel a funny wind blowing... Hahahaha
..... I have been waiting for a long time... In order to read this book... I used it when I was going to review it... So I must work hard and finish it... I am looking forward to it every day...