Chronicle of the Hazy Dream

I am determined to write this review as a long review, because after pursuing the article for so long, I should always give an explanation to myself and the mirror who worked so hard to update the article [even though you have been missing for a long time], and maybe I can successfully seduce you back. [This is the goal pursued by Long Review! It's been a long time since I came back to see you. It turns out that you already updated this pit in 2011. It's a pity that I only saw it in 2013. Two years have passed. You were still without a trace, but I seemed to have gone around in a circle, and finally came back slowly. It's very late when I write a long review. Because I spent the whole day walking around the Polytechnic University [Undergraduate Alma Mater], walking through the quietest Lover's Slope, bypassing the liveliest snack street, and finally stopping at the warmest milk tea house. The Milk Tea House was my favorite place to stay during the four years of college [the milk tea sold there is super cheap, and the original medium-cup milk tea I drank today only cost three yuan! ], There will be a very cute notebook on every table, which is filled with messy moods, love and matrimonial advertisements left by people who come to drink milk tea. My friend and I sat down and browsed randomly, and unexpectedly saw the messages written by four people in the dormitory on September 20, 2011, in which May told Comrade Xiao Lu that year: Lu Guo was the squad leader of the production team. He was dismissed for molesting a lesbian. He was very sad. Later, when he met me, he was very happy because he was molested. At that time, we all thought that they would get married soon after graduation, but who knew that May would get married in December 2012. My husband has someone else. Seeing this now, it feels so ironic. So I left a message in small letters next to it: Submerged in the dust, love once passed by. In fact, I don't know how many sighs I have in my heart. It's just quite sad. It's getting harder and harder to believe in love in reality. After sitting in the milk tea house for an afternoon, I saw many love messages from my friends, but after graduation, I took postgraduate entrance exams, worked, got married, and none of those couples back then are still together. It's deplorable even when I think about it. I can't help but sigh: Where is the love that lasts until death in reality? Where is the love that depends on life and death? Where is the everlasting love? Where can there be a lifelong love between two people? Never. So I like to read more and more those articles that have plain narratives but make me feel sad after reading them. It seems that I can feel the self-evident and firm love in every word. They went through risks of life and death just for the love in their hearts. Although they were all BE in the end, they could only see the steadfastness to love that can only appear in novels. Therefore, in the end, the gods become lake monsters, and they are unable to love each other. How far is love from us? It seems to be not far from my heart. Sometimes I encounter it unexpectedly, but it also seems to be far away from the end of the world. Sometimes it is hard to find in a lifetime. So, I want to ask: Mirror, have you met love? Have you seen its beautiful glory? Are you willing to write an HE article to justify its beautiful name? [Sure enough, I am still confused about whether the article can be HE] [The entire long comment has almost nothing to do with the article. It is written with emotion. By the way, I want to ask: Is Mr. Mirror still waiting for love? I don't know how many words I have commented on, but it should be a thousand words. Although I have a lot of emotions, my vision has been marked in important places. I think you will understand it in the mirror! HE or something, I have been silently looking forward to it.

Perverted? Don't think so. As soon as he saw it, he was finally sad. If you pick the wrong one, you'll probably die.

What's wrong? It's just too sad Suddenly I thought it would be great if God could stop time at a certain moment in Jinghong...

Mo, what is the order of the story here?

It's actually not perverted at all, and the ending is a bit sad.

I was so abused... I used a lot of tissues = =

Sure enough, do you like tragedies? Cover your face. Comedy is worse than tragedy once.

Telling the story I missed... The writing is good, and the story sequence and rhythm are very interesting. Postmaster, I hope you will persist and come up with something in a few words at some point... ING is rolling all over the floor.

... I'm kidding Auntie Mirror, I'm not scolding you... TAT

Mirror, I am not scolding you... Let me choke you!