Hidden in the Clouds
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The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~