There will be a madman in everyone's life who is difficult to get rid of. It's just that I've never disliked crazy people.
Real lunatics are quite pure. They lack empathy, are not anxious, and like excitement. The smartest lunatics pretend to be normal, but the stupidest ordinary people pretend to be crazy.
In the past, she always liked to look at people with eyes like water under the moon, her eyebrows were thin and her eyes were clear, and her pictures were distant. She would scan them boringly, and then scan them again, as if they were surrounded by the coldest icebergs.
She glanced at him accidentally through the crowd at first, and he never fell in love with another woman again.
It was a deserted gray garden. She went in every day to weed, water, and tidy everything up. Until one day, the door was locked. She walked around the outer fence and discovered that there were other doors in the garden. It turned out that she was not the only owner of the garden.
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Maybe, I mean maybe, affection and indifference are essentially attributes, and maybe, mistakes will lead to right. At some point, if you're lucky enough, you'll survive the decay. Perhaps, the first love will never be forgotten, and the second love will die without mercy. But no matter what version of the story, it will point to an ending: thin lovers and deep lovers will inevitably meet, and at that time, there may not be so much pain and carelessness about love.
Physicist Feynman once said that the difference between religion and science is that the core of the former is certainty, while the latter believes in uncertainty.
For example, God exists. This is religious speech.
For example, how likely is it that God exists? It's a scientific question.
I want to attract her attention. This is a definite affirmation.
How likely is it that you like her?
Do all overbearing princes play this trick? It was obviously him who asked her to get out of the car, saying there was no need to meet, and now he came to see her again. Could it be that you want to scold him?
Liu Lulu said coldly: "Sir, what's your surname?"
Shen Yan was silent for a long time, and then said with his usual expression and tone: "I called Shen shameless."
I don't know why, but I keep having this dream lately. Maybe I'm infatuated, or maybe I'm too stupid. In short, the dream is beautiful. You are beautiful too. But I'm still waiting.
By Wu Bai
I always suspected that Qian Tang was mocking her. Taunting her for daring to touch the enemy's heart, daring to ask the warrior if he regretted it. But he never dared to take a step on his own.
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