Dark night until dawn sitting on the cold floor, biting the pears in your hand, this should be hot summer, the inexplicable rain is very happy. I don't like the taste of the pear, just because it has a lot of juice, it will be dripped in the fingertips, and there is no sound in the dark night. That is to stare at your shadow. Pear has been incomplete, the throat is still dry, just like a place in the heart, there is no trace. I can't say that there is a tendency to abuse, I like it, it should be used to eat the same food for a long time, I have been eating my nausea, I want to vomit. Since then, it will not touch it. There is a psychological book that this is an alternative performance of the old tired. is it? But when you enjoy the delicious food, I am pleasant; when I abandon it, there is no regret, how can this explain? Most of the books referred to in the book are the wind and snow. Life is a big dinner, and love is in immortality can only be dessert after meals. The top more of the temporary fragrance, but it will never fill the stomach. People love it, nothing more than tempting appearances. And it's seen in the fantasy and eating in the mouth. The snoring of the air conditioner work is agitated. The whole room seems to illusion into a beach water. And I am a fish. A fish who will not swim. It seems that it is a disaster that is in a child. Floating in the sea, looking for only body sliding water and blurred sky. Now I think of it, the sea is willing to accept myself. There is no feeling of suffocation, everything is natural. Subsequently, suddenly, a slap slap in the sea. Fresh air is full of pressure into the lungs. Dramatic cough. I didn't realize the past, just the blood of the whole body, calm down, my heart is full of pain. After so long, I still can't forget the kind of torn feel. For pain, it has long been numb, head, hand, dirty, legs. Every part of the body. I have experienced, the remaining flexible can be. I didn't fear the flesh and blood in the emergency room. In the crying of others, just standing silently, there is no feeling on your face. I feel that I feel from the inner deep shouts, what is ready to be moved, like to be ready to go, looking for relief. So, every night, the painted blade is so gently along the white wrist. The slowly flowing is a red-red red. Holding the gauze's hand, fall asleep in the night wind that remains blood. Some people say that you are an uneasy person. I shook my head, I have seen someone from it. This answer is a confusion of the opponent's face. People are really a strange animal. The same words, it is clear that friends are confused, and strangers are unclear. The realm of the friendship between Yu Bobao and Zhongzi is his pursuit. But for five years, ten years, I witnessed myself to disappointment, and finally transitioned to despair. Online friends accuse me, you can give up your dream, but you have no right to indifferent. For this line, I laughed alone for a long time, he is right. And I, just don't know if there is still road behind the desperation. The rain stopped quietly. The sky began to make white. Lying on a wooden board, staring at the blue sky, lit up at a little bit. I didn't know unconsciously in the morning. I don't know when I have, I love the feeling of wind. Especially strong winds, that kind of scream, like a choice of an animal. Through the eardrum, straight to the soul. Many people have a pirate ship. When the hull is detached from the stereotropic speed, a powerful gas flow is like a four-part five. The very few people played with bungee, and they jumped, and the wind was in every breath channel, and the release was released. When traveling, I have a chance of "I will be the top", and I am going to stand on the rock, and I am a deep abyrray, and Linhai has no love.
