The word in my heart

The word in my heart

The rain hits the pear flower and closes the door, delaying the youth and misunderstanding the youth; the wind is blowing the dead leaves and hurting the gods, less young and mad, young and frivolous.

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The first time I read the word "mad" is to read Mr. Jin Yong's book "The Condor Heroes". Yang is overwhelmed, but he can put the love of Xiaolongnv and the perfection of the rivers and lakes at the same critical point. He finally became famous, and he was one of the five best. He was commensurate with the word "mad" by Huang Huangxia.

As the name suggests, mad, debauchery. "犭" highlights the vitality of life and the original animal nature, but it is swaying with the sky and driving with all beings. The king is not strong, the one who is not strong, the unsuccessful, the unscrupulous, the mediocrity.

Youth, we have a layer of awkward gender consciousness, the ancient civilization, the men and women are different, the jade girl Huaichun, the young man infatuation. Today, there seems to be no film of love, and there are only a handful of TV shows.

The teenager does not know the taste. Fantasy and who, three more do not dream, look at the moon dance snow; spring heart and total, Cape End, youth without regrets. The lovers who are now called "flowers" are not cool, they are not cool, the ones are unwise, the wise are disabled, and the wreckage is arrogant.

The scenery in the distance is always more beautiful, more clear, and it is always better to be out of reach. Fragmented, dead memories withered in the wind, swaying the rut you are away: In those days, we met at different corners, met at different moments, waiting to wait, we missed each other...

"I used to love dreams when I was young, I just wanted to fly forward, I missed Qianshan and Wanshui, and the most painful and most painful regret." If you fold your memory, if you turn the time back, the droplets of memory in the year of the flow. If you turn the years into an infinite number of scorpions, if you ferment the youth into the mellow aftertaste of life, then the dream of this invisible thing is the old photo of the bedside after decades, in the CD player. Beautiful old DVDs.

Every boy has been passionate, and he has dreamed of becoming a generation of heroes. He can take the moon for nine days and catch the squatting in the East China Sea. When he kisses his favorite stadium for the last time, he will find that the poetry of the teenagers is a kind of one. Youth trajectory, experienced the four seasons, lived out of yourself, because with you, I stand proudly! In the memories of the vicissitudes of life, drinking the last drop of loneliness, gently pulling up the thoughts like smoke and fog, only to find out: Since the ancient heroes out of the juvenile, the broken horse has long shots. The thinkers are now called soft, the soft and the unmanned, the unfamiliar, the real, the careless, the unconcerned, the vulgar.

“The early spring sunshine carries the golden warmth between the buildings of the city. It takes away the meaning of the winter bones and leaves people with unlimited imagination for the spring. There is a sunshine that seems to be particularly attached to a certain place. Through the dusty glass, despite the dark and humid surroundings, the light and heat of the old house are placed on the left side of the second floor of an old-fashioned house."

Multilinguals are now called poor, poor people are not jealous, no one is floating, no one is brave, no brave, no arrogance.

At the beginning of the Hua Deng, night falls, the anxiety and urgency in the heart come unexpectedly. At night, the night is late, and it is too late to escape. The road in the sky, the street between the clouds, if looming, when the time is broken, the world, there is a sinking...

Xiaoshan District, Hangzhou, Zhejiang, China