Reading "You are the confession of me, I am a lover"

There is a woman who does not care for love and hate, and is not troubled by food and clothing. Her life is like a short-lived, short but dazzling! When she became famous, she chose to destroy everything with suicide.

There is no face of the city, no singing voice, no graceful figure, her life seems to be only a walk in the world for a quiet time, even if the sea of ​​mulberry, the ruthless knife of the years makes her autumn water, her pupil flashing Still firm! Perhaps her life is destined to be ups and downs, unlike others. From childhood, the cold, arrogant, intelligent, and keen in her bones, let her grow up, not wanting to be an ordinary woman, sitting in a mossy courtyard, Xiangfu The godson, in the most splendid years of her life, resolutely chose to wander, the desert in the northwest, the mountains and rivers have her footprints, and in this way, at the right time, she met Liang Shanbo in her life, she He was attracted by his handsome appearance, full of knowledge, and the ideals of like-mindedness. Then, they fell in love. The Buddha said: The past five hundred times of returning to the past has been exchanged for this life. They also swear by the mountains. Zeng Xueyue Fenghua, but after all, the enemy is not surviving. The first man who made her heartbeat stunned, her world collapsed, tears dried, and after the heartbreak, he carried a backpack and set foot on it. The future they have agreed to! For her so extraordinary, she is destined to meet, even if it is broken, but also cherish it, isn't it? So she dusted her feelings, just a person’s journey for a long time, and will forget where he came from? Where are you going? She feels that her life will no longer have feelings, and she has lost her love. Just when she thought that she would come to the future, she would compare her older artist, Wang Luobin, to express her feelings. Perhaps this feeling is mixed with admiration and admiration, but she loves, she regards Wang Luobin as The crutches in their own lives, regardless of the opposition of their parents and friends, even if the rest of the world agrees that this love is just the tool she used to forget the yesterday's watch, she does not care, this love sprouted in the letter of Hongyan Growing, but ended in three months, at the end of every night, she looked at the sea, and her heart shouted his name over and over until the tears flowed until dawn. In her life, confusing, now, only with paper and ink! She wants to turn into a hurricane, free and unrestrained, she is so tired, she is more than death, but now she is hard-working, I don’t know when, autumn has turned into a parting season, looking up at the moon, she thought, she might stop Down, the world has been tasted by the cold and warm. Only love is the wound that is hard to heal in her heart. It is also the regret of life. In a thousand reincarnations, I will find you. She wants to catch the breath of love. . The next day, her message of suicide and death sensationalized Taiwan. The pain of her parents was no longer able to call back her daughter's soul. The life of Miss Chicai finally came to an end.

I am also a girl. I will become a woman one day. It is a youthful life, but a living formula, a day-to-day life, but also a glimpse of today’s plagiarism yesterday, no new ideas, my life, both There is no freedom for "an energy can be lost, and I am not happy." There is no such thing as the tenderness and romance of "Zhuang Shengxiao Meng Fan", the life of life, the youth of life, but I can only bury myself in the test, San Mao My life has made me awake. I have been waking up for 10,000 years. I am eager to cherish the present and create some pink memories for my life. From San Mao’s body, I heard the symphony of life, which is magnificent and leap. I saw the bloom of the flower of life, it was gorgeous and beautiful. The value of life is not in the length, but in whether it really takes a good trip. San Mao’s life is like the hot sun at noon. It burns every person who wants to change and owns her, so people who pass by will only go. Looking up to her, she will never live in someone else's life, because she is interpreting her own legendary story. Sometimes, I will also admire San Mao, I can meet Jose, I can meet each other, I am fantasizing, I am growing up. Is it as lucky as Sanmao, that there can be one person who does not need too much words between each other, but will take care in the heart and focus on the eyes. Will it also go to the end of the world like San Mao, soaring the sky, the answer is: no! Because I am afraid, I am afraid to spend alone in the night, afraid of the sandstorm attack, probably this is the difference between me and San Mao, or perhaps life is a fascination, and San Mao played the initiative in this game! Some people are dead, but he is alive, some people are alive, but they are dead, and San Mao is the former!

After the reincarnation of the years, there are still people who remember that there was a woman named San Mao who used her tender hands to open the door of the times and walked into her legendary life!

First day: Liu Jiawei