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Is willing to open a flower heart


Life, half is memory, half is to continue. No matter how noisy in reality, the heart always has a plot, where the growth of a good. Excerpt:
Early in the morning to open WeChat, see God complaining that such a sentence: the company is the most long love; wait, is perhaps the most extreme thoughts. God complaining in memories, once the long walk hand in hand in the river, once in the rain on the corner of cuddling, once in the explosion of spicy unhealthy food stalls to eat. If God smiled, there is a bitter rise in my mind, it is the kind of dry land out of the flowers, but let people feel lonely.
Although the acquaintance of time is short, but the reality has come too suddenly
That year, the third God complaining immersed in the study, the study room is covered with review of textbooks, the textbook only shifted to the side to find a space for one person. If God took the milk and grains pancake wistfully identify the a place where the sun is, large windows can see pedestrians coming and going below. Silly horse zhe theory to make her sleepy, the sun shines so that she is sleepy, soon fell asleep.
If God felt someone pushing her vigilance, she quickly opened his eyes and saw a huge male face, this is what posture, hands resting on her arm, this is not our guy. If God stood up at once sent a roar; "what to do, where to put slag men, hands, face where to put?" The silence of the room was broken, all eyes are put into play here, wait and see, just like to give life to add something like. The red slag male face Shua, hurriedly say sorry, do God complaining at the ready, ready to start. But in several sound sorry slag male rest down, impatiently waved, "hurry, hurry, look at vexed." Slag male innocent looking at her, has said, "my books and papers......" If God did not realize their pressure to his textbook, a Speechless.
God complaining again see things behind the slag male, in a mountain climbing two people familiar with it. And all the men and women friends, accompanied by hand in the same open on the same campus. Unfortunately, time is too short, facing graduation can plan for day, in the face of reality, one left, one right, bless each other, long climb in the hallway full of green vine.
Across the seas to see you, is a kind of understanding how pain
That year, especially popular in the farm to steal food, do not steal food every day that today did not harvest the same. For a long time to go home, God on the outside in the street, but could not find a suitable job, numb to steal food every day for God complaining become irritable, become decadent. Every couple of space are a reminder of how many days in love today, watching every day he recorded a busy and fulfilling life, God complaining more confused. Finally, in the long wait, the longest love confession, he decided to go to God complaining. In that little room, is destined to accompany company registration in hong kong, destined to good is full of happiness, also destined to.
At that time the street often put in "caring" you, every time I hear this song, he always said, "I am up to three years, everything will be ok. You are the caring girl, how do I make you unhappy?" The bitter life that everything has changed, then good love can not escape the daily necessities daily necessaries tea baptism, also can't escape dull. Small complain occasionally in his opinion is of no great importance, occasionally coquetry is sad no longer have an ulterior motive, patience to dredge, sometimes even care, this life is God complaining cannot endure, life has become a white boiling water, quarrel became condiment, once the most long love into a long wait, into a thorough understanding travel to Hong Kong and Macau.
That once someone go?
When the Spring Festival comes once a year before, a train station China almost all inside and out with the surging crowd frenzy. How many passengers were always on the move, to cluster together, panic and anxiously watching the news from afar. Hurry home to God complaining, nature is already through the innocence of childhood and youth, because in this city the day has already tasted the taste of sour, sweet, bitter, hot. God on their feeling tired, that met seven years, who had let her wait three years, let her down. Neither painful nor itching after seven years, but lost happiness, that once lost someone online digital agency.
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