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One morning after the storm, a man came to the seaside for a walk. Walking along the coast, he noticed that there were many small fish washed ashore by last night's storm in the shallow water pit of the beach. They are trapped in shallow puddles and can't return to the sea, although they are close at hand. There may be hundreds or even thousands of small fish trapped. Before long, the water in the shallow water pit will be sucked dry by sand and evaporated by the sun, and these small fish will all die.

The man walked on. Suddenly, he saw a little boy walking slowly in front of him. He had been bending down beside every puddle-he was picking up the small fish in the puddle and throwing them back into the sea. The man stopped to look at the little boy and watched him save the fish's life.

Finally, the man couldn't help walking over: "son, there are hundreds of thousands of small fish in this puddle, which you can't save."

"I know." The little boy replied without looking up.

"oh? Then why are you still throwing? Who cares? "

"This little fish cares!" The boy replied, picked up a fish and threw it into the sea.

"This care, this also care! And this, this, this ... "

Heaven didn't sleep late.

The sky is low, leaden clouds hang in the air like a wet cloth, and there is too much water.

I was lying in a hospital bed, and my mother's eyes were swollen with tears. I tried to wipe away her tears, but my body wouldn't listen and didn't move. At this moment, the door was opened and several nurses came in. They pushed my mother away, covered my cheek with a white cloth and carried me away together. The nurse pushed me to a quiet place and stopped. The sign on the door says: morgue.

I was locked in, and in a dark room, there were many cold bodies lying. My only conclusion is that I am dead!

My short life ended like this! I can't snuggle up in my mother's arms anymore! Tears are like broken beads, pattering down. Just then, the white cloth on my face was lifted, and a lovely little angel appeared, "Hello!" " Blinking her white wings, she smiled at me and said, "Congratulations, you are very kind on earth, and you can come to live in heaven after you die." Please report to heaven at 8 o'clock tomorrow. "Say that finish, she spread her wings and flew away.

Heaven? That was the place I longed for most when I was a child. Where am I going to live now?

The next day, when the clock struck seven, I flew out of the morgue and came to the sky. Heaven is more beautiful than I imagined: the ladder is made of gold, with many petals I have never seen before, and gauze-like white clouds floating around. I came to the door of heaven and tapped on the delicate door. But the door didn't open.

"Son, don't wait, who must be sleeping in heaven!" An old woman with a wrinkled face came. "How can heaven sleep late?" I don't know! But it sleeps late every day, and the time to meet new people is always over. I've been waiting here for 8 days! You better come with me! I will take you to a safe place, where there are many people like us who can't get in! ""Do you sleep late in heaven? "It seems that sleeping in is our students' specialty! "Oh, the ghost axe is coming for us, run!"

Unconsciously, two ugly people, one black and one white, appeared in front of me. "Son, come with me to the eighteenth floor of hell!" Black monster rictus "don't! I'm going to heaven. " "You are really unlucky. Tiandao has been sleeping late recently! " "Don't!" I ran like hell. ...

"Son ..." I vaguely heard my mother's voice in my ear. When I woke up, I found my forehead was covered with cold sweat. It turned out that this was just a dream. What a terrible dream! I can't help shivering when I suddenly think of what just happened in heaven. "Mom, why does everyone die?" My mother was stunned first, and then smiled and said to me, "People can still live in heaven after death! It is much happier there than on earth! " "Heaven sleeps late, what if people can't get in?" My words actually made my mother laugh: "silly child, heaven will not sleep late. It will definitely open the door for people on time because it has magical power!" " "Mom's words really relaxed me a lot.

With the growth of age, people will inevitably be afraid of death, but as long as they believe that good people will go to heaven! Believe it, heaven will not sleep late!

Greet the sky

I used to walk in a special way-bow my head. Yes, when I walk, I'm always used to walking with my head down, as if I had a chain around my neck. In my mother's words, I am looking for gold.

But later, I found that I had a friendship with that vast blue sky. I like to look up at the sky, or lie on the lawn, often for more than an hour. The vast blue sky really fascinates me. So I gradually got rid of this problem.

Gaze, stare, time seems to have stopped at this moment. Looking at the broad blue sky, I suddenly felt that I was reading a wordless gobbledygook. I look left, right, up and down, all blank, and there is no line between the lines. The name of this gobbledygook is "Sky". I tried to understand, but it backfired. So I thought, how can ordinary people understand this profound book? This is not an ordinary book. It is fantastic, profound and unpredictable, and we must read it with our hearts.

I greet the sky quietly in my heart. At this time, the sky is no longer a dead gobbledygook, it has a soul. Only then can I understand the significance of reading this book with heart.

The sky is wide in You Lan, wider than the ocean, endless, and I don't know where to stop; The orchid makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Looking at the clouds on the horizon, constantly changing shapes, so desirable, I really have an impulse to run. The wonderful cloud that fascinates me is so magical. Think so, the body really has a feeling of being on cloud nine.

However, it is too high, higher than Mount Everest, too unfathomable. It is not easy to go anywhere, it needs our wisdom and courage. I can feel that at this time, one by one is my stumbling block and my stumbling block. But for me, what does it matter what I yearn for most, even if it is unattainable and unfathomable? Thought of here, my nervous heart suddenly enlightened, I forgot all my troubles, abandoned all kinds of distractions, put aside layers of difficulties, and just wanted to climb to the high clouds. My goal is to meet the sky.

I smiled and looked at it. The sky is still generous and blue, and I am not shy, which fills my heart with joy. I am young and confident. At this moment, I smile at the sky. I remembered the story of Kuafu chasing the sun and thought he was so close to me. I still remember Kuafu seeing the sun rise in the east and set in the west every day, and he thought, "If only it had been daytime all the time. I want to find a way to catch the sun and let it illuminate the earth forever. "

I'm ready to be the second Kuafu. But the difference is that Kuafu is chasing the sun, and today, I want to pay tribute to the sky.

The broad blue sky is not only a heavenly book, but also Mount Everest. So, hold your head high and salute the sky. ...

Respondent: Tim button- probation level 111-22 22:15.

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There is a kind of love called caring for each other and quarreling.

In many people's eyes, they are really a mismatched couple. He is tall and handsome, can repair all the appliances in the house, and treats people well. Cooking occasionally is also delicious. Apart from his bad temper, he is almost a perfect man. She is short and fat, rough and clumsy. We can't even cook a decent dish when the guests come. Sleepiness, talking in your sleep. Naughty, love is real.

They often quarrel. Every time, he always stirs up trouble first: she overcooked the porridge, put too much salt in the cooking, accidentally broke a cup, or forgot to water the flowers on the balcony ... So she quarreled and naturally refused to show weakness. She opened the venue, rolled up the quilt, pots and pans, tinkling, very imposing. He has a clumsy mouth, except for one sentence: "How could I meet a stupid woman like you?" There is nothing else to say. But she can respond to him in a few words in a minute, cynical, with a knife and a gun. As a result, he always loses first, hiding in the bedroom, closing the door and window to stop it.

For 30 years, from youth and beauty to gray temples, I thought I would quarrel all my life, until that day, he suddenly fainted outside. When she learned the news, she was cooking his favorite mung bean noodles. As soon as the messenger said, she was cheated and stayed for a while. The basin in her hand fell to the ground with a crash and broke into pieces.

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I'll take you dancing when you are ready.

In June 2002, my father was diagnosed with multiple myeloma and admitted to the provincial cancer hospital.

Father likes to be lively and has been living in a four-person ward. Four patients, plus their accompanying family members, always seem very lively. Optimistic and humorous father, saying all kinds of humorous words, infected people around him with happiness. Every time I go to see my father, I always have the illusion that my father is not ill, but to recuperate.

In order to increase nutrition for my father, my mother bought soft-shelled turtle, snakehead and loach and kept them in the washbasin under the bed. At that time, my father was receiving chemotherapy and his appetite was jet-lagged. Mother always racked her brains to cook different kinds of food for her father every day. In order to make dad eat more, mom broke her heart. People in the same ward, doctors and nurses often say to their father: Teacher Chen, you are so lucky to have such a beautiful and capable young Mrs. Chen to serve you.

My mother is seven years younger than my father. She has fair skin, exquisite figure, ingenuity and pleasant conversation. People in the hospital affectionately call their mother "Mrs. Chen" When my father heard this, he always said happily, "When I leave the hospital, I will take good care of her." Then he turned to his mother and said, "I will really treat you well." I have never done anything for you in my life. "

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Respondent: dl 103- scholar level 3 1 1-22 22:33.

Depression and worry

Last night, the moon was full of pity.

Huaying in Ming Dynasty is full of loneliness.

Autumn sand has no intention of eroding the forest,

Han slept more sourly.

-Think about it, improvise ... make a fool of yourself!

Respondent: 282206708- probationary period level 1 1 1-22 22:43.

Modern people are busy, how many can stop? Writing an article is like planting a tree, which does not accumulate emptiness. See how cool words are? Come and make up the number!

After a thousand years of culture, Lu Xun left none.

Huazhang always follows the time, ridiculous literati and cheap bones!

Respondent: abfc 0752- probation level 111-22 23: 41.

God is dying!

Interviewee: Zhang Mingnuo-new to Jianghu level 2 1 1-23 00:24

Taoist pagoda

Respondent: Yu-Trainee Magician Level 2 1 1-23 00:39.

You should read the book!

Responder: fly dreaming- Senior Magician Level 611-2301:19.

I once wrote an article about women on the forum. I have kept it. I like these three articles very much. I hope you like them too.

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Take me home, will you?

The school is close to Lukou International Airport, and there are often planes whizzing overhead during classes. I really love its voice and decisive posture, without any nostalgia, like farewell. I know, we are always saying goodbye. Helpless acceptance.

This October, my father, the man I deeply love, the man who gave me blood and bones, will eventually leave. Take the women and children who need his care to another country. We met before saying goodbye and I flew to his city. It was half past three in the afternoon when we arrived in Qingdao. Overhead is the bright and dry sunshine in the north, and the wind smells of sea water. Stay in the best hotel, the room is on the seventeenth floor, you can see the sea when you open the window and listen to the ebb and flow of the tide. In this season, there are few tourists by the sea. You can imagine the noise during the feast, but now everything has calmed down. Gorgeous youth is so much.

Miss my father, is that kind of boring idea. When I was waiting to see him, my heart ached a little. Father called me to tell me that he would not have time to see me until noon tomorrow. I said, okay. The voice is calm. I hung up and went to take a shower. I saw my cold and thin smile in the mirror, with a little contempt. But what am I laughing at? I don't know. Standing under the shower, I suppressed my disappointment. I tried to remember my father. My father in my memory is a thin man, a man who is silent and seldom laughs, a man who will carry me on his shoulders, and a man who promises to take me home. But now my father, who is nearly 50 years old, is obese, with traces of years of hard work in the mall on his face. His smile is tired and empty, his eyes are dim, and he loves less with more money. I understand. It's the only way. In the torrent of time, my father and I have been separated by Wan Li.

Sleeping in the hotel's spacious and soft bed at night, a large piece of wet and cold wind poured in from the open window, so cold. I wrapped myself in a white sheet and hugged myself. The pain and disappointment in my heart gradually shrank into a ball. I couldn't sleep, got up and stood at the window, looking at the dark sea. All night, I just silently looked at the raging sea. Always stubbornly refused to drop a tear.

I finally met my father in the private room of the hotel. We have dinner together, and there is nothing to say. Occasionally, we have fragmentary and cherished eyes. Father said, don't be too stubborn. Think about it. After I arrange it for a period of time, I will go to Germany or come to Canada to live with me. I shook my head without thinking. No, I just want to stay in Suzhou, which is my home. Father didn't look at me and bowed his head to smoke. I turned around and saw his disappointed expression. For a long time, my father said, after all this time, you still refuse to forgive me and your mother. His words hit me straight in the heart. I quickly looked up and saw the turbid liquid in his eyes. Yes, for so many years, I thought I made a compromise and fulfilled their happiness. It turns out that everything is just the perfect excuse I gave myself. I banished myself again and again, not living with them, not telling them about my life, not giving them a smile, not letting them see my sadness, and even unwilling to cherish myself. I blame them for their guilt, but there is nothing I can do. I refused to give them a chance to give me love and care. How cruel I am to my parents, but what's going on? I have so much love and tenderness in my heart to give them!

I looked at my father sadly and finally said nothing. I think sadly that I have lost the courage to love them! Go down. I insist on flying back. My father drove me and we didn't say a word. I followed the team into the security checkpoint with my boarding pass. I turned around and saw my father waving to me in the crowd with a sad expression on his face. My father is getting old. He can't keep his daughter. He has so much love that he doesn't know how to give it to her. He was very sad. I turned my back and finally burst into tears.

The plane slowly climbed to an altitude of 3000 feet, and childhood memories fell like snowflakes, falling to the softest place in my heart. Does it hurt? I don't know. I was very tired and gradually fell asleep. I don't want to wake up.

......

In the cold wind, a group of children surrounded a girl. One of the boys stood up and said, my mother said you were a wild child, and your parents eloped and fled here. The children around were silent, waiting for the development of the situation. The girl looked up at the boy, silent, her eyes hung under the eaves like ice, and a chill slowly forced out. The girl suddenly bent down and hit the boy with her head. They fell to the ground together and scuffled. There were screams and boos everywhere. After all, girls can't compete with boys, so they are crushed by boys and their fists fall off, but girls are not afraid at all. She still stubbornly looked up at the boy. The boy finally stopped, cursed angrily and fled, and the onlookers dispersed in a hubbub like birds. The girl got up, patted off the snowflake and touched the faint blood on her face, but it was dry without tears. At home, the girl rummaged through the cupboard, trying to find a little red book to prove that she was not a wild child-her parents' marriage certificate, but there was none. My parents came back at night, looking tired and sleepy. The girl smiled at them without saying anything. At night, in the dark, tears finally flowed out silently.

On New Year's Eve, the girl had dinner with her parents, simple meals, no new clothes, no red envelopes or even blessings, but she felt so happy. It is best for girls to think that they will never be separated when their relatives are around. After dinner, the girl and her parents labeled the clothes for export together in the dim light. My father said those goods were badly needed by others. It is snowing heavily outside, firecrackers are ringing, and the children are cheering. On the morning of New Year's Day, the girl got up early and stepped on a piece of red paper, which was crunched by the wind. The girl squatted on the ground, carefully looking for those small firecrackers that had not been blasted. Her father asked her what she did. The girl opened her palm to show her father the surprise in her hand and smiled happily. That smile burned in my father's heart like a lump of coal. The man picked up the girl and said, I will give you the best in the future and take you home. The girl felt something damp and warm seeping into her neck.

For so many years, throughout her childhood, the girl followed her parents in the northernmost part of China and never attended a complete primary school. Although she faced many difficulties in life, the girl grew up freely, which was the warmest time in her life.

......

There was a slight vibration when the plane started to land. I woke up from a long dream. In the dream, the girl's face gradually became clear, and I knew who she was. The man beside me smiled at me. Did you just have a nightmare? You've been crying. I shook my head. No, it was a beautiful dream. I laughed with him. Is it a dream? Or have you really had such a warm time? I have a splitting headache. I don't remember anything. The wind roared in my heart. I think I will die eventually, on my way home. The road is endless, and there is no going back. But what about the man who took me home? Where did he go?

My dear father, I don't want you to give me the best life, I just want you to take me home. Look at your daughter, look at the girl you hugged, the girl who keeps smiling at you. She can't find her way home.

Father, will you take me home?

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Honey, let's say goodbye.

Say goodbye at last, say goodbye. Who can stop the disappearance?

The last time I saw him, When his cell phone rang, we were one meter apart. He turned and whispered on the phone. He hung up the phone and smiled apologetically at me. I also smiled, thinking that I could go calmly as if nothing had happened. But I don't know that the pain is surging.

I remembered that he said that his wife loved him very much, so he had to take care of her. I am embarrassed.

I love him, but I can't save him

Never thought about anything. It's nothing. Still nothing. Turn around and go back to the starting point in another way.

Remember last summer, in the bar, his anger.

I laugh, smoke and drink. Do not stop. He sat next to me. I tried to smile at him, and then I blew a cigarette at him. At that moment, he took the cigarette from my hand and slapped me hard. It hurts like that. I buried my face in his lap and cried.

He told me to pull over. What did you say you were doing today? How are you? Are you okay? I want you to live a normal life. I still shed tears, turned my head, smiled, looked at him and said, be good.

He wants me to get better and live a normal life. I can't believe it.

But, dear, you can't love me well, but why can't you love me well?

I always believe that I care so much because I can't get it, but why, why is it so painful that there is nowhere to hide. All the protective layers were completely destroyed in an instant. Finally found himself so vulnerable.

I remember last year, I, he and she were together for three months.

In September, on the playground, I looked at the sky and was so happy. He went abroad because he couldn't meet each other, and the thoughts in his heart let me know that I had fallen in love with him. I think that's when I loved him the most.

However, why is the truth uncovered in 10 so incredible? Maybe it was then that I began to feel disappointed in him.

I love him, but indeed, I began to get tired of many disappointments. After all, I never thought how I would leave.

Think about your bad temper, think about everything you love. I remember that he often sleeps until midnight, holding me in confusion and saying that he likes you and loves you. I am always woken up by him like this. I remember that we often fought for quilts in our sleep. In winter, I will be frozen stiff in the morning. Thinking that he would adjust the water temperature and squeeze the toothpaste for me, I wouldn't have to experience it myself. It's gentle to think that he will wipe the water drops for me.

Sometimes, I think I really like this man. But we kept arguing and finally got tired, so we had to go our separate ways.

He said that you used to be a sensible child. I smiled.

Once, I really listened to him. He said you should be good, and I said yes. He said you should not smoke in the future, and I said yes. He said to take you to see Wuzhen, and I said yes. He said I couldn't give you normal love, and I said yes. I always thought I didn't care, whoever left could still live well. I just don't want to leave. I don't think it's necessary. Occasionally get angry and turn around. He said disapprovingly, in five minutes, you will climb on top of me. Oh, I really will. Because I don't think it's necessary to be formal. Time is scarce. I need comfort and don't want to waste it.

But why is pain still inevitable?

In the quiet music, I said that I don't love you anymore, which is good and I can be happy for another feeling.

He laughed at me and said, you change so fast.

Honey, how could you? You can't love me well, but you selfishly won't let my heart harden to protect yourself. I want to protect myself.

I remember that afternoon. I insist on believing how hard I work and how I don't care. But it's terrible, so many days all the beliefs used to protect themselves began to be destroyed. In an instant, the true colors are revealed.

It turns out that for so many days, all the pain is just for him. It turned out that he always wanted to leave.

When we broke up, we found that he cut his hair very short, like last year. Looking at his back at a certain moment, I will deeply understand that life is an illusion and the person I loved is just an illusion. Just deja vu. Because it disappeared quickly, I began to forget many things. Even though I loved him so much.

Goodbye, dear.

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The pain of 2003

Even if I don't want to remember you anymore. Things have changed, and I have decided to let go of all my attachment and reluctance to you in the past year. You have made countless phone calls and sent countless messages, but honey, why bother? No matter how much you write, I won't read any more. Hesitate, struggle, and then leave quietly and decisively. I can only do so much for you. Honey, let me go. Thank you for letting me see such a cold and cheerless ending of life, and so many sorrows of turning away.

The love that was once dead set is now dead. That's all. Drifting away, disappearing anyway, and finally being lonely. Hugs, leanings, kisses, caresses, vows, happiness, tears, smiles ... are only superficial. For a moment of lust, the ending will naturally be laid out. Set up the stage, sing all the way, colorful, gorgeous, but finally curtain call. The banquet was suddenly interrupted.

After a sleepless night, my friend leaned over and said, cry if it hurts. I shook my head. In front of you, I am not a woman who tears easily. After you leave, I won't either. I want to live a good life alone, just like you always wanted. Don't smoke, don't go to bars to get drunk, don't run barefoot on the floor in winter, don't watch obscure movies, don't touch coldness, don't send you messages in the middle of the night, and don't embarrass you. Haha, honey, you see, I have finally become what you like, but, honey, you are no longer with me.

Dear, you asked me if I would describe the whole story of our relationship in long words. I smiled. But now I don't want to tell everything about us. For so long, many words are about you, but they often stagnate and can't be written. There should be many memories in a year, but every time I think about it, it is also a mess. what can I say? I always seem powerless. Love will pass eventually. I've heard 1 1 ten thousand times about eternity or eternity, but I've never spent a spring, summer, autumn and winter with anyone. But still old. There is a feeling that the dust has settled, which is vicissitudes.

It began to rain, and you can smell the fragrance of osmanthus trees downstairs in the cold air. I remember you like osmanthus wine best, jiaozi. That sunny afternoon, I fumbled in your kitchen and made a pot. You smile at me, eat with a smile and say it's delicious. Like a child. I will always remember that smile. However, dear, nowadays, everything can only be a souvenir between the lines. To commemorate the luxurious love time. Never go back. Good scenery is nominal, leaving only sadness.

For a while, we separated. I miss you very much. I don't know if you have seen some absolute things in life in front of another woman who loves you. Are you too lonely or too happy to laugh? And I always wait for you to come back in my own world, waiting for you to give me a smile, whether it is brilliant or not. If you really come back, I think I will win the world. I didn't expect to say goodbye today after all. Time has passed, and everything is too late.

I have been very quiet these days, living in a friend's house and feeling the trivial warmth of my family. They cooked me good food, took good care of me, carefully avoided sensitive topics and smiled at me. They are really good people. So I must believe that everything will be all right. Honey, really, I believe I will be fine. I can no longer indulge my deep love for you, and I can no longer put myself in such an embarrassing situation. I have lost the courage to love you, although I once thought I was invincible. However, in the face of reality, it was defeated. We have to let go. Honey, forgive me.

I've been trying to make up for my regret. You make me feel as mellow as my father. How can I let myself escape? Now, all the entanglements are coming to an end. Honey, look at me again. Look at the woman you loved. She is getting old because of you.

We said goodbye, and we won't meet again.

No matter how much I love you in 2003, no matter how unforgettable the pain in 2003 is. It will eventually disperse.

Honey.

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Respondent: Henan sister 1- assistant level 311-23 01:26.

Happiness is that simple.

Happiness is that simple. I see you when I miss you, listen to your unusual voice, and look at your ugly face. In this way, the two people leaned together and sang the song "The Most Romantic Thing" that they had heard thousands of times in the dim light.

Happiness is that simple. One day, when you open your eyes and never cook, you suddenly put on an apron that belongs to me. I don't know what to say. The last sentence is that you cooked a breakfast I don't know if I like it or not.

Happiness is that simple. In order to be beautiful, I still wear only a thin pair of stockings in the snow and ice. Finally, you played with me all night. When I woke up, you only said one word, silly girl, not beautiful, I still love you.

Happiness is so simple, I thought you didn't care about anything. Suddenly one day, the girl who sent flowers in the office building sent me a bunch of lilies to accept. Your phone call came, saying that if you receive Lily, you will never go back on your word.

Happiness is so simple, it's not worth mentioning, because you shed tears.

youth

Youth is not a period of life, not a rosy face, red lips and soft knees; It is a state of mind, which refers to unremitting enthusiasm, rich imagination and passionate feelings. It is the source of life and the source of vibrant microcomputer.

Youth means overcoming cowardice, courage and giving up the spirit of taking risks. People aged 60 tend to be more energetic than those aged 20. Being old is not only the result of the passage of time, but also the result of laziness and lack of progress.

Time may leave a mark on the face, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul, regret, fear and self-distrust bows the soul and turns youth to ashes.

Whether you are 60 or 20 years old, you need to keep an inexhaustible curiosity, an inexhaustible childlike thirst for knowledge and the joy and enthusiasm for pursuing career success. In your heart and mine, there is a radio station. As long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, joy, encouragement and strength from all things on earth, you will remain young forever.

When the aerials are down, your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and pessimism, and you will grow old, even if you are only 20 years old. When your aerials are up, with high optimism, you may die young at the age of 80.

danger

Laughter is in danger of looking like a fool.

Crying is in danger of appearing sentimental.

Being close to others is in danger of being implicated.

Expressing emotions is in danger of revealing your true self.

Showing your ideals and dreams to everyone is in danger of losing them.

Love is in danger of being unrequited.

Life is in danger of death.

Hope is in danger of disappointment.

There is a danger of failure in trying.

People who don't take any risks

People who have nothing to do.

Nothing, nothing.

Bend down

This is an unforgettable and shocking season, and an innocent woman is slowly coming to us from the distant Saibei.

It seems that we have lived in this southern city for a long time. We can always see people in this land busy looking for jobs, making money and falling in love. What a lively and noisy picture of life is this? This is the main theme of a city's reform and opening up.

I was lying under a sky that was no longer pure, and I felt something floating under me. I'm thinking: Do you want to calm down? It seems that we will reap a loss and a sinking in autumn.