In the humid environment, the eaves were still dripping water, and suddenly a raging fire was ignited. Destiny is a madman with a sharp blade chasing after you, a lot of things happen, there is no reason to say that if you burn it, you will burn it.
Mother washed her hair and washed it into a black, rotten room. Mother's friend Lisa died, and she talked about her past with Lisa. Back then, the things I was worried about did not happen, and after some confusion, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Finish reading a poem in the white corridor.
I quarreled with Lisa again over trivial matters, cried, took a shower, the bath water couldn't come out, and laughed again. Nothing great.
My wife and myself, the two sides have never been able to talk normally. Recalling the mother, always looks like a wife. (awful)
The accusation of a wife who looks the same as her mother but with a higher hairline. I can't do anything about what happened.
A history of living in Spain, Spanish dance that you can't or don't want to learn.
Two hot air balloons and a huge white object. Lively and desolate.
Flip through a beautiful book with a white tissue paper in front of the pictures.
The messy bag was scattered all over the ground, and the mother left. I was alone at home and started a conversation that was both phantasmagoric and real.
Our existence seems to have a unique meaning. What is it? Feeling conflicted and confused.
A door was opened, the divine revelation stopped, and the traces slowly disappeared.
The girl I fell in love with, hilarious military training.
The jumping skull was just a false alarm.
Another space, dark and muddy into the distance.
What is immortality? Can breaking free from the mercy of fate be one step closer to immortality?
Memories of the war swept in again.
In China not far away, absurd scenes were staged, with dead old men all over the mountains and plains.
Conflict on the border, poor people on both sides, poor people.
Frozen room, ready for fire.
Fighting for custody, human beings, I am just a child who has not grown up.
Jealous, untalented son.
dream
Selling earrings, everything in life that you can't deal with and have to deal with.
It's nice that the scarred bird can still fly away.
Dreaming back to the childhood hut, my parents still love each other.
It doesn't matter anymore, I can only go far.
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