Is late at night, as I dragged his exhausted body, stagger back, threw the door hands of all things, is a down on the sofa. Calm moment, eyes slightly open, gently blinked a few times. Side knows once again usher in a busy day of the erosion of the dark, the night after the right again is a new sunrise, along with their never-ending is a busy and noisy. So long, why is life a few bucket sago, a rough value of equipment? Ha ha. . . . . Life world, that is, feed and clothe, is this really worth.
we grow up, but afraid. Now the rhythm of fear in such a hurry, often forget the efforts mad or self-neglect can be a lunch time can give us once again found that the ideal life, or the gap between the state and the reality is far far. A person's efforts, for any ideals and purposes, it is always going to do for themselves, no matter how much he was to take in order to have all the confrontation with reality, and beds many the world. However, another who can understand, these people often live in rural areas of the upstream edge of the city, which is lean in the middle and below, are solely responsible for, and drank all the loneliness and sorrow. They did not meet with the grassroots people's happiness, not the upper class vanity and generosity. Is to have high morale of the fighting during the day, it depressed the owner at night to a territory not his own, completion of depletion spend all share the unique essence of fatigue and loneliness. No family to comfort, no family warmth, sometimes increasing and discontent is the boss of the lecture, you can still keep a smile had to tell myself that I will do better. . . . . Such grievances, but also in their own warning, we grow up, know what is affordable. However, the bear behind the derivatives in their sleep in the night, come to understand that being a foreign land stranger's misfortune, sort out their own before they are tired of not only content only in exchange for a material world and the spiritual world chips. We are tired? Answer: each known. . . . .
dawn wake up, the sun still shines bright even in the face of our lost youth on. (Own sigh, thank God, I am still alive!) Material world, and impulsive social, earthly prosperity, coupled with the dirty air immersion, we all like to live in a Subway and taste of the tub, accept every Busy between our mutual encouragement, support each other, you and me humility. . . . . With the youth in exchange for the life of capital memorable. Hard to forget, we have fun with, and wandering around with, the pain was, helplessly forward. . . . . End with a section of beautiful writing with their own efforts to a brave and lonely each.
Hopefully, we can better predictable, welcome you and I were fresh tomorrow. No longer worry about our elderly, no longer have their own fear of the night, but no longer share the unique melancholy and loneliness, only the life of a successful and beautiful.
(insomnia after - a little sigh)
Good luck everyone.
we grow up, but afraid. Now the rhythm of fear in such a hurry, often forget the efforts mad or self-neglect can be a lunch time can give us once again found that the ideal life, or the gap between the state and the reality is far far. A person's efforts, for any ideals and purposes, it is always going to do for themselves, no matter how much he was to take in order to have all the confrontation with reality, and beds many the world. However, another who can understand, these people often live in rural areas of the upstream edge of the city, which is lean in the middle and below, are solely responsible for, and drank all the loneliness and sorrow. They did not meet with the grassroots people's happiness, not the upper class vanity and generosity. Is to have high morale of the fighting during the day, it depressed the owner at night to a territory not his own, completion of depletion spend all share the unique essence of fatigue and loneliness. No family to comfort, no family warmth, sometimes increasing and discontent is the boss of the lecture, you can still keep a smile had to tell myself that I will do better. . . . . Such grievances, but also in their own warning, we grow up, know what is affordable. However, the bear behind the derivatives in their sleep in the night, come to understand that being a foreign land stranger's misfortune, sort out their own before they are tired of not only content only in exchange for a material world and the spiritual world chips. We are tired? Answer: each known. . . . .
dawn wake up, the sun still shines bright even in the face of our lost youth on. (Own sigh, thank God, I am still alive!) Material world, and impulsive social, earthly prosperity, coupled with the dirty air immersion, we all like to live in a Subway and taste of the tub, accept every Busy between our mutual encouragement, support each other, you and me humility. . . . . With the youth in exchange for the life of capital memorable. Hard to forget, we have fun with, and wandering around with, the pain was, helplessly forward. . . . . End with a section of beautiful writing with their own efforts to a brave and lonely each.
Hopefully, we can better predictable, welcome you and I were fresh tomorrow. No longer worry about our elderly, no longer have their own fear of the night, but no longer share the unique melancholy and loneliness, only the life of a successful and beautiful.
(insomnia after - a little sigh)
Good luck everyone.
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