Dreams
seem to be a common occurrence. When you are excited to talk about your dreams to others, you see a look of disdain or sympathy on the other person's face. So he was greatly disappointed, and even his vigorous ambition shrank, and he shivered in the corner. Everyone speaks loudly, people speak dreadfully, and others are terrifying beings. Just because of the suspicious eyes of a colleague and neighbor, even if the two of them didn't say it on the surface, their hearts were shaken. The most valuable virtue of a person is to know how to reflect, but the most troublesome thing is to reflect too much. And the dream - this soft and fragile creature, the unrealistic dream in the mouths of others, after repeated pondering and dazzling washing, eventually faded and slowly died.
People
if there is nothing better than people in love can not spend more painful, and that is hurt each other but together.
Two people who can love each other cannot reach an agreement on the level of daily life. Too many conventions make us forget the unruly self that we used to be, the self that made each other love deeply. April pulled out the photos of the past, and his memory was flooding. Now this cowardly man who had quarreled with himself all day, was such a dazzling existence in the past he was looking at. There was a glimmer of hope in her heart. She didn't want to see the eagle that might spread its wings and become a bloated ostrich. She didn't want her life—yes, her life—to end like this.
die
Despair guides her a path to death, but despair will not disappear because of death. They ate their last breakfast at the table, but they didn't expect this scene to be the last memory for each other. Frank drew his secretly proud future to his wife on a tissue paper. When he did this, he was actually happy and a little proud. The woman sitting opposite smiled and listened, and even nodded approvingly. This woman has been freed in her heart. She has given herself freedom, and she no longer thinks about any possibility. She has given herself a path, but leaves the direction to God to decide. Pale relief - this was the last explanation she gave to her life, not to mention her husband, the boyish and impulsive man who was standing beside the car uneasily and looked back at her.
Frank would never understand why April left him, whether he did something wrong, or whether the two should never have met. His life was such a blur, with smoke blocking his vision, he couldn't see clearly. But his ignorance is not an answer - after all, there are people who silently turn their hearing aids to mute in the face of his wife's endless nagging.
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