I cry when watching horror movies and children's dramas, I must be old. As soon as I entered the party school, Marx and I looked at each other affectionately, but he never saw me, he looked into the distance. A person's eyes should have distance and poetry in order to walk firmly. It would be even better if he could meet accomplices who were just in sync and didn't need to be too close. The older I get, the more I like to watch children laugh, and I envy other people's dimples and gentle tone of voice. I want to be surrounded too much, and the more people are absent, the more I will look for similar items. Our encounter went with the flow and came into its own. From the same table to the front line, to the local, fortunately I met many warm people. The more fake smiles I have, the more I long for genuine eyes. No need to calculate, no need to guess the consequences and meaning of the words, just be a watcher of an indifferent long reflex arc, and learn and repeat in this process to become a better person. I want to remember that every moment, I flip through this album in my heart, and record the bits and pieces of the chemical reaction. If we move forward independently for better, there will always be a road ahead that will continue to reconcile. I'm so glad we walked the same path. I learned to reconcile and let go, to say goodbye to the past. It's hard and takes practice. If life is a constant flow of water and cycles of ups and downs. Please take my hand. Even without you, I am willing to fall down resolutely, and I will have you when I wake up. Thank you, thank you for coming.
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