Estranged

The summer of the old town, slowly diffused. The low-headed willow, transpirating the hot road. The drunkenness of the drunkenness of the drunkenness that is reluctant to tears. When you are familiar with the place, with the last shot, the lost emotions, fan the crystal wings, want to fly out of her heart, but it is not entangled.

When you are a person, you can feel quiet pain; more people can only be more quiet, in the surrounding of strangers, you have to have a bottle of beer, 4 woolen eggs, a disc, maybe there is only this It is the enjoyment of life. do not wanna go Home. Sitting in the downtown, look at the shining, as if, there is no home. How many lonely nights have been wore from the downtown, and now, even the brightening is a guy who is hidden. No one can stay who is, then you will be in the light and shadow.

Do you want to go home with a lightning fire? Look, I don't know, there will be no one will light a light. The more you have, the more you are quiet, the more fear, a little sad, I don't know why my heart is lost.

Once, I really like this bright, so that the night will become beautiful. However, tonight, because this is full, but let the night change the empty hole.

In all the shadows, her tears can't pale others. Her figure is not a brilliant color.

At this night, she didn't know where she was exhausted. Arck, not the familiar taste she wants; in front of her familiar shadow; in the heart, not the peace she wants.

In such a lightning fire, in addition to the lost self, you will be available.

Red lights are happiness, in order to show off. Or, for the shake?

Yellow light is a street lamp that is bright for the lost man. Or, for the sight of the night's myth?

Orange lights, is a warmth of the heart. Or, let me feel sad?

Green lights are the bright bar. Or is it a color of alcohol?

The cyan light is a reflection of the wet bluestone street. Still, the blur of the hunger eyes?

The indigo lights are the little lights whose mother is a light, weak, kind. Or, the old dreams are flashing in the old dream?

Purple lights are cute backgrounds in the bar. Or is it still sad?

I don't know what foy.

She never had anything.

In this way, fell asleep in the lights.

In the dream, all kinds of lights are mixed together and become a clear white.

Famless people, in the white lights, get close.

If you can forget the sweat in all journeys, then you will not disdain this; if you can forget people who have loved, then life will not have a big empty hole; if even relatives have forgotten, it is shameless. However, when the college entrance examination experienced suffering to the end of the end, when it was loose from the tightening state, all the pain, all emptiness, like a vine, climbing, crawling, lives, cold ice Each corner of the wall. Icy window, dodge in the morning glory wall, sadness can only be shadowed with the vine, and peep detect everything that happens outside the world.

On July, like there is no color, you will hang your sadness and thinking, but in the end, it is still a bit of a bit, some is a bit beautiful. But maybe, this is pure. On the 19th, he will leave for the day of the banquet, you have to leave on the 29th. Because Guangzhou has distant relatives, let's stay in the last month and adapt to the weather. Listening to my mother, I said everything, I'm like a dead man. She only wants mom to put the phone down, because she is waiting for news, Xiao Nan's news, Xiao Qi's news, is there? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Before leaving, you leave the ancestral tomb and too doctors.

Take the small road on the tomb, the heart is fur. But when I arrived in the grave of my family, I really didn't feel anything, I didn't seem to see them as apologies. Just moved to these three days, so according to the customs of the children to come to the grave. Because you have to live in the distance, she asked to be here.

Yang Something, let them feel warm. She looked at the name on the tomb, as if they had that. It seems that even breathing is really cut. Through the moisturization of odorism, she knows that there is no ghost. But she really hopes that this world has a ghost. Looking for your letter. Initially, people make their loved ones, after leaving, there is another form in this world in another form. I hope that the soul is as clear as clearly, seeing, please miss it, seeing the children to make a brush for them.

In the combustion of the mixed money, the hot breath is warm. Lave you a lot of hopes, you are still the child who doesn't know anything, walks freely in the house of the milk, take things. The old lady is then existed in the blurred memory. I don't know how good she has done it, what I have done. You can only remember, think of her, when you want to cry, maybe, family is so simple and magical.

Wipe the dust to the grave, she knows that they like clean gardens; burning a lot of paper money, because I don't want them to feel cold; smashed, because there is from their blood from their blood in the body.

Her words almost all said silently to listen. It is only one sentence to say that there is a "Master, too milk, I didn't lose your face." I have admitted. "

When you leave them, let's know if you know it later, you may have a year.

But think of a sentence: people's mymeon is downward, so people are also loved down.

See you, do they laugh, they will send themselves. Blood in the body, remaining in the soul, all will take a long way.

Winter is coming soon, I don't know enough soil enough, you have to remember to take care of yourself. So so soo is quiet and the family in the tomb silently chanting.

In the west side of the Ning Old Town, there will always have a harmony, live for people who have filled me. When you come in winter, there will be snow here, and her hometown has no snow, only her thoughts on this.

So before you go, you must do one by one, only farewell to the banquet, cruel and noisy banquet.

19th day, extra empty.

There is no cloud, and the blue is the first time she feels highlights. Empty makes people feel cold. Even if the big sun is screamed outside, but it is still warm and unexpected. When you do so, you have to go out, you have to go out, you have to leave, you have to go out.

Classmates, friends, relatives, family can come, and even grandfather who is uncomfortable is also a cane, and the dangerous sitting and so on. He is an old cadre, wrote a good article. In all the children's grandchildren, I don't know what is to be, the words are obviously observed. He and she believe that there is something to penetrate from the text, then quickly occupy the heart, let people forget to cry, forget the joy, forget hatred, Forget your love. Boy knows, a pen, a white paper is an indispensable filler in life, and this tragedy also resoned in the soul of the little granddaughter. A pen, a white paper, a poor person who is whistler to himself.

Search Declaration is: "I have seen such a word, one child has a balloon, if the balloon suddenly burst when he played, he would cry; if, it went quietly in the corner, The child is fundamentally. So, I want to be a burstless balloon, I don't want to be forgotten by everyone. So I choose a distant place. I like writing, this is to force my grandfather. Now, I hope I want me to do me. Love does something. No matter how much difficult, I will pass. I will remember, no matter where I have come, there is a place here, that is, no matter where I have, there is a group of people, it is family. Thank you for everyone who cares about me. Finally, I must thank my dad, mother, and sister. They are accompanying me to walk the most difficult days. Thank you. "

Sitting in front is a funny classmate, everyone makes the applause, and make a deep bow, the tears in the eyes, low. Dad and mother's tears, around, in the eyelids, but, this is a good thing, the child is always to leave the parents. From non-independence to independence, don't worry from everything just a little bit of small things and the liver is inch. It is time to be a person. When the wind and rain from all directions, the child does not return back, there is always This two pairs are staring at her, bless her, worried about her, looking forward to her ...

The cleanst water in the world is the tears when I leave, because of love, so clarified.

All familiar faces, like a lot of lines that are extracted from the active. Quietly returned together, screw it together, change the ingredients and unclear your clues, and inserted her horizons. Everyone talks, the bowl and the sound touched by the plate, the sound of the wine swallowed, the child cried, everyone talked about the voice of the old things ... All, she is clearly listening. Is it true that I have to leave, asking yourself for a long time, is it. The answer did not choose, she could only put a glass of wine into the belly, and poured into the white ground.

Today, the people who come, special, is a high-ranking, trajectory. They have not yet soon. Just sitting, Korean recommendation and trajectory is still so good, it seems that it seems that there is no negligence from existence.

I don't haven't done too much time greeting them. Just, my heart hurts. However, when picking up a glass of wine, she knows what is distance and destined.

Beans are not asks for you to stay in a table, because of the first middle school classmates and teachers, she is still with a group of girls in high school. Look at the boy who is busy, listening to everyone talking on white, white boy sitting asking a white table, she knows that Xu Xi Shui is laughing on the face. In front of Han, what is her self-esteem? She still played the false drama, even if everyone knows what happened, the low is low, but she still hangs stiff laughs on the face.

Small, you do this, why, I don't understand. I really hope that you should not tell yourself. Everyone is talking to that Korean. I am lazy, I don't even think that you will tell me. I will not ask. What you want is the last dignity, I know. Although you are fiber, you will always feel the beginning in front of him. You would rather go to people with other tables, I see your cup of Irself, I don't have any way. I really want to pull you away. If, this is not a bid, I will pull you away. Like everyone is busy with estimating, we can still flee enough to see the days. We are like this, I am really afraid that everything is waiting for you to leave, you are not there.

Small and McDull, Xiaoyu and Nie Qidu and Hai recommended, trajectory sitting at a table. Xiao Yan can also joking with McDull and McDull. However, the little slight feels some embarrassment. After all, she is a friend before she is recommended. However, because of the reason for the reasons, he also guards him. McDull can only chat with Nie Qiao and Xiaoyu. And the trajectory, Han Gui and the small miniature and the teacher talks about the university. However, the little thoughts are not here. It seems that the spread of the sound from a lively spread to her heart. Love and hate should be slightly negligible when you leave, but you can't do anything.

When do you want to escape, it is the head, Xiao. You don't sit down, you are busy greeting guests. I know, you are not interested in paying, you just don't want to see him. Your grievances, is it not adjustable when they want to go to the Dongxi, or, from the day you left his day, only the remaining hate?

Hai recommended to look up at Xu Xu, no change, he once gently kissed the face, and today, so strange. The thing in the world is really amazing, in the first one minute, but also guarding each other, in a minute, it will become a stranger. More warm in memory, you can't get recovery in cruel reality, and die, you can only wait quietly to wait for fermentation.

Hai recommended to be in the heart: Small, let's go this step, I don't have any mood to see you say goodbye. We have long been over. The end is not clear. But it is also your departure, I see my heart, I know that I am getting more naive, I don't love you, just because the trajectory likes you, like we call, I always try to win. . I am sorry.

When you are going to leave, there is no strength of hate.

And you are hopped between love and hate: 3 years, I am living in the state of my memory. I forgot the person who talked all the jokes in order to tease me. We live in different worlds, live in all people's block, we have a stranger for more than 1,000 days, I have warned myself once: His family has driven me from our world, even if there is no blunt Said, but there is another girl between us, it is the best way. I hate, but I ended, or I chose misseu.

I don't say anything, my escape, my back vow, my love and hate are tangled, misfortune.

I thought I forgot, I thought I escaped, but why do you have to meet today.

I don't dare to say more and Han, I don't want to cry, can't cry, I can't rehab it!

At the beginning, I brought a blood and tears; I have come over for so many years. I have no jokes. I also learned to smile, learn to enjoy life, learn to live well.

I have written down the "night soul":

Night soul

The night soul dragged the long black group pendulum, with a no-purpose wandering. Under the mysterious veil, her icy has a faint blue. Her rim shuttled her hair, let the hair become scattered and elegant. She is always like this, quiet and beautiful.

She is a stubborn dead soul, she arrogant, she is conceited. She despised the ghosts that stranded shoulders in the night, she took the wind to the trees, the drift of the wood, and the two feet whose scared, did not dare to look back. So she was laughing. The laugh is cold and clear, scratching the chest of the night, scratching her lonely soul. So it was dawn, so he kept alternating in day and night.

She likes to go, dragging the breath from hell, in the streets of bluestone, lightly. She knows that no one will understand a cold body of the soul, or a unspeakable mind, and the colors will always be firmly trapped, and she is in the breath, and she has become the soul of the soul. The lethare's lethare, the soul, the soul, becomes ugly, becomes despicable, become empty!

What is the cheek under her veil? No one wants to know - Who cares about the cheek of a soul - even if she is a country with a country, it is just the death of the land! Her bonus can't cross the darkness. She can only explore in the dark, only to wait for the reincarnation of Yan Yan, can only be willing to be willing to fall!

One day, she still travels like this. She saw a walk in front of Xu Xu, leisurely walking. She is angry, maybe I am used to the "cute movement" of the gilerous ghost, and she cannot adapt to her incompetence. She took the wind to the trees, but he didn't care; she danced the skirt, let go of the hair, the flora in the arms of the night, but he smiled softly! She stopped, picking up the veil, taking the messy hair, standing in front of him, he smiled gently, gently her head, gently kiss her cold amount, gently wearing After she left ---- Night woman rotated in the horizon, under the snow, falling on her long eyelashes, falling on his warm fingertips ----- melting her exhausted, Rebirth ---------

Silly, think that Han is a person who is redeemed by her soul, is a person who takes her from the lost. However, when the time proved everything, the person deeply pushed into the bumble hell, but him, the one who used to accompany himself as an angel. Some irony, but only such a fall, talent will grow up slowly.

Lively a day, a bitter. I have a noisy day. I don't know how many sentences have been saying goodbye, I don't know how many sentences have been heard. This is part of it.

Everything should be over, and they have died. Love and hate, no longer have any meaning. At this moment, wait for a liang that is dead, that is, there is no desperation of the next second content. Like those who have fallen lettuce, there is no significance, just a happy dumping, enter the journey of death.

Drink, then go home to sleep.

She doesn't know if this is true and everything is ended. Those things hidden in the heart of the heart, can you die with this, you will not fall out of your head?

The sister of the family, Di Her she returned to her home, two people lying on the bed, watching the ceiling together. This has become fun, because of the great emptiness.

"Sister, what should I do if you have to go?"

"Don't be stupid, I have to go. No way. I miss me to call me."

"Ok."

"If, the people here will bully you, don't mind with them. Not worth it."

"Sister, in fact, come here, I just come to see Dad and you. Other people, I don't care."

Smder slide a row of tears.

This sister is the child of the first wife. But he now lives with the third wife and his son. To the wrong and wrong is the evaluation of adults, but torture and tolerance is her business.

"I understand. You are unhappy, remember to call me."

"Well." Gently sigh, this land cares about her less. In addition to not lack of money, she does not seem to have more.

"Sister, who today, you said who said that a half-day person?"

"Oh, it is a small black mother. He won't come to participate, so let his mother will congratulate me instead of him."

"Oh." Because the sister and small black in a school because of high school, plus the story of her friend, she is very clear about each person and her relationship. This little black is a person who is a person who is brother.

"Yes, huh, he ended in December. Unfortunately, I am not here."

"Oh. You can play with a winter vacation."

"Yeah. However, the winter holiday is coming back, can my friend are friends?" I really turned my head and looked at my sister. It was full of tears in my eyes.

"Hey, are you talking about you and Xiao Yan?"

"Yeah, maybe, it is really difficult."

"But, you can say it for so long, how can you say bad?"

"I am afraid that we lose the topic, and I am afraid that there is no different life circle everything will naturally die. At that time, even if the previous memories, it still can't resist the feeling, it seems ..."

"like what?"

"Nothing. I am sleepy, wake up again." Look for a turn over, facing the door. Wine, groggy, but the pain in my heart, let her join his eyes. I really want to cry, but I always tell myself that the more I have to be strong. Tears can't change anything, can only erode a choice.

[Sorry, Lu Nan did not admit the University of Hong Kong. I am really sorry] A thrilling short-like vibration, let all be happy.

[It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter] I look at the screen of the phone, the touch of blue light, the eye is hurting by the light thorn. However, when Lu Nan is walking, she has no tears, and there is no drop. The original answer is like this. So, if it is nothing to go to Guangzhou.

My sister has already fell asleep. I would like to find a personally talking, but she doesn't want to disturb her dreams. One person, the same lying on the bed. The heart is a big empty spot, and the empty is cold.

Lu Nan, our fate is really exhausted. I know, I love you, just a memories, a feeling. That kind of feeling is recommended in Han, found. And he gradually added new things into my feelings. The new feeling found on Xiaoqi's body and changed by Xiao Qi again and again. I am like a person who is looking at the shadow everywhere. Until the darkness is coming, no light, no shadow, only I miss you alone, your face is blurred, I can't think of it. I always work hard to remember your face, but my memory is really bad, I still have no way to distinguish between you. It's just that you brought to me, let me remember you. And the trajectory, the trajectory has not hurt me, so I can't remember him, how do I fall like this? You will disappear in my life, just those feelings, stay in the ground, I still need to constantly find. The feeling of companionship, the feeling of concern, the feeling of heart ...

I don't know how long this pain has lasts, and she also slept in slowly. No dreams, no joy.

Type your bag. Packed up the previous bookcase and see the previous diary. I have turned it, but I feel so confused.

Childish pen tone, always stopped in the most critical place. So she didn't know what happily or sentimental for what they were.

I thought that something that I would not forget forever, but I have forgotten it. Leave yourself in the pale paper, or cry, or laugh, or stupid. Those reasons why they cry, the reason whistles, the reasons of the lavar disappeared. It seems that I have never lived. Today, but true life in this time and space. In the past, in order to experience the joys and sorrows, the blend of light and shadows fell to themselves. Lifted with the title yourself, in those sheets, she lost. And now look at her out of this diary, it is powerless.

Life is so forgetful in a certain corner. It is like a rope she holds in the corner, and I want to take it out, but it has been corrupt. Her dust is full of vicissitudes.

The dead man who was fanned on the blind spots on the funeral table was still no cold bones ----- Diary took this sentence, this is "no dream". Perhaps it was because it was a true existence that the existence is really excited because it is true, perhaps it is simple. I can only read it today. Is there any no longer? Does she have no dreams? Just blurry knowing that he is very pious when he read this article, but also clearly written it to the teacher. Is it just these? Did those texts that rushing to the soul give yourself a memories? Look, I don't know, I don't dare to recognize it.

Those lost reasons, those who were filled with her remembered and discarded, those happiness, those who were annoyed, never there.

Since the road, no longer know the road. It is necessary to go away, but there are so many dismisions and imaginary.

Six truth is confused, looking at your own diary, it seems to have yourself. She couldn't see where she secretly enjoys her little life, can't see her life, can't see too much.

Therefore, the diary is a sample that can be remembered. However, now I find that there are too many words, and I don't want to say to myself. At those places that suddenly stop, she knows that there must be their own big love and great pain, and have the undulation of their own lives, and have their own causes.

Think, try to recall, but it is useless.

I don't know what I can do. There is no reason to let yourself will free your own blame from your loss. I really want to remember, but I just remember those sporadic, then a piece. Her past, like a lot of gift bags, I took a way, and when I opened it, because of the friction, there was a hole, and the good gift was missing. Only the dust in the bag is still upset.

Limited on the diary of the diary, closes the eyes, quietly closed eyes. Forgot, even dust together.

After finishing, it was full of books that were full of books, but also pure. It seems that there is no messy everything and is nothing to do.

Dad is silent every day, as always, silent. If you know, you have a shake and awkward, you can't find yourself after another, you can't find yourself, you can't find yourself, you can't find yourself. On the big gear, let him rotate, she is dizzy, but still stubborn standing. She will be tired, but everything is sleepy to hide. The number of dead, can also stand up in the wild for decades. Renovate of the wind and rain. Knowing that a day, the big thunder is embracing, everything is dumping, ending. She must go, she used to be a fleeler, walked away from three, and fool as a not worthwhile to give up their future. But now, she doesn't know that this escape is worth it. Waiting for her, she doesn't know anything. In the past, it was a chaotic memory and painful scars; And what? Huge unknown, huge gap.

She didn't think of any reason to avoid, even if the original intention is already blurred. That distant Guangzhou, what does it mean, she dare not think. She just said to himself, I am gone, there I haven't passed there.

Before leaving, let's just ask a few friends. This is a separate, there is no noisy group. It is expected that everyone will go to the park, and then find a small shop in a quiet. These people are: small micro, Xiaoyu, Ling Yao, trajectory.

Ling Yao is a fun in junior high school students. There are very few contacts after two people in high school. But because of the decenes that are bullied by people, Ling Yao helped to make a lot of people, Ling Yao helped out of the times. The boyfriend in Ling Yao is also a trajectory of iron. However, Ling Yao and he were too early. A person is mixed for a long time, boyfriend is exchanged.

Live the four people who are intended to know and junior high school and then forget the junior high school. She wrote a letter for everyone, gratitude, regret, worry, care, she carries the backpack of the letter, there is also a lot of hearts.

Among them, the letter is written to the trajectory, she knows, now there is no significance. The trajectory promised to say goodbye, have forgotten the past pain, when you leave, everyone has only blessings.

Track:

Please forgive my selfishness, because I have been hard, because I have been too happy, because loneliness swallowed my will, I actually treat you as a shadow.

I haven't really understand for the novel written by you. Even if you tell me, you have seen it over and over. I wrote my repentance, and I was twisted to express my embarrassment, but unfortunately, you didn't understand.

I am so missing, laughing with you, crazy day. Perhaps, I am now blank, I finally understand that there is a person who loves myself is hiding, pity, how happiness is.

I will never do anyone who loves me more than you, really.

I tried to use my love to open a new life. I pursue my feelings in my heart. I forgot the first person who sent my rose. This is a boy who has loved 6 years after I stand in me. I am sorry.

Maybe, my present and the original, you seem to, my lover, I also want to be the original, stubborn, selfish ---

I also became a shadow. In my so-called true love, I didn't work, I just got a curse, because I treated you, this loyal love fool. Today, I am also a fool, even more stupid than you, you have to be happy, let you give you the blessings and pray for you.

Soton

Several girls are in the park, and the trajectory has not yet arrived. Ling Yao played a few calls and reminded it. He is coming back, although it is late, it is so liable to be ignorant. I have been waiting for her, now I can finally compensate.

Several people walked for a while, and Xiao Yan got to eat. Everyone will visit the park.

"Dead, love -" is a message. The caller ID is Xuanji.

"Hey, Xuan Yan"

"Beauty, where are you? See if you are alive, I want to invite you to eat. Is there a short time now?" Xuanji said a bunch.

"Oh. Where are you?"

"I am at school. Just and Xiao Qi have finished basketball."

Lake I heard the silence of "Xiao Qi".

"Beauty, do you have time?"

"This way, anyway, I am now going to school. You wait for me at the school gate. Soon."

"Who are you with? If it is inconvenient, it will be changed."

"It doesn't matter, small micro, Xiaoyan, who doesn't know?"

"Oh, that line. I am waiting for you."

See the phone, I am very touched. The first "dead must love" is the singing song when you eat the song in the 15th winter vacation. Because it is very high, I am afraid that I can't sing, I will find Xuan Yan with her. Xuanji is very refreshing. However, when I sang, I would like to find it clearly. At first, there are still some movements, but it is gave a climax, and there is no sound at all. Fortunately, I'm shouting. But let's knowing this, you are accompanying her. If a person stands in front of everyone, you will sing anywise that the whispers are sings. Since then, I like this song.

Always use Xuan Yan as a good friend. He is a lovely guy.

Some of the fierce seats are sitting in his seat, painting characters on his table, but how to see it is like people. Every time, Xuanji shouted "Sent, you gave it to me!" But you are smiling, let him rub it down, let him rub it down; sometimes Xuanxi and her make trouble, you will take his book and The cushion throws it from the window of the five-floor, and Xuanzi stands in front of the window to shout below to see, then panting and running down; sometimes, I have a good mood, just say Luo Xuanzi a few words, he also Just Haha's improper approval ... It seems that Xuan Yan has not had her gas, even if she is so.

Laken you like writing poems, occasionally when you are idle, take a paper, write one or two sentences, for the Xuanji, he will always write back to her; Look back to her; I have cried once in front of my classmates, because of the exam. I have always been lucky to the language, and the composition is given a low division. I'm very angry, pitch the roll into a group, and then cried on the table. Xuanxuan was shocked, and he borrowed a paper towel, but there were no people around, and hurriedly ran downstairs to buy paper towels and soda, and wanted her happy. Although I have come back, I have died tears with the paper towel that others given, but I still laughed; I still laughed; I like the painting comics, but only occasionally, two people will cooperate. The two rows of seats, the pain of Dynasty is like a big cake. You are a sputum, you are a sputum, Xiang Xu, the same table, and a pot of quail eggs, Xiao Qi is a geometric pattern of patchwork, Xiaoguang It is like the gold signboard in the Junchiyuan, and Xuanji is sprayed toward the wall. Several people drawn on simple paper, asks everyone to write their names on each other. Then, you will leave this paper for a quiet folding. Even if all the paper in high school sells waste, this paper cannot be lost.

Find a store, inform Xuanji to meet the store. Xuanji entered the door, saw the trajectory, and the face was like a question mark. Xuanji has some embarrassment. After all, everyone is her junior high school classmate, only she is her high school classmates. However, he can't take care of it. I don't see it today. Maybe she can't see it before. It's okay, doubt is good, it's not to say it.