Are you still alone?
Why is the world so big that it's always you who are single?
Why are the people around you out of order, and you are still alone?
Then let Xiao Meow share a "blind date strategy" with you
Take you in search of the one who belongs to you!
The test begins
Do you think this is the end of it? There are two other situations, Xiao Yi takes you to see ~ ~
To you and her
The sun rises and the moon sets, and the world under the snow is silent. You carved names and stories into my heart, and the hustle and bustle of being swept into the endless abyss of the floating world was like the sound of a huge but fading wave in my ears; can you hear it? I and this side of the world are so deeply in love with you.
One day I passed away, and the people who hated me, dancing, the people who loved me, tears like rain, and the next day, my body, with its head facing west, buried deep underground. People who hate me, see my grave with a smile on their faces. The people who love me don't dare to look back and look at it. A year later, my body was decomposing. My graves, wind and rain blowing. People who hate me occasionally mention me after tea and dinner, with a look of irritation on their faces. Who do you love me, in the dead of night, silent tears cry to whom? After 10 years, I have no corpses, and people who hate me. I only vaguely remember my name, and I have forgotten my face. O people who love me so much, when they think of me, there is a brief silence. Life blurs everything out. Decades later, my graves, blown away by the wind and rain, were left with nothing but desolation. Those who hated me forgot me, and those who loved me so much followed me into the grave. For this world, I became completely nothing, and I did it all my life. Can't take away a single grass and a tree. One day, I have come to this step, and in the hereafter, I will suddenly look back, and my life will be like a waste, I want to cry, but I can't make a sound. Live with your heart, don't take the eyes of others as a yardstick. Love and hate Love and hatred are actually the love of oneself, three thousand years of prosperity, a moment, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand.