In fact, I have been registering headlines for several years, but I have not come to seriously post articles, nor have I looked at them much. The real article is from the middle of February today, less than three months, seven years of writing, just to introduce the topic. Friends come and see what my sensational skills are??? Laugh when you want, don't cover your mouth. [Shy] [Shy] [Shy] [Teeth] [Teeth] [Rose] [Rose]
——Zhu Aihua
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Seven years, what does it mean? Have you thought of the words "seven years" as much as I did? Some people say that after seven years of marriage, emotional "exhaustion" or boredom puts the marriage into a "bottleneck", and if you can't choose an effective way to pass this "bottleneck", the marriage will end. So, what about you, me, him and today's headlines for seven years of relationship?
I can't tell how I feel, my feelings for seven years.
Sometimes wandering around here, like walking on the path of time, those words, those pictures, those videos, and the replies behind them, will become classic memories of a certain moment. Those careless frolicks and replies are now invaluable. Lots of details, like amber.
Sometimes I really want to learn Zhou Botong's hands to fight each other, when there is no one, I tease myself, and I use the pen as a sword to wave here from time to time, so as not to tie my mind in time, and my smile rusts in time.
In fact, there is no need to use the five elements of yin and yang, Qi men gossip, nor do you have to use the peach blossom array, just click the mouse to swing open the text array, you step into the formation, the same will be chaotic square inches, even if I mess up the moves, you still can't escape my encirclement.
How heavy is life? When you are not happy, you can't hold a name. Maybe you haven't wanted to grab the headlines, but your beauty, your softness, your purity, your goodness, no one can shake it here.
If one day one day self-defunct the martial arts of writing, those past, those charming footprints may still have countless spring hearts floating for it...
If you abolish the martial arts of writing, go to Peach Blossom Island or Longevity Island to find a vacant lot, play the piano, water flowers, plant vegetables, and listen to time to tell the truth.
Today, many people may be disappointed in the headlines, and many people have gone away, because the headlines cannot share everyone's hearts and requirements.
But when you are bored, are you used to opening today's headlines, and when you see new posts, you will also open them. Sometimes I want to talk too.
Early in the morning or in the evening, or late at night, when you think of everyone you have met and rubbed shoulders here, those beautiful pictures, beautiful texts, beautiful experiences, are still hidden in the heart, and nothing can be extinguished.
There are still many people who say that the ink array here is tight, the array is unfathomable, and there is no pause in the middle, so they continue to cultivate, as long as someone moves the pen, even if a line is drawn, the line is drawn in a circle, and the sun will fall on the paper in an instant.
The sea laughed and gushed tides on both sides of the strait.
When the sea is romantic in summer, stepping on the shell to watch the sunset, or lying on the beach and watching the night sky, it is still beautiful
Maybe you pretend to come in and read it, pretend to understand it, pretend to have written a few thousand words in your mind after reading it, and then, after the post, you don't say anything, and you go again
I can also pretend you've been here, pretend you've said a lot to me, and then I can pretend to move those words to the pillow, pretend to discuss them with you night and night.
Recently, there have been fewer languages and fewer words, pretending to be enlightened, and going to mix up the days-
A bastard who covers everything —
The flower that refused to be red, after falling in love with the frost, turned red——
If you swing your eyes, draw her with a pen, a stroke
In the emptiness, I also want to realize, and I want to get drunk
Please stop standing on the shore of words
Holding up a slightly cool drop of ink, far and lightly ——
call
How many headline brothers and sisters have been recalled, how many inks have been awakened, the emotions flowing under that ink, whose smiling faces, whose shadows.
The spring breeze is mighty, ten miles of red makeup, not as good as a word in your poem, a grass in the picture, a praise in the reply, a smiley face. Those quiet things, those cloud-woven paths
Those bees that lead the way, those butterflies that follow, all have their favorite directions in the echo of your and my postings. Someone marries under a peach tree. Someone holding hands under the almond tree, someone playing the piano under the pear blossoms, someone swinging willows on the riverbank, I suddenly wanted to hold up the headline flag, jumped up, and by the magic of the wind, shouted: My headline brothers and sisters, meet for seven years, thank you!
Brothers and sisters of the headlines, meet up! Let's talk about the story of these seven years, whether I threw away love and hate like me, fell sad, carried loneliness, loneliness, joy, and traveled, whether I carried an empty skin bag like me, and once walked on many empty roads. When lonely, listen to the birds, nag with the leaves, look at the grass, or sit on the moonstone, look up at the stars, go to the big sea, and watch the waves lapping on the shore
Tired, lying on the embankment, falling asleep with the fragrance of flowers. But in my dreams, I still can't forget you, I can't forget him, I can't forget the little footprints we left here.
How can you forget the emotions of seven years, the intersection of seven years is floating in your mind, how many seven years of life can make you and I look back together!
Seven years, thanks for having you!
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