Author: Wang Na
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Life, it makes me more and more speechless. The great abundance of material makes people more afraid. The good side is evil, the good side is bad, the true side is false, and the other side of good products is poisonous......
All kinds of people, living in groups in the buildings, you sing and I appear, full of ugliness, are doing messy things.
Hiding and not being able to hide, escaping and not leaving, where is a pure land to live in peace?
The sound of the piano and singing upstairs was deafening, and the sound of decoration next door smashing the wall resounded all over the world. The children in the front building cry and the adults roar without rules, and the sound of the chime chanting Buddha in the back building does not stop day and night.
Horn tick, hum ......
One motor vehicle after another was pouring downstairs......
I really want to be quiet, look at the moon, talk to the stars, and dream of a myth, which makes life interesting.
Forget it, whose sauce bones are fragrant, as well as stewed fish, and fried eggs and leeks, which are mouth-watering......
Full before eating, tears before tears.
What I can't go back to is not only my childhood, but also the quiet, dreamy, fresh, and independent at that time.
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