My sun, moon, and galaxy, you are watching the gate

Some things are only suitable for deposition in the heart, and if they are stored for a long time, they may become tumors. Indescribable, I don't know where to start, and I don't know how to say it. It's impossible to talk about it, because it's not ugly or unspeakable privacy. Saying it is a cup of dull boiled water, and it may still be an infuriating sparkling water. Nor can you think that even the specific events are vague, that is, it is uncomfortable everywhere. And can not vent, do not know how to prevent the stasis in the throat, swallow can not swallow, blocked in the throat and a little spicy throat. I don't know who to pour out. It also makes people feel uneasy, and the general thing is the soul that has nowhere to be placed. They cannot become language, nor can they become sharp weapons to shoot at others, and it is not they who become languages. They are connected by a combination of loneliness, hope and disappointment. The heart without expectation may be the grave, thinking that it has insight into the world, and sees many things thoroughly, but in fact, it is pessimistic and negative. Sensitive and fragile. Even the guilt of wasting food, the sense of vulnerability and frustration sneak up on me from time to time, and I may be sick physically and mentally [awkward laughter] [cover my face]

People can't be too idle, idle egg pain breeds a lot of unrealistic resentment, look at everything is not pleasing to the eye, in fact, their own heart is not open-minded enough. There is a mature age, but there is the mind of kindergarten children, children who will cry have sugar to eat, the result is that they are tired of crying, or there is no sugar [wipe sweat] [cover your face], and when you are sick, you occasionally make a fuss

I'm flirtatious because I don't have a soul mate who knows cold and hot. A few days ago, his father's birthday, I wrote him a poem full of love, as a gift to him, a sentence, the poetry collection written can be eaten as a meal, not even to look at it. This is embarrassing for me. I also regret my own tumultuous operation. He is a businessman, but also a rough man, never look at what I write, he floats in his rivers and lakes, I drag the text in my chai rice oil and salt, do not interfere with each other, but occasionally want to create some romance, collide with a boring and boring life, the life of the backwater is not afraid of the boiling water is not afraid of the dead pig hot people, I also serve. I was so angry that I couldn't even eat, a good birthday party, so that a messy thing could not be eaten as a meal, this sentence choked to death. I was really sick. I swear that in my writing, there will be no place for him again, and at most two words of pronouns, husband, or child his father. The so-called soul mate, which cannot be had in this life, can only give full of tenderness in the text. Find comfort in the text. The years you want are picked up for you, a door is closed for you, and it will give you a window with sunlight and flowers. The luxury of giving you chai, rice, oil and salt, but it can't give you the tenderness you want. Give you a safe haven, but can't give you a hug. Watching you cry, but silently turning away. Let you act alone and turn a deaf ear. You are powerless to extricate yourself and find that there is not a single audience around. Or put away the tears and embarrassment, what to do.

After he finished his interpretation, he continued to use his hands soaked in chai rice oil and salt, as well as the flour inside the nail seams, and continued to write about the wind, flowers, snow and moon, poetic. Live a quiet life, dreaming of poetry and far away. People can't be idle, they will think too much when they are idle, and when they are idle, they will flood with feelings, the so-called flirtatious farts, emptiness and loneliness, all because of laziness and depravity. People often say that it is enough to have a confidant in life. The pillow man is not a confidant, only another. Interestingly, people who understand you are often not confidants, let alone pillow people. Time, make the confidant into the other, you turn over several times in the middle of the night, the left hand touched the temperature of the right hand he also knows. And in the world related to you, they are dead with you, do not know how to back down, and are invincible as a shield. It makes you powerless to even refute it.

I can be pretentious in my text, be pretentious in front of the children, wipe my own tears when crying, beat chicken blood when I work overtime, and boil chicken soup when I am down. You know that over the hill, no one is waiting for you. When you finish your marathon, there is no one waiting for you at the end. Still flirting with a fart. The bag you want to buy or he wants to buy, not your tenderness and sweetness, at least a picture of food, clothing, shelter and abundance. It's just that after my spring wind ten miles without you, my sun, moon and galaxy, you are just a watcher of the gate.