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There's a confession called: Something big is going to happen

author:Xu Nemo's love diary

"You and I are like two little children, surrounding a mysterious jar of jam, tasting it little by little, watching how much sweetness there is in it." ——Wang Xiaobo, "Loving You Is Like Loving Life"

I overheard an old song - Wang Lanyin's "Mischief". There was a comment inside that suddenly warmed me,

A girl said: I saw a strangely shaped tree on the road that day, and my first reaction was to take a picture and show it to you... That's when I knew something was going to happen...

There's a confession called: Something big is going to happen

It was as if I suddenly felt the surprised emotion of the boy on the other side. This confession is too youthful.

I didn't encounter any strange trees, but there was a heavy snow in Beijing that year, very heavy snow. The moment the curtains were drawn, it seemed as if the whole world had turned white, and the snow was falling like cotton. Gu could not wear shoes, rushed to the bed, opened the bed, picked up the mobile phone, and quickly wrote: It is snowing!!! Clicked send, only to look back at the snow and let out a sigh of admiration, wow! It's beautiful.

A little confused to realize that this moment is mixed with joy and impulse, can't wait to share with you, send out without thinking about the three words, and the exclamation mark that represents my mood at the moment, thinking: It's over!

The snow outside the window slowed down, the whole world seemed to be wearing a wedding dress, and everything was full of the smell of love.

There's a confession called: Something big is going to happen

Like a person, never need to be rational, honestly I never thought I would be so out of shape, just the first time I will want to tell you to know.

Love is a great thing, in the face of love, everyone has a child in their hearts, will do unexpected things, and irrepressible hidden feelings. You can't control it.

There's a confession called: Something big is going to happen

There are too many strange trees in this world, or particularly heavy snow, or ordinary roadside stones, and the important thing is not what you have encountered, but everything you see wants to share with each other, with joy, impulse, sharing, throbbing, nervousness, and like.

There is no longer a definition of anything beautiful in the world, because everything becomes the most beautiful thing.

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