"White pigeons don't kiss crows", is black and white right or wrong? Why did you use the pause button to make the story unable to continue, why did you drive away the white pigeon that accompanied her, didn't it stay and care; why did you meet the seagull, you began to look forward to the sea, the small eaves did not have your half-habitat, small, narrow, narrow emotion, but not small, not small, not small sad, slightly cool.
The warmth does not need to be too big, the house does not need to be too big, and the world is very large, the starry sky is also very large, but all that can be felt is the company of the corner, the wandering is far away, the insight is vast, the own is still so small, the smile stops at the smile, and the simple cure is simple, not so big, not so brilliant, the long sleep of the lotus under the moon, the small flower in the breeze, it is enough.
Why, they are always far away from home, why, they always stay in the space that has nothing to do with themselves, and more why, they always banish themselves in strange places to see the bright lights but forget the home they once were, some people say that not everyone is lucky not to be able to run away from home, but all she needs is her own yard, and the white dove will fly farther back to the eaves where it belongs, and gradually forget the warmth of them, maybe some helpless, maybe you don't understand him, but whatever it is, leave farther away, And don't forget the cabin and that shadow that accompanied it for years.
Evening came, the white pigeon returned to the eaves, and in front of some sunset hut, she turned on the light and sat in the courtyard waiting for him...
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