7.12 The light of darkness in the present consciousness, the brightness and darkness are no longer opposed, and the texture of life has finally not been torn apart by fragility

One day ten years ago, the convention crawled in darkness

Writing these down in front of two pictures is like a propositional essay

Loneliness is a tough one

Lifting the pen is the joy of seeing the sun in the clouds

These are not called reading just to take the past to warm people

Can no longer write "If you don't hunt on the border in the past, the pain won't be addictive"

<h1>In today's consciousness, the brightness and darkness are no longer opposed, and the texture of life has finally not been torn apart by fragility</h1>

7.12 In the windy weather, the song list is full of memories, Zhou Yunpeng, Lei Guangxia, Zuo Xiaozu, Li Zhi, Hu Defu, I read them word for word, this quiet scene makes me extremely decadent, and who will wait for me in the depths of the falling red, the pulse is opposite. 】

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One day, I'm going to turn my back on the camera like this, and when dawn comes to shore, the darkness will be pierced one by one.

In my heart, I read the vague sequence, and I said goodbye to you in this way, and from then on I covered my ears with long hair and stopped collecting extra sounds.

The nearby sea is piled with layers of white foam, pouring out of the face reverently.

Only then did I realize that my heart was like a piece of paper, and the dampness was gradually coming.

There is nowhere to live.

So I turned my face to tears.

The blue that faded when it was washed was old, and the sound of the memories peeled off layer by layer.

Drift away with the waves and be engulfed by swimming fish.

That's it, let's disappear from here.

Just start here, start holding your mouth with both hands, take off the invisibility, I am allowed to be remembered by you, and then line up to forget.

The seasons have finally grown, and by the time it's sunny, I'm used to rolling up my sleeves and shining cleanly.

I don't want to lie to me about how much warmth is needed at this moment.

The railings that lie down have developed red rust. I also went to dye my red hair.

When I think of you, the dependent eyes will always be desperately chasing the light, and no one can understand.

The taciturn words that followed the enduring silence went unproven.

This is the color you brought me.