Stream Spring

Inscription: everyone has a love story that makes him heartbroken. However, the long and sad memories often belong to those infatuated men. I don’t want to talk about my story. I just want to taste that kind of sadness and beauty carefully with a kind of man’s unique taste. That was many years ago. Every time I think about it, I will be oily but remember that I owe God a drunk, the so-called drunk as mud. Every time I tell myself: this account must be paid off. Spring always comes by myself, when I expect it, when I am afraid, and when I don’t know it, it will also be like this. I got up this morning and opened the window. Unexpectedly, a bird stopped on the branch was scared to fly. Unexpectedly, the thin willow branch was full of new green, and I leaned forward to open my window. I rarely open windows, because outside my window is a brook with willows on the bank, although it is because of this brook that I chose this old house. It’s time to sit down at Brookside, I think. The stream is very long, looking along the willows on the bank, like a green tunnel, winding and winding, with no end. This tunnel is not always green, but when it is green, our laughter and laughter are floating in the sky; Sometimes it is dry, dry to the head, dry to the dead; Sometimes light some white snow, that white, is blank, is the soul. The stream is very clear. The clear stream flows far away and far away. It flows for many years and for many years. However, in any case, the stream is beautiful, and the more beautiful is the spring color of the stream. Because there were two people together in the spring of the stream, there was a person’s lovesickness beauty in the spring of the stream now, and there were many people listening to the romantic and sad beauty in the spring of the stream. Until today, I haven’t been drunk. I just smoked a lot of cigarettes. I don’t know which day I will be drunk. Being drunk is the end. The stream in the spring stream is very clear. The stream flows far away and far away. It flows for many years, and it will flow for many years.

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