Omsi-Freunde
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06.09.2019 04:32
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Bai Yiqing is in the South. It is the dust under the lamp, or the light of the earth. I am looking for dreams in the world. I am looking at the world in my dreams. The house is dusty, warm and sunny through the window, as if the golden waves are surging, slightly smashing. It is the benefit of the spring of the year. The spring outside the window is noisy, and the green shirt in the house is wet. Jun heart is like my heart, when I am with the child, when she first came to the "lights and dust", her eyebrows squinted, her eyes swayed, dressed in a lake blue, long hair casually placed on her shoulders, but calm and calm, But can't hide the white-collar temperament that she has worked in the workplace for a few years. Is this the 'dream habitat - the light is dusting'? "Three or forty-year-old people, when they say this, they are excited and excited. Oh, it��s exactly the same as when I first came at the beginning of the year. The light is the dust, the light under the lamp, the light in the city." The lamp is a dream, the dream is a lamp; the dust is the world, the world is the dust. Countless people who have struggled to find a balance in dreams and reality come here, just to regain the dream of abandoning for many years. Some people have splashed ink, Some people are addicted to pastels Newport Cigarettes Coupons, some people are concentrating on literature, some people are indulging in singing, and people with different dreams in all directions gather with the same bitterness and pain. And she, I watched the landlord and mother took her to the room next door to me. I am a writer and live here. I love sitting on the ring-roof in front of the door and watching the ridiculous affair in the lobby. People come and go. Classical architecture, exquisite carving, mysterious ancient city The breath of the distant, infiltrating the musculoskeletal. Occasionally staring at the woodcarving on the guardrail, it seems to fall into a dream, falling into the dust, looking for a little direction of the light, but then hit the head and blood, later, I found that she Love to take photos, people , the scenery, all kinds of, always holding a seemingly less expensive SLR, sunrise and return, sunset. In the morning, I will watch her gently and go to the door, she is willing to say hello to me, still calm After knowing it well, she will tell me where I went today, what photos I took, and what strange things I saw. When she met her former boss, the boss looked at her with a SLR. She said that when she said this, she was a joke. She said that I was planned to live a good life Newport 100S, go to school, graduate, marry, have children. But my true favorite photography can only be in my dreams. I have touched it. But at first, I never thought about breaking away from such a heavy shackle. The ABCD given in front of me did not have the future of my dream, but in the end Carton Of Cigarettes, I had to choose one of her: I am busy with work every day, early every morning. Late return, tired every day when I climbed home like a dog, but comforted myself, life has nothing to do with the wind and snow, nothing to do. There is no time to stop, no time to think, no time to photograph, no time to chase dreams. She said: Oh, can Different now Now I am free, I am in the habitat of dreams, I am under the lights! She laughs, jumps, unscrupulous, and violently publicized. The clear laughter echoes in the building, the dark long hair flies in the air. That piece of lake blue is like a corner of the sky above the head, drooping, almost at your fingertips. But I clearly saw the tears in her eyes. She gave up her career, gave up her family, and took the nickname and the invisible stealth. How can she be. She is not the red face in front of my eyes, she is just a poor person who was unfortunately hit by a dream. Because I know her. Because I am another one, she is paying for her. I took the photo that I just washed out and rushed to the "lights and dust". The photo was taken recently by her. The center of the picture is the house where she lives. The night is cool like water, under the dim light, the dust is dancing, it seems like a dream. I secretly took the negative film to wash, I wanted to give her a surprise and scorn the door, but I didn't see the Iraqi. I had to take out the spare key that she gave me, and passed the threshold lightly, she fell asleep, still calm. The jade arm is cold, dressed in a lake blue, like a pillow Flying in the blue sky. She slept. Quiet as water. And not waking up. I also saw that she had a heart-saving pill that she had in the future. I took the photo back to my room, and when I was looking at the wall, I dreamed of the Iraqis, whispering: To continue doing it, you are not dumb, your words will speak. The calm smile suddenly made me understand the meaning of this calm. Calm is because of a decision. I decided to go after the ah, now, I am carrying the dream of two people, walking on the road. |
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