Monker and fragment

Think of monker, the man hurt by love. Living in the endless loss of reliance, watching them peel off at, is irrelevant to the weak body. I have never been able to bear the pains of my eyes and stare at my own lives. Unfortunately, I can't stand it. I can't even figure it out if it's 1.1 million lines. I think life is a kind of unspeakable difficulty in his eyes. I want to tear off the shackles of silence, but I find that the instinct of fear makes him miserable, finally, the soul was torn apart. Why does art rely on spiritual splitting? On this dirty land, everyone is proving that they are ill. Just define a class for yourself. Seeing these people physically have the impulse to surge in food, there is no need to be a evangelist, so that people feel crazy, some self-Entertaining madmen. Monker's painting is always just a glance, not a manifestation, but the graffiti of the injured man in his room. Therefore, it is always sad. Every time I read Monke, I always unconsciously want to shed tears. In the end, does the man actually completely eliminate the conflict and entanglement pains in his heart? In my impression, I always feel that he died silently on the road and sighed, while quietly comes down to the soul that has been separated for a long time.

"I walked with two friends, and the sunset sank, and the sky turned red like blood. Suddenly, I stopped my step with extreme fatigue, the dark straits and roads show the light tongue of blood and fire. as my friend walked, I stopped there and trembling with anxiety. I felt a strong cry"

I think of two more people. One is my grandfather and the other is my grandmother.
When I went home during the winter vacation, I sat down on my bed. Mom said to my grandfather loudly, "your grandson is coming to see you !" The old man retired for a while and nodded slowly. For a moment, my heart was not a taste of our family's family. I was in the middle, and my grandfather was behind me. I leaned on his knees and smiled naturally, I thought of this word. At that time, I was a child and very pretty girl. And now ...... My grandfather, who was once tall and straight in bed, no longer remembers me. I had to hold my grandfather's shoulder for a long time. My mother had taken care of my grandfather for a while and hid in the bathroom. When I got home to take a taxi, I remember how I couldn't get a taxi that day. The snow began to float again on a sunny day. I stood alone in the wind and looked pale and powerless, almost collapsed, the scarf is no longer as neatly arranged as my mother gave me when I went out. The Tassel is stacked in disorder, and the eyelashes are peeled off and stuck under my eyelids. Later, I finally got into the car and fell asleep by leaning against the window. In this world, I don't feel so confident that I love you any more. I will inevitably erase you from my memories one day, even if he is not so willing. In winter, the wind is so cold that I will hibernate immediately without my love ......
Before I went to school, I actually wrote a lot of words. In fact, my grandmother taught me the most. She has never been a primary school teacher, but I have never linked her to the teacher. She is a very grumpy person, though, I know, she is more angry than others. She is very kind. The poor always get something from her. She is born with mercy and loves all beings. I watched her grow up and saw her pain with her own eyes. I know she is very kind. The only time she got angry, she went away. My father regrets it. I did not pretend to have done anything. This place does not seem to belong to me. My parent family is grumpy, but I was very restrained from childhood. She always said that I would be a good person when I grow up, in fact, she does not know that her grandson often beats people out and never tells anyone who is angry outside. She looked at me with a faint smile without sweetness. She thinks that I am the hope of this family, even though this child does not think so. If a person has a reincarnation, I believe she will surely enjoy endless happiness. Of course, she will remember to give it to me.
"Grandma, when I grow up, I will buy you a lot of delicious food ......"
"Giggling ......"

In fact, I hate the taste of tobacco. Later I got used to it.

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It turns out that people are living with tags. I just wanted to reveal a few images, and I caught the ghost. No matter whether it is deliberate or casual, people will be made material, and will follow the material aging and decline. Then, the framework supporting the spirit deteriorated, and it is difficult to keep the spirit fresh. In fact, after all, love this thing is nothing more than a thing in the world that has been out of the crowd. It is mixed between people with lofty lineage, consuming people's boring time too much. And many people have weak judgment.

It's dawn. It's time to take a rest.