San Mao Author: Anne Baby

This is a book that my friend lent me. I remember that when I saw it at the bookstore, I just flipped through some of its photos.
I feel like it is a hype text. Catering to the common taste of privacy. It seems that the price is nearly 20 yuan.
I borrowed it, so I read it carefully.
The language is rough and the content is repeated without comments.
I always think it is too much.
To reveal the truth, at least the disclosing voice should be kept away.
It should be peaceful. You cannot have too many personal thoughts or comments.
It's like a good history book. You just record it, and should not be arrogant.
What's more, it's just a writing woman. What's important about her truth.
I don't like the feeling of resentment.
Just calm down.

It is ridiculous to fall in love with a person just because of a book.
Similar fans of San Mao, Qiong Yao, and fans have no difference. Most middle school students.
For most mature readers, they read their favorite text, and the author of this text is not important.
It doesn't matter if he is a machine. If he writes a good book.
The first article published by San Mao was in the Reader's Digest and was not renamed as a reader at that time.
Yan Bing. She talked about the friendship between her primary school and the school.
The structure and statements of the article are simple, fresh, and deeply emotional.
She was very impressed with her startup. How to make things more magical and embellish the nest in the desert.
With a romantic and smart mood for a girl.
Then I gradually wrote a lot of data, which is also abuse. It feels terrible.
Movie is a favorite. The masses of the media have to associate it with the traitor and do not understand the author's intention.
Maybe San Mao just wants to write a story with no hope of affection. Her inner fantasies are somewhat lonely.
I spent 30 thousand games with my wife and did not complain about injury. Such sentences can be separated from the discussion and criticism in reality.
Show it to people who like it. For those who can understand it.
In this way, you can.

A romantic and intelligent woman writes her narcissistic words and shows everything to people who like it.
Then, after her death, she had to figure out the real name of the man she loved, her education background, and her marriage.
This is a type of disrespect for the dead.
Everyone has their own way of life.
There is no absolute non-standard in the world. Morality or human nature.
Who can blame or comment on a person with confidence.
I suddenly remembered that the author was a man. Maybe men and women have different ideas.
They cannot understand the fantasies and narcissism of a woman.
How can life be so pale and powerless? How can we make beautiful texts and entertain others?
The author should know that he has posted his nude photos on the book, and his real body is also objectionable.
If he understands this, he may not choose this picture.
Similarly, they will not ask the truth about a woman's life.

Let's take a look at the three hairs. Wearing a big floral dress, standing in the sand of the desert, black hair flying.
She is the kind of spiritual woman I like. Freedom, wandering, and unshirkable.
Such a woman is destined to be narcissistic. Because no one shares and understands her life.
Only she knows best about the passion and beauty in her soul.
So such a woman is destined to be lonely.
Suicide is the only destination. Sometimes there is no comfort in this world. Only secular suffocation.
Hemingway, Van Gogh, or thostee.
There is a lot of difference between people.

Then I saw the story of a man in Shanghai in the newspaper.
I traveled to Tibet alone and opened a bar and shop in the city to make a living.
He said that he has traveled almost all over China, and now he wants to go to South Africa most.
At the end of the newspaper, he is a person who does not want to be restrained by city life and does not want to face the same life all day.
The bar gave him new friends and topics, while traveling two or three times a year is a rebellion.
Many people in the city want to do what they want and live their favorite lives, but the reality always gives in.
Because many people cannot do anything.

If we are able to give up our lives or have no fear of death, we are not truly free.
This is the limit.
In many cases, the reason why we are overwhelmed by ordinary life is very simple, for example, fear of having no job or poverty.
While many people around us, like camp labor, live a mediocre life, there are also many people, give up a lot, sea Wide Sky,
Wandering around until you give up your life.

Sanmao is cute.
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Anne said that sanmao has long considered it the most pertinent comment. Her mood is smooth and natural. Many analyses seem dull, but she can't argue if she wants. Anne's skill in writing has indeed arrived. A simple plot, coupled with the power of words, seems to have also sent out a kind of incomparable temperament, this is the spirit of the writer. I have also seen this kind of spirit in some people around me, such as little goblin.

To say surrender and freedom, San Mao gave a dream to the person who had read her words, a dream of his own world. Freedom and loneliness are often separated by a wall. However, free people also have their own kingdoms. Therefore, the secular and noisy noises cannot become their loneliness. Freedom, in other words, cannot be touched by some people all their lives, because they do not know how to give up. Sheili is not a crystal stone from the cold food, the so-called hiding in the city, the true meaning of the TAO in practice in the noisy, sheili is a devout and free heart, no cloud on the ridge, the moon falls into the wave of heart, the jade finger light bullet, let you fly flowers fall into the water, the rain song station, my own lotus blossom in my heart, the fire in the world can burn only this kind of flesh, Qingling cold wind huts garden, I don't care what you care about. What you see is invisible. What you see is just smoke. Silience is the indomitable spirit. It's far away ......

Sometimes the way to escape from reality is to remember the past, so I want to sing now...

Let's spin the two paddles.