So slow, so small, so beautiful

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Finally, I went to counseling, after I felt I was back to normal. I said, I've figured it out, except for some anxiety. Say it, then talk about your anxiety. Ba Ba said a pass, was a sentence to ask the speechless. You set yourself a script with a strict timeline, and as long as your reality is not the same as the script, you are anxious to not live normally. So what happens after you dead line? I do not know.

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So?

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I began to read, I think of the day I looked forward to work, there is enough money to buy deliberate come.

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Again opened thinking in Java, I like to see the yellow C + + primer, as if a few hours later, I will be wrapped in the autumn wind to the canteen to eat dinner.

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I began to try to read poetry, the first thing I thought was the day of North.

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Lock your secret with a drawer/in your favorite book leave a criticism/letter into the mailbox/silently stand for a while/in the wind in the eyes of the pedestrian/no scruples/attention to the Neon flashing window/telephone room into a coin/ask the old man under the bridge to go fishing to a cigarette/the river on the ship sounded the empty whistle In front of the dark mirror at the entrance of the theater/staring through the smoke/when the curtains are insulated from the noise of the stars and the faded pictures and handwriting under the light

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I'm glad I was normal, I might know how to live a normal life. ?

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I began to learn meditation, a lot of dusty memories have been opened. I thought of living in the old street when I was a child.

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The world was so big that it was more distant than now from one city to another, across that crossroads.

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At that time clump really big, lived for so many years, every day is different.

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At that time, life was fast, in the blink of an action, just bought the clothes will be small.

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I'm glad that I went back there before being demolished.

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I found that the street was less than 500 meters in total. ? originally planned to spend the afternoon in the yard again, but 10 minutes before and after I went through every corner.

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?? Met an old neighbor who has not seen for many years, I pretended to find someone, asked him, do you know where XXX's home? He hardly ever thought of pointing at the place where we once lived, saying that they had moved away more than 10 years ago, and they were living there.

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I have two small hair, from kindergarten began to play together. At first, almost every day mixed together, later, every weekend together, then later to college, work, every year, the Spring Festival will be together to eat a meal, push a cup for a lamp, like never left, and then involuntarily drank to the drunk, a little sober that the other two sent home. ?

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? have been like a girl for nearly 8 years, from the original simple friends, frequent contradictions, to the beginning of the pursuit of several times rejected. There have been countless times of loss, but never despair. Knowing that she would not disappear from my life. Until one day, the telephone silence to say nothing.

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The sadness of parting, most of the time you know you may never see him again, or next time goodbye, he is not at this time. Everyone around the person divided into two kinds, a kind of was, a kind of zhichitianya. Was, don't be polite when you meet, not sentimental when parting. Because, you know, he is him, he will not leave, he is there.

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From small to large, we are never short of playing lifted friends around. Elementary school, middle School, university, work, age is getting bigger, the conflict between friends is more and more less frequently. Initially there are contradictions in the time will be noisy very fierce even will play a, slowly, we no longer fight, and even no longer quarrel. It can be said that because of childhood mental immaturity, do not understand tolerance. But more because, when life is slow enough, we have enough time to make a contradiction, and more time to resolve. And now, we are tolerant, and give in. One day, broke out, the end of the world. Where have all the time gone, time has become less?

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Once envied the life of the Chrysanthemum East fence, the reality tells me, this is not impossible, so I believe. But diligence becomes anxiety, and effort destroys interest. Sometimes really envy the ancients, can use a lifetime to do something, with a lifetime to wait for a person. Exquisite dice Ann Red Acacia who can say it is not romantic? Stones, Tiching, the most inefficient way, there is no lack of shock.

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Let yourself be a little slower.

So slow, so small, so beautiful