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Although the past is unbearable, the future can be expected.Crush translates as "crushing, crushing and crushing". As a noun, it also means that it is a short-lived but shy love. It means: I once liked him for a short time, but I lost one point and one point, but the addition was dozens of dozens, but it turned into a negative number in the end. "Xia Teng, you remember clearly, I am your savior." "Kidnapping base researchers privately, seriously violating the Joint Biosafety Regulations, Pacific Biology, A very long time ago, a man told me a theory called "passer-by". Everyone is a passer-by in your life. The beginning means the end. The moment he knows you means that one day he will go. If he can see through the false vows, he may not be countered by memories. If he can learn the skills of taking part in accidental amusement, he may not hurt his soul. He still entangles with a wry smile and falls into your world, but fails to leave a deep impression. I am self-conscious. This relationship, from beginning to end, was supported by me alone. In the end, it was found to be futile. How many times did we carry the wind and waves? How many times can we stand honesty? Until the end, we can no longer perceive each other's situation and mood. Scarlet curtain, quietly falling, heart-warming, so far ... "When I have time to meet you, I will return love at first sight, and meet you again in the future. I also want to see if you have become a doctor after a long illness ..." Sunshine is late, playground, white shirt, back, glancing at the classroom, class, eyes, dodging, heart-loving, playing, evening college entrance examination, winter, you are still obsessed with the cicada singing in midsummer, and you are still reading the reader's heart-warming. " Spring is intoxicating around Hua Die, and peach blossoms in Taoyuan are drunk. Good birds choose wood to live, good ministers choose kings and good birds choose wood to live, flying gulls descend with maple, the Eastern Emperor has arrived, the locust sequence is approaching, Bai Zang has not arrived, and Yuanying is still early. I wish you and I could see the smoke scene in the peach blossom. Endless thoughts, endless dreams, fleeting ancientry, silence as ever, sadness and gloom locked in the light and dim eyes, and misty and smoky in the gentle charm of Yuping. Clouds are scattered, half-empty and lingering in the free romantic atmosphere, and a wisp of ancient thoughts falls into the desolate world. Such as this thousand-year-old tea, it has experienced wind and frost, but it is also easy to maneuver. You are in the south, I am in Haibei, and we are far from the ends of the earth. You can never understand the cold on my side, but I simply imagine the loneliness on your side. None of us are painters, and we can't describe the scenes in each other's world; Each other is not good at talking and can't describe the situation on the other end of the phone. Once naive, we can laugh so innocently and simply. At that time, we were so consistent with the season at that time, and always so young and full of vitality. Maybe the broken mirror shouldn't have been reunited, maybe everything shouldn't be like this