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How crazy it is to miss someone. I just miss my bones, my blood and my life. Crazy miss, crazy miss, crazy miss.
Small reading, small reading, it's almost gone. She was born to miss someone, someone, someone.
I have always been a person who doesn't pay much attention to writing. For so many years, I only thought it was a profitable profession. I would rather spend the whole day looking after the flowers and plants in the garden than looking up information and materials at home. So I have always been an obscure writer, and I dare not use the word writer. The famous can be called "home". Of course, I never wanted to be a famous writer before. I'm glad to be at leisure. If I have something to do, I will wander around the studio and write when I can't sleep at midnight. In this competitive society, I have a rare leisure. Until last spring, I met Xiaonian in a pasture in the suburbs of Beijing.
In the spring of 2008, under the gentle breeze, the sky was green, and occasionally there were a few "baa baa" calls and crisp bird calls. Take me from the flowers in the metropolis to another world, a world that belongs only to fairies and fairies. I smiled foolishly. Only the past life is the first. ...
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