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    It was the last day on earth

    She had a beef grain salad with a sesame oil vinaigrette

    As if it was just the first day I met her

    ?Memories are debris in the wind

    ? The vagrants with nothing to do do not know where to wander

    black mood arises spontaneously

    Darkness and light, for I am the abyss

    Born to grieve, for I am a prisoner

    Cold and burning, for I am ice

    ? Three tombs and five classics are legends

    ? The three teachings and nine streams are also legends

    We are not legends

    My existence is a sinful thing

    So I started to atone for my life

    Atonement, Atonement, Atonement

    Ugly is what others say

    Beauty is self-knowledge

    I have my own face, so please hug me

    What the hell am I writing about?

    oh, what i wrote is not something

    Oh, I wrote about loneliness

    ?Women walk with poetry by virtue of their beauty

    ?A man walks with a woman by means of money

    What do you rely on, and who do you walk with?

    Lao Tzu said

    The five colors are blinding

    Pentatones are deafening

    The five flavors are refreshing

    ? Listen to him, avoid blindness, deafness, speech

    post-epidemic

    ?Death, loneliness, darkness, filled the whole world

    How many people's lives have been harvested by the death scythe, and no one repents for it

    So these people were cast into Dante's hell by the god of death

    ?He had no intention of repentance during his lifetime, and he kept company with evil people, helping evildoers

    So I can only sink endlessly in hell

    ? Don Juan lived a life of no way in love, but Byron lamented for Greece

    Melville has been wandering in the sea for a long time, so there is a work of Moby Dick

    ?Don Quixote is the best knight in the 21st century

    There are many fake people in the world, but there are few real people

    And I'm not human

    again like a human

    Mobile phones, information, networks, technology and so on have brought the spirituality of the earth to the brink of extinction. People, are you really happy now?

    I'm probably an abandoned child

    I don't know why I came to this world

    I don't know why I left

    The language is getting vulgar - the people are getting uglier

    ?Writings are getting simpler¡ªpeople are getting more and more depraved

    Books are getting cheaper - people are getting more hypocritical

    There is a person who once said sweet talk is useless to coax a girl

    I believe it is true

    Later I realized that I didn't believe in this sentence

    Game addiction - especially word games

    There are also high and low games - life and death is a game close to the essence of the game

    Games - he said, you are serious, I play games in everything

    I am the emperor of my words

    Under the Putian, could it be the land of the king?

    After taking shape - no land will grow

    I am the master of my imagination

    One by one nameless, wanton exile

    Eternal ages and eight famines - omnipotent

    I am my own prisoner

    ? A series of paintings, pen and ink make flowers

    I am in the painting - the painting is a prison

    You have a beautiful carcass - temptation

    You have a pleasant day - mood

    ? You own the money of the transaction - dirty (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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