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22.11.2019 07:31
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Life is a way of rushing from time to time, from hometown to foreign land, and then back. - Inscription that year, the entire Spring Festival is spent in other places. It is a big city. When the New Year is over, it doesn't have to be said that it is bustling and prosperous, but my heart always has mixed feelings, so it seems that I can't get into this atmosphere. At the end of the festival, I finally returned home by car. When the car arrived at the station, it was already two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, but the thoughts were exceptionally clear. Pick up your luggage and rush from the station to your home Marlboro Red. At the foot is the bridge deck of the familiar asphalt bridge Parliament Cigarettes. There are no more people on the wide bridge. The decorative lights in the distance and in the distance outline the outline of the building, as if the oil painting on the twilight curtain is radiant. It seems that the appearance of the day is faintly visible. The decorative lights on the building were flickering and the position of the building seemed to be erratic, and only a rough appearance could be identified. Unfamiliar strangeness or familiarity, but the heart has been haunting a kind of joy with bitterness. In an instant, the real, the illusory, the complicated, the silence are all covered with the black gauze of the night, which makes people wonder. However, I will never go home the wrong way. ����Because the lights on the side of the road are lit, it seems that I am greeted with my return. At first glance, every night in the Peace Day is an ordinary light. But when you look closer, there are always some differences. The soft yellow light circled again and again, and it seemed to have a gentle and moist texture of a woman. It seemed to have nothing. Underneath the lamp is a circle of light marks and its own faint shadow. The light is refracted into the water surface under the bridge, and the pale white light beam is twisted and twisted as the water surface fluctuates, and sometimes it is integrated. Every lamp is silent, silent, as if I have thoughts and thoughts. It lights up all night and night, and it is so eye-catching in the dark. Where is the light illuminating? Who is waiting for, who is waiting for? Tonight, it is for me. It reminds me of the bright road for me to go home. Suddenly, my heart is bright, and the light that leads me is the lamp, which represents the lamp of love and represents the nostalgia. This is a lamp that never goes out, it is an eternal lamp! I ran up involuntarily, rushed to the light at the end of the road, and rushed. In the distance, the dark stars in the darkness reflect a faint starlight. The nearby lights echoed with the faint starlight in the clouds. I suddenly felt that the stars in the sky were also a lamp, waiting for a wanderer returning home some night, waiting for someone to realize the epiphany on a certain night, often returning, how many years of age, looking for the nostalgia in the heart. Perhaps in the future Newport Cigarettes, I will leave farther and leave my hometown for a longer time. However, as long as the nostalgia has not been annihilated, the heart will definitely reach the end. |
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