text | Perfume is toxic
How lucky is that in the current complex network space, on the night thousands of miles away, under the reflection of the same bright moon, there are such a group of men who like online texts, and such women who like online texts. In order to enjoy and appreciate each other, they sit upright from a distance, typing lines of texts, whether happy or sad.
Since I learned about the Internet, I have been accustomed to switching from one space to another, reading the wonderful mood stories of my friends, or another life trajectory extended in the story. I mixed with my own experience and talk nonsense, and I feel that my writing is weak but it also enriches my heart. I always read other people's hearts silently through other people's words, but I also invisibly shocked the depths of my own heart. So I felt moved and sighed through my heart, and I sighed at the wonderful encounters brought to people by the Internet and the intersection of the hearts and words of all living beings again and again.
I can’t remember how many such days, listen to the songs in the space and immerse themselves in the online space, appreciate the exquisite writing styles of the pen friends on the Internet, promote their own inner world, and render various legends in the vast network that are both true and false. Turn around, focus on your mind, sit silently, write quickly, let your mood gallop like a horse that breaks away from the reins, or let the trickle of water flow into the surging rivers, let the crackling keyboard tap, click the mouse bit by bit, and the network is like an invisible big net, capturing many men in the world who are talented or knowledgeable, or warm and gentle women. They just wait for two punches to embrace each other, pursing each other, pursing each other, wielding each other on the Internet, but they are all unique and showing their charm.
In the sunny day, a bloody red stretched into the sky, and an angel like a folded wing was buried deep in his arms without makeup. A colorful butterfly fell on his arm and licked the wound. What is she looking for? Or is it proving that the gorgeous colors that you cannot escape will redeeate or destroy it? Finally, it was still broken through the barrier of the fence. look! The clouds in the sky also stir up wild waves! It's a pity! The long walls are boundless, and the snowflakes are several degrees.
is like wandering around the unstoppable Internet with a vast river. There will be an end if there is a beginning. Life always staggers forward in this endless cycle of reincarnation. Some people are destined to have a peaceful life, while others are destined to have a thrilling life. It’s not life that chooses us but what kind of life we choose. The life we choose cannot help but we can have these many joys and sorrows in life and death, and sorrows, and sorrows. I think this is life, I think this is life. Although there are many sufferings, although they are not perfect, they are not incomplete. They treat it as a seasoning for life, occasionally splashing some slight waves in ordinary days, and experience inadvertent pain in sweetness... but it is the most unforgettable!
A person's life is always displaced after the end of one story before the beginning of another story...
I am used to the inconsistent words and always feel that I cannot express my heart completely.
The network has become extremely beautiful because of so many acquaintances, knowing and encounters. It’s fate to meet you, and the perfume will be remembered with your heart. If you get separated on an unintentional day, please remember that I have been to this network.
