#numberone有新人# People are sometimes like the sycamore tree. They can barely stand when their hearts are empty. Others think it will sprout next spring, but in fact it has already died that winter. When the person accompanying you wants to get off the bus, even if you are reluctan

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#numberone有新人# People are sometimes like the sycamore tree. They can barely stand when their hearts are empty. Others think it will sprout next spring, but in fact it has already died that winter. When the person accompanying you wants to get off the bus, even if you are reluctan - DayDayNews

I am indeed a nostalgic person. I often look back, but I cannot go back. I once missed my white moonlight, but then I took the wrong path. There was no more romance and flowers in my life, only endless noisy firewood, rice, oil and salt. Later, I even missed it. I don’t have anyone I like, and I don’t know who I’m thinking of when I’m in a daze?

The wind in the Nanshan Mountains scattered the grain piles, and the water in the North Sea submerged the tombstones. You should look back at me carefully. I am a bit like before. After all, my noisy temper has been polished into the taciturnity I am now.

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