I bear witness to my ways. My Tao is free and free. And then there's the endless loneliness. Until a qiē is empty. The last way to break the road. Breaking the way has become my way. My word is the breaking of the way. And after the breaking of the way, there is no way. The Word of Nothingness is my Word. The preaching proves that there is no way.

No Tao is like no boundary, heh! This kind of Tao is too aggrieved. For example, if you find meaning in life, you find that there is no meaning, that there is no meaning, that there is no meaning, that the absurd but true, and that you seek truth until you die.

How many people who know me have envied my freedom and freedom, but just like the book of Pegasus, my book, the book written with life, the text of the teenagers, the text of the twenties, the words written in the thirties, the words written from the present to the present, the quiet moon is dark, the joys and sorrows of joy and sorrow, the greed and infatuation of food, clothing, housing, transportation, greed, hatred, infatuation, wine, tea, coffee, cigarettes, cigars, love and lust, love and sublimation, ruthlessness and affection, playing gambling and drug arts, fantasy music, love letters, everything that can be written is written, my way, the life of struggle, the endless days, when talking and laughing, the moment of sudden enlightenment, prideCrazy, sacred, lily, why helpless and helpless, occasionally walking, following, traveling, working, reading, drifting, elegant, drifting, boring and elegant, leisurely heart, fiery heart, optimistic and pessimistic, failure and setback, lazy, habit, day after day, bit by bit, gather into a book to become yourself.

In the human world of shackles, gentle evolution, such as waking up in the howling Yellow River, such as heartbreak in a rainy Jiangnan, such as resolutely burning into ashes in the fire, such as looking up at the sky in silence or roaring, such as longing to live a worry-free day by day.

Your psalms are like bubble time, boiling my pain deepening, magic psalms, this cruel world, you are willing to be like a frenzy, you say that you will not be afraid because of me, the ancient lost light in my heart, through the cosmic sky where stone flowers are blooming, I am afraid that next time you are not there, facing the light, facing the wind and frost, the wounds of the world, the wounds of the world, the wounds of no vain, despair, there is no eternal heaven is heaven.

Q-Q's Pegasus group says, "Uncle Long is a Pegasus who wants to write for the rest of his life." Who knows in the future, the buzzing is that economic problems are not something I can control, who won't fall? Slowly, people will age, I used to think that I was still young and only seventeen years old, not long after I finished speaking, I experienced bastards... After the experience, it ants are approaching aging, the king you really say that you are not being fiddled with, lalala!

A long-haired girl walked outside the door window of the company, in a hurry, I also wrote this in a hurry, at ten o'clock in the evening, the corridor lights in front of me were about to go out, and only the faint distant street lamps and advertising signs were left. The boss has been scolding people for wasting power recently, of course, he wants to scold me, I spread my hands, I don't use it, otherwise, what should I do, I will have a meeting tomorrow Friday morning.

saw the song "Blue Moon" written by Wu Bai: "Take off your coat, shake it off and fly back to your hand." Turning around, where should my face facing? Stopped breathing, the heavy black pressed against my chest, lost gravity, I felt like vapor without water.

Floating in mid-air, floating in a dream, my world is like a huge declaration of no consciousness, rolling forward, but I am in the air, more than 30,000 feet above the ground, I can't see the deepest part of my heart, what is really unrefusal, I care, I am helpless!

The position of the stars has changed, and the surging you, like a mountain and a sea, without warning, suddenly overflowed my mind, I couldn't breathe, and I saw something in front of me, those blue moons, blue like your tears.

I love you so much, I belong to you, don't leave, I need you. "The lights are dimmed, get off work.

"The Majestic Man and a Beautiful Man Who Has Gone Through the Vicissitudes of Life" The Wounds of the Eighty-Three People in 100 Volumes (To be Continued......)