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Is The Happiness Of My
Is the happiness of my life, the result of moisture, but also deeply rooted in Eastern culture psychology. After all the setbacks experienced ups and downs, has bullish, I learned to swim with the tide, is the QingYu’s death touched I was numb secular soul, so I wept, and wrote the essay "as alive as the willow." Is an essay,
In fact, is a funeral oration, and pay homage to lost youth and dreams, and pay homage to early classmates and friends to go to heaven, and now living memorial has been difficult and helpless. Middle age is the dangerous road of life is no time to look back and not a forwardlooking Hom. Did not always paradise into their
Own thinking to imagine heaven, but into the heaven of people have always beyond people’s imagination. "Tortured peer into a new ghost," "moon water according Ziyi", Journal of the night reminds me of a poem by Lu Xun, Shen heart as with Cold Night. Can not moonlight Christmas Eve, only the noise and cold, there is not dare to touch
