I was hurt too much in Jieyang because of Li Xiaoli's incident. I also followed my parents to Guangdong to work, but I still couldn't get rid of my longing for Xiaoli.
And because of my middle school classmate Liao Fudi, I no longer believe in love. Xiao Li, I'm sorry. I don't know how to make you happy, and I don't know how to make you happy. Please don't say that falling in love with me was a mistake. It's drizzling outside the window. My tears are crying. I miss you every day.
I could only stare at the sky in a daze. I didn't know why, but ever since I left Huibao Chang, I've been very unhappy, really unhappy. Slowly, I realized that I had become another person. I learned to play the flute and use the sound of the flute to vent my emotions. During this period of time at home, I didn't go anywhere. I just stayed at home, sleeping and watching TV.
I also learned to play the flute. I used to like doing housework, but now I'm too lazy to even wash the dishes. I play the flute every day. I play the flute on the road and play it as I walk. Many passers-by and villagers say that I'm crazy. Maybe I'm crazy. Who knows the pain in my heart?
I really wanted to go up the mountain and shout. Finally, one day, I went up the mountain to pick up the bacteria. I suddenly thought of Li Xiaoli and shouted,"Ah!" Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Suddenly, I realized that my tears were falling." Ah, ah, ah, Li Xiaoli, I love you. Ah!" I suddenly shouted out. It was a heart-wrenching pain. I missed Li Xiaoli, Li Xiaoli, were you happy?
In the days without you, I learned to numb myself with the flute. I also learned from my master. He said that if I learn, I will be happy for the rest of my life. Why can't I be happy? My heart hurts very much. When I'm sad, I learn to bear it alone. How can I hold onto someone's heart when I love them?
When I miss you, can you feel it? Why are you no longer gentle? You don't turn back even when I love the wrong person. My master asked me to learn how to make a flute from him. At first, I was confident, but later I lost confidence. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to do it well. My father encouraged me to continue learning from my master. My father gave me a lot of encouragement.
Suddenly, I wondered if there was such a person by my side to support me and encourage me to do anything. I needed someone who understood me and encouraged me when I was in the most difficult time. Perhaps I would become stronger. Walking on the small road in my hometown, I felt a lot. My novel had encountered unprecedented difficulties.
My family's lack of understanding and support forced me to give up the idea of writing novels. I love writing and like to write my own things. I'm not worse than others.
I saw some college students writing their diary. Although they were talented, they didn't look good. They lacked something, a kind of practice. I saw many students 'comments and diary in their space. I felt that it was okay for them to write some comments, but it wasn't realistic for them to write a diary.
I felt that what they wrote was really what I lacked. I worked for five or six years and wandered around. I did a lot of work. After graduating in 2006, I didn't go to high school because my family was poor.
Seeing that many of my classmates had gone to study while I had left my hometown to work, I really wanted to study because the economic conditions were not good back then. There were many situations like mine.
Some people went out to work before they graduated from primary school. Now, I have always hated my parents. I hated them for not giving me the conditions to study. If I had done what I wanted back then, I would have gone to high school after I graduated from junior high school and joined the army. Perhaps my path would not have been so bumpy. My dream, my junior high school classmate Liao Fudi.
My youth would not have been so painful, and I would not have lost my female classmate, Liao Fudi. My dream was like an angel whose wings were broken. If only time could be rewound. If only I had bravely told Liao Fudi that I liked her and that she would be my girlfriend before I graduated from junior high school. If only I had not been in the special forces and wanted Liao Fudi so much that I would rather die than live.
I was the calmest sharpshooter and bombardier back then. I was the best in both of these. My honor has been buried in the ground with the years.
The only thing that didn't change was my haggard face. I was so sweaty that I didn't mention my bravery back then. I also slowly grew up, got married, and had children. No one would know about my great achievements in the army. No one would know. No one would know. We couldn't escape death. We couldn't escape the fact that we had to be men in the future to support the entire family. We would also fall sick.
I will also slowly walk towards death. No one will know everything about me in the special forces.
No one knows that I was a special forces soldier. I'm a special forces soldier in name only. I'm also a special forces soldier who escapes death and is afraid to face reality. I've made a meritorious service in the Cave of Ten Thousand Bones. We'll drift away like fallen leaves in the wind and be buried deep in the ground. I often go to the places where I used to love.
It was a fragrance that I had never felt before. The familiar warmth was like a dream that broke the wings of an angel. I was always looking for some memories of the past. I went to my family's middle school, to the Ministores where we bought food when we were studying, and to the small road where we rode our bicycles to school, but I just couldn't find the feeling of the past.
It is both familiar and strange. I always walk alone on the road, staring blankly at the sky, staring blankly, staring blankly. My dream is like an angel with broken wings. No matter what the future road is like, I will walk on bravely because I believe that you are still here. From now on, you will not be here. My dream is like an angel's wings protecting you.
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