It lies on my head and can’t get up.
What do you think? I just want to know why a bunch of them are upstairs, so I was driven down.
It is pressed by invisible things and can’t stand out.
As a direct result, my shadow can only be elongated or compressed like a cookie.
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What can I see at high tide? Isn’t it like a bunch of little children being chased by others, and then the man left and ran back to his place? The more you walk, the less interested you are.
It said, “I’m too tired, like this dying yellow cat.” This is too accurate to describe my current situation.
I was a little tired just now.
I decided to move on.
I’m not very happy.
The shadow has been compressed.
I seem to be excluded.
I began to trot.
So I slowed down.
Ye Wan walked in the lower reaches of the bright moon.
welcome.
Finally I lay down and fell asleep.
Looking at the fence, nest after nest of tides were running forward and hurried back.
I’m a little sleepy now, but I don’t know that some white hair is growing on my chin.
After all, we can’t go back.
The Mid Autumn Festival is not just a reunion, but now I let myself eat and stroll on the dam.
I looked up childishly, trying to make my bowed life stand and run, but the light was not allowed.
Light suppresses my height.
They were looking down at a street lamp, and then I was looking down at a street lamp.
They are scattered, and even a plate of loose sand is no longer.
What’s the truth? I tried my best, but I still couldn’t think of anything.
From this point of view, I seem to be an unemployed youth.
There are still some people on the dam who come to see the moon.
Now the more relaxed I am, the older I become.
Rows of street lamps seemed to be cracks in a torn piece of paper.
I am tired.
No, I want to move.
Look at my shadow while running.