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Volume 3: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. "A majestic man and a beautiful woman who has gone through many vicissitudes of life" Volume 83 of 100 So why bother

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    I use this book to prove my way.  My way is to be free and carefree.  Then there is endless loneliness.  Until everything is empty.  Finally broke through.  Breaking the path has become my path.  My way is broken.  And after breaking the path, there is no path.  No way is my way.  Enlightenment and enlightenment.  There is no way like no boundaries, huh!  This way is too unfair.  For example, if you look for meaning in life and find that there is no meaning, meaning without meaning, absurdity is true, and seeking truth will lead to failure.  How many people who know me once envied my freedom and ease of expression. However, just like the Book of Pegasus, my book is a book written with life. The words in my teens, the words in my twenties, and the words in my thirties are still the same now.  The words I write, under the dark and quiet moonlight, the joys and sorrows, the separation and separation of food, clothing, housing and transportation, greed, anger and infatuation, wine, tea, coffee, tobacco and cigars, love and sex, love and sublimation, ruthlessness and passion and affection, gambling and poisonous arts and dramas.  , fantasy music love letter, I have written everything I can, my way, struggling life, exhausted days, when talking and laughing, moments of sudden enlightenment, arrogance, madness, saintliness, etiquette, why I am helpless and helpless, occasionally go outing, follow  , travel, work, reading, drifting, elegant, misty, long-winded, boring and elegant, leisurely heart, fiery heart, optimism and pessimism, failure and setback, lazy, habit, day after day, bit by bit, gathering  The book becomes oneself.  In a daze, many years have passed. How much enlightenment and wisdom there are. In the shackles of the human world, gentle evolution is like waking up in the roaring Yellow River, like heartbreak in a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like determination burning into ashes in the fire.  In it, it's like looking up at the sky in silence or roaring, like longing to live a worry-free life day by day.  Your poems and oaths are like bubble time, enduring my pain as it deepens. Magical poems, this cruel world, you are so happy that you are so happy. You say you will not be afraid because of me. The ancient lost light in my heart blooms through the stone flowers.  The universe and sky, I'm afraid that next time you won't be there, facing the light, facing the wind and frost, the wounds of the world, the wounds of nothingness, despair, there is no eternal heaven, it is heaven.  Han of q©¤q's Pegasus Xiaoqun said, "Uncle Long is a Pegasus who will write about him for a lifetime."  Who knows in the future, the buzz is that economic problems are beyond my control, who will not fail?  Slowly, people will age. I used to think that I was still young at only seventeen years old. Not long after I said that, after going through the bastard's experience, it's like ants are approaching aging. King, can you sincerely say that you are not?  Being played around with, la la la!  A long-haired girl passed by outside the company door window. She was in a hurry, so I wrote this in a hurry. At ten o'clock in the evening, the lights in the corridor in front of me were about to go out, and only the faint street lights and advertising signs in the distance were left.  My boss recently scolded people for wasting power. Of course, he wanted to scold me. I spread my hands and it was useless. Otherwise, what should I do? We will discuss it in the meeting tomorrow, Friday morning.  I saw the song "Blue Moon" written by Wu Bai: "Take off your coat, throw it away and fly back into your hands. Turning around, where should my face face? Stop breathing, heavy black pressure on my chest; losing gravity,  I'm like steam without water, floating in the air, floating in a dream, my world is rolling forward like a huge declaration, but I am soaring, more than 30,000 feet above the ground, unable to see my heart.  Deep down in my heart, what is truly irresistible? What I care about, I am so helpless! The positions of the stars have changed, and the turbulent you, like an overwhelming force, comes without warning and suddenly fills my mind.  , I can't breathe, I see something in front of me, those blue moons are as blue as your tears. I really love you, I belong to you, don't leave, I need you. "The lights are dimmed, get off work.  A majestic man and eighty-three human wounds in One Hundred Volumes of a Beautiful Woman (To be continued)
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