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Gönderen: 11-Kasım-2019 Saat 11:39 | Kayıtlı IP Alıntı ylq123

In the morning, when I stopped to play on the beach by the
sea, I stared at the splendid and dazzling sand under the
sun, just like the golden golden years I have traveled for
more than ten years. In these years, I don't know how many
days and nights I have been ruined; I don't know how much
time I have been holding in the boundless sea of ??
learning; I don't know how many dreams I have neglected.
It��s like I gave up the ocean behind me for this piece
of gravel, but I was suddenly surprised to find that the
deep or shallow left on this beach is the footprint of
growth. So I went to those footprints
, which brought memories deep inside.
Listen, on the shore, the waves hit the sound of the reef,
like my heartbeat, never stopped. The growth brings about
honing, so that each corner is smoothed, so that each
retreat is replaced by advancement, so that each
abandonment becomes the power of immortality. "I hope that
more people in the world can cherish every step of their
own footprints, be diligent in recording, be willing to
relive, dare to laugh at themselves, be good at correcting,
and let people grow and moisturize each other before and
after." Look, the shore, the waves The picture of the
gravel is pushing, and that is my dream is once again
impacted by reality. What I wrote down on my day and night
is my own memory
. This is my simple dream. I have
repeatedly hit the wall in the dark. When I saw the
sporadic light, it was the people who supported me. They
gave me strength. Although it was just the same as the
"power of fine sand," I always told me that "there is no
way to save
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." Nothing to thousands of miles; no accumulation
of small streams, no rivers and rivers. I am looking for
the imprint of the coming, "one sand, one world, one flower
and one heaven." The so-called "heaven" is where the
footprints stop. There is no longer a sky, but a piece of
life. Touch, the shore, the different shades, intermittent
footprints, just as my life stumbled on the way forward.
But I did not bow to the oncoming waves, the waves will not
sympathize, he will wash the mark on the beach again and
again. In my memory, the footprints accompany me every
sunset, recording tears and joy, carrying my failures and
glory, leading the direction of my life, whoever has a
smooth life, this is just a human being The pursuit of
ideology and ignorance, the reality will always give you a
head-on blow, just like my dream has been annihilated in
the bud again and again. But I am not afraid of those
ridicules, I will always take a solid footprint in the
direction of the wind.
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