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I don't know if this is an act of god or an accident. Today, two years after my college entrance examination, I ended this story. I hope I didn't disappoint everyone. The so-called novel does not die without spreading 100 million words.
Writing is very painful these days. In order to keep quiet and alienate people, I isolated my heart from the outside world. Is to stir up all the sediment that sinks to the bottom of the water and watch it clear and precipitate. That is unwilling to the past, but also a memory.
Anyway, now I finally have an explanation for myself. The road ahead is too long, and I can't linger at a crossroads for too long. I want to accumulate more memories and drown them in my sadness one day in the future. I like this, stop and go, stop and go. You will get a lot and miss a lot. Whether I get it or miss it, it's all material to remember. I am a person walking on the edge of time, a child abandoned by time.
I know tonight is a sleepless night for many people. There are many people like me who can sleep peacefully tonight.
Borrow the concluding remarks of one of my favorite radio anchorwomen:
Good night, dear boy. ...
When my life revolves around the sun 18 times, the sunshine is like a piece of fragrant soap, bubbling in the air and reflecting colorful colors. ...
Call me if you have any questions.