随便写写,PR出身老师莫take it too seriously
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我想陪陪你,听你说说话,听你聊聊最近的烦心事儿,哪怕发发牢骚、骂骂你碰上的傻逼们也好。我是你倾诉的树洞,我偷吃你的秘密直到永久;直到我的身体堆满你情绪的产物,完好的以及残缺的,我也不让树下的花栗鼠摘走任何一颗你秘密的果子。我偷吃你的秘密直到你忘了他们曾是你整夜辗转的罪魁祸首,阻塞你思想的一根横木;直到有一天,我掏空自己和你分享只有我知道的另一个你时,你却睁大眼睛好奇地看着我,仿佛我在讲一个陌生的古老故事。
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“China, please stop your flying pace, wait for your people, wait for your soul, wait for your morality, wait for your conscience! Don’t let the train run out off track, don’t let the bridges collapse, don’t let the roads become traps, don’t let houses become ruins. Walk slowly, allowing every life to have freedom and dignity. No one should be left behind by our era.”
Early this afternoon I’ve involved in a discussion
regarding the Wenzhou bullet train crash on
It’s around 6:30 in the morning. I drank a cup of hot peppermint tea and lay down at the usual time that I go to bed. I hate myself not getting out of the terrible habit of thinking back with what happened in the day, or even with those occurred in a few days around. I tried hard to empty my mind and stretch out like an unvigilant cat to be closing my eyes with great relief …but eventually, it turns out me sitting here writing this piece of blog.
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“This is the first day in London. When my flight was sliding on the runway of Heathrow Airport, I still couldn’t respond that I was in United Kingdom, the lost Empire of Europe, already. I always have such kind of illusion when my flight is sliding on the runway of any faraway destination.