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19.12.2019 08:00
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People, walking through the lines of destiny a little bit in a hurry, don't even have time to think about what kind of benefits life will bring us Newport Cigarettes. Destiny, a mysterious and slightly sad word. In ancient Greek mythology, fate is tragedy, and fate is fixed. So is there any standard answer to the relationship between life and destiny? Is it just the five hundred times of previous life that destined to be sad and happy in this life, and we are only performing mechanically? In this era of diversified values, more and more Ambilights have become more and more illusory. We are like drifting duckweed. We want to know the true life under the gem glass. Although the mirror can always reflect the amazing and similar scenes performed beside him, it is just some beautiful virtual images. Perhaps human nature likes these smooth and translucent things, such as mirrors. The ancients used copper as a mirror, modern glass, and crystal. The original intention was to look at themselves. But as the mirror surface became more and more luxurious, we saw many beautiful real virtual images from the mirror Marlboro Cigarettes. The truth is played on our side; the false, because in the end the flowers and the moon in the mirror, only the arrogance that can be seen but cannot be touched. Milan Kundera said that perhaps the heaviest burden is also a symbol of the most fulfilling life. The heavier the burden, the closer our life is to the earth, the closer to the real and the real. On the contrary, there is no burden at all, and people become lighter than the atmosphere, and they will fly high, leaving the earth, that is, real life. He will become real. Me, why not? All day shouting "high pressure Newport 100S, lots of homework" to "rebel", but still orderly in school. Hard to read, I will not see the real benefits of reading goods for a short while, and I secretly look at the TV dramas, those luxurious and extravagant lives of high society. Envious of their freedom, ease, no burden, no thinking. Of course this is just a far-reaching awe of the unknown life. Because, in the mirror, this decay was blurred by my eyes, and did not cover my rough but true face. But the real templates behind the screen really lost themselves, floating lightly above the wind. Seemingly carefree, h |
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