以前觉得吧，毕业是件很冗长的事儿 ，没想到他丫一下子就来了个措手不及，然后我们带着一副即将老死不相往来的傻B表情开始拍照 、写同学录、喝酒、唱歌，就要分开的小两口也会多开几次房试图留住这份历经三年而从不衰老的感情 。 我就忽然开始思考一个很深奥的问题 ，究竟是谁夺走了我们的处子之身。
我就觉得这话很在理 ，不过一个男人把自己形容成蜜桃也确实很有胆量，就好比一个同时装逼又装纯的男人，谁都不会想到他以后是会孤独终生 ，还是会让无数无知少女死于非命 。
其实，爱情就是两个人或者很多个人的互相谩骂，小三都是玩别人剩下的。那天去邮箱看搜搜周刊 ，一美女大学生把自拍的照片发到网上，狂喊，求包养！长的确实挺漂亮 ，完全有做三儿的资本。这没什么，至少还有很多额外的收入，也别说什么伤风败俗，整个某某国也没几个正经的官儿。
青春就是一本厚厚的书 ，怎么读自己说了算，没什么后悔不后悔，几十年后都是一场葬礼而已 。
我是个一点耐性都没有的人，让我去看完一本名著还不如杀了我 ，看电影电视剧只看能让我震撼或者能让我哭的镜头，有一天突然下定决心写一本小说，到第二天竟然忘了已经想好的故事情节。所以我一直都觉得我是个成不了大事 ，当不成有钱爷们儿的人，比如那位求包养的美女大学生，我就没这本事去消受 。
那群哥们儿看到我要住在木质阁楼里的梦想的话，一定又会说 ，你怎么这么矫情，而后又会一脸猥琐地耸耸肩，在阁楼里做爱做的事 。丫的。
每次黑色的风穿过一条条暗巷，我都会想 ，沉默是不是可以掩饰些许的快乐或者悲伤。在经历过生活中得种种之后，我们不动声色，毫无破绽 。
你说夏天是不是春天和冬天为了发泄欲望一不小心造出来的孽种。我经常以为，夏天死了 ，我也活不了 。可我还是死皮赖脸地活着。
这丫的是谁的葬礼 ，这么隆重 。我怎么没有表情。还真他妈没啥表情呢。
这个世界上最残忍的一句话，不是对不起，也不是我恨你 ，而是，我们再也回不去 。
Who is who is in memory?
I used to think that graduation is a very long thing. I didn't expect him to have a problem. Write the classmates, drink, sing, and you will separate the small couples will also open a few rooms attempt to retain this, for three years, never aging. I suddenly started thinking about a very deepest issue, who took the body of our place.
Those winds in the south, flowing in every familiar street, we shouted loudly, finally tmd graduated, then we cried.
We like youth to live to life under the tall camphor tree.
A lot of inexplicable emotions are nowhere, so they scratch the road with the pen, watching the innocent red, just like a flower instant.
Small K once texted again, this year, my mother must give me the first time, and how much peaches are mature but no one will taste the truth.
I think this is very reasonable, but a man describes her own peach and is really courageous. It is better than a man who is pushed into a pure, no one will think of him will live alone. I still make countless ignorant girls die from their destiny.
In fact, love is two people or many people, and the small three is to play the rest of others. I went to the mailbox that day to see the search week, a beautiful college student sent a self-portrained photo to the Internet, shouting, seeking support! Long is really beautiful, there is a capital of three children. There is nothing, at least there are many additional income, don't say anything hurt, and there is a few countries in a certain country.
Youth is a thick book, how to read yourself, no regrets, no regrets, a funeral is a few decades.
There was a very small dream, which is to live in a gray wooden loft, there is a brown lattice window.
I am a person who has no more patience. Let me go to see a famous one, it is better to kill me, watch the movie TV drama can only look at the shock or let me cry, one day suddenly decided to write one. This novel, toThe next day, I have forgotten the story of the already thinking. So I always think that I can't get a big event. When I can't be a person who has a lilies, I have no such thing as if I have a beautiful college student.
They said that the university is not talking about the love in love, and I am sorry for my youth. This Ming is in a majestic. In these few years, I really didn't see any youth, and the spring is a lot.
That group of brothers saw the dreams I have to live in the wooden loft, I will say, how are you so confused, and then shrugged in a hugging, doing things in the attic.丫.
We are some children, keeping a lot of self-righteousness, in fact, we lack security.
Time does not allow us to repent. We are all still not mature enough to give yourself a sense of safety.
Every black wind is worn with a dark lane, I will think that silence can cover a little happiness or sadness. After experiencing all kinds of life, we don't move, no flaws.
Summer Thasi said that the sea is a day.
I think, one day, our sorrow will be unwind. Just like a leaf boating in the sea, a bird in the sky, such a "independence of the world."
April cherry blossom, Mayday.
When carrying countless memories, they are wet, long-lasting months by a cherry blossom rain, and they don't know how to grow up.
You said that summer is not spring and winter in order to vent the desire. I often think that in the summer, I can't live. But I still live in the dead skin.
I hope. University graduation photo. Black suit, white shirt. After many years, we took it out again and sure to scare a hop.
Who is this funeral, so grand. I have no expression. It's really that fuck didn't make a mist.
The most cruelty in the world is not sorry, nor I hate you, but, we will never go back.
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