2013年 ，新疆 。
2013年 ，你与我，共同走过了世界末日，迎来了崭新的章程 。就算呼啸的北风彻夜而来 ，卷席国境之南，就算漫天的雪花涣然飘散，流浪国境之北，你也要相信 ，没有到不了的明天。
一月的你就像是暖冬里的阳光在作无声的祈祷 ，长梦留痕的你从恍惚中醒来，望着窗外的树木从昨日的新绿换了枯黄，短暂的青春于一夜结晶 ，破碎，让彻夜的寒风陪着你走过最后的路程。眼前掠过鸟儿的身影，扑朔迷离竟让你瞬时红了眼眶 ，湿了双眼。你沉沉的呼了一口气，让梦里的场景再次重组，于是你又回到那个欢笑的时节 ，一路向北的远行 。
即使没有到不了的明天，你也相信着明天也依然阳光明媚，阳光正好映在你憔悴的脸容，重新焕发青春的足迹；即使 ，你一直深爱着他，即便没有度过明日的到来，在时光的洪流中走散彼此 ，亦没有沉溺于悲伤之中；即使，你一直沉默不语，黯然落泪 ，也不愿在明天的晨早之中落下，任其埋在漫长的黑夜之中。你都是这般，一个人过。
台风过境 ，大雪漂泊，你在凌晨时份，寒冷的冬夜之中 ，喝掉那杯已经冷掉的水 。
零星的雪花落在你肩上，望不尽的天是你一直无法奔跑的路 ，你也只能每日在这里停留一刻，双手合十默自祈祷 。国境之南，时常在你的梦中浮现 ，遥知触手可及，却顷刻烟消云散，乱了思绪。你只能潜伏于夜深人静的时候放声哭泣 ，滚热的眼泪化了冰冷的寒夜，逐渐成了晶。
你在汹涌的人群之中找不到方向，只能蹲坐在地等着他的到来 ，换一场无名的戏 。陌生的言语在你身旁响起，你起身，转身 ，任由他紧抱着身躯。他轻声的在你耳旁说了一直无法言语的话，你也就只剩下哭泣。轻轻拭去你眼角的泪，轻轻吹散你旧梦的花，轻轻在你身旁悄然无声的离开 。
你在最美好的时份离开了校园，离开了你熟悉的小道。即使生活再苦 ，工作再累，你亦这般平凡的走过，就像是一个没有故事的女孩游走在陌生的城市 ，寻一份你并不太喜欢的工作以此远走 。
即使干冷的重庆一再降温，你亦无法忘记重庆的夏季；即使一个没有故事的女孩，也会在某个时份绽放她原有的色彩；即使你亦还没爱上其他人 ，你也懂得了如何去爱一个人 。谢谢你，时光将你推向我的身旁。
时光像是呼啸而来的车辆从你身旁快速掠过 ，身后的天空静静地落下一片片细碎的雪花 。
雨夹雪的天气，你撑起了伞遮住了脸，即使 ，没有人再爱你了，你也学会了爱自己。每日的忙碌似乎占据了你的生活，你也就在这刻停下脚步望向天空 ，发不出言语。即使你知晓爱情不能强求，亦希望有个人陪在身旁，陪着你慢慢变老 。
你那顽皮的弟弟每日都在各处勾搭各类女生 ，你亦一笑而过，开怀的给一个拥抱，即使你周身皆是伤疤，疼痛的感觉每夜伴随着你 ，亦懂得了如何去爱一个人。
没有到不了的明天，亦没有过不了的坎，生活的零零碎碎让你对明天更是充满了希望 ，你在国境之南，寒风漂泊的夜里唱着生活的歌 。
即使你爱的人，早已离去 ，偶尔会在梦中相遇，你亦不再感到疼痛，取而代之的却是麻木的感知；即使时光的长河将生活的记忆打乱 ，你亦从一张张照片之中找到了相连之处，暗自发笑；即使生活一再平淡无凡，你亦开怀的迎接每日的到来，作着冗长的梦入睡。
2013, Xi'an.2013, Xinjiang.
2013, Chongqing.2013, Chengdu.
In 2013, you have gone with me, I have gone through the end of the world, ushered in a new charter. Even if the northern winds of the whistling come all night, the south of the border, even if the snowflakes of the sky are scattered, the northern part of the country is, you have to believe that there is no city.
How many youthful funeral songs come quietly, and your silent sayings are the voucher of time.
In January, you are like a sun in the warm winter, and the long dream, you wake up from the sky, look at the trees outside the window from yesterday's new green, short Youth is crystallized overnight, broken, let the cold wind of all night accompany you through the last route. In front of you brushing the body, you will make you instantly red, wet eyes. You bow your breath, let the scene in the dream again, so you return to the laughter season, all the way to the north.
Even if you can't get it tomorrow, you also believe that tomorrow is still sunny, the sun is just in your face, rejuvenating the footprint of youth; even if you always love him, even if you don't have After the arrival of tomorrow, I wandered each other in the torrent of Time, and I didn't indulge in sorrow; even if you have been silent, I can't say tears, I don't want to fall in the morning of tomorrow, I buried Among the long dark nights. You are all this, one is over.
Typhoon transit, heavy snow drifting, you are drinking the cup of water in the morning, cold winter night.- Xi'an (Early morning, good year)
Going to a city to find a person.
Snow, is a snowy snow, which is a snow woman in memory.
Sporadic snowflakes fall on your shoulders, and the good days are you can't runThe road, you can only stay at the moment every day, and your hands together. South of China, often emerge in your dream, knowing that tentacles can be, but it is a mistake to disappear, and thoughts. You can only lurking in the night and quiet, and hot tears have gradually become crystals.
You can't find the direction in the raging population, you can only sit in the ground waiting for him, change an unknown play. Unfamiliar words are around you, you get up, turn around, let him take the body. He whispered to your ear, you have never speechless, you only have to cry. Gently wipe your eyes, gently blow your old dream, gently leave you side.
Let the cold wind whistling, crying in the dream. The fluffy hair is buried in your red eyes, spreading youth.
The long snowy night, you are like a mad, I have been crying, crying and sleeping again.- Xinjiang (Qingqiu)
Today is the prelude of next year.
You are blowing up the face that just picked up from the pot, next year is your holiday.
You left the campus in the most beautiful time, leaving your familiar trail. Even if life is bitter, work is tired, you are also ordinary, just like a girl who has no story to walk in a strange city, find a job that you don't like it.
The warm sunshine reflects the seven-colored rainbow in the Jiefangbei. You walk with the clouds to sing your youth songs, and the spring is your holiday. You coated a red crash for a daily arrival, forget you yesterday, welcome him today.
Even if the dry cold Chongqing has repeatedly cools, you can't forget the summer of Chongqing; even if there is a girl with a story, it will bloom her original color in a certain time; even if you haven't fell in love with others. People, you also know how to love someone. Thank you, Time will push you to me.- Chongqing (Su Jie)
Time is like a whistling vehicle from youQuickly brush, the sky behind the sky falls next to a piece of fine snowflakes.
The weather of the rain, you hold the umbrella covering the face, even if no one loves you, you also learn to love yourself. Daily busy seems to occupy your life, you will stop this footsteps to look at the sky, can't send speech. Even if you know that love can't force it, I also hope that someone will accompany you, accompany you slowly.
Your naughty younger brother hook all kinds of girls every day, you also have a smile, open to a hug, even if you are wounded, the pain is accompanied by you every night, I also understand how to love someone.
You are also in the small book, and talk about the play of life.
- Chengdu (sister)
Winter, spring is your season.
Nothing, tomorrow, no can't, the zero smashing of life makes you more full of hope tomorrow, you sing life in the north of China, the cold wind drifts. song.
Even if you love people, you have already left, and occasionally meet in your dreams, you will not feel pain, but it is awareness of numbness; even if the long river of time will chaos the memory of life, you From a photo, I found it in a photo, secretly laughed; even if you live again and again, you will also open your daily arrival, as a lengthy dream into sleep.
Pain, there is no tomorrow.
Meet, there is no tomorrow.
Sinter, there is no tomorrow.Love, there is no tomorrow.
Only, you can't get it.
Wen の Jiangsheng.
January, welcome you.
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