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this winter , very cold ! I do not know how to define the current state, is always late every night to fall asleep , and sleep is not stable , light sleep in the dream of endless struggle to the surface . The morning is always a quarter past five clear after the alarm , and lost it, then start a busy day of life. Who attend to the emotional , but strive to make themselves happy, delighted , in this cold winter give me a little warm , I have the courage to keep going .
this winter , very cold ! Each拂晓破晓前, a person rode the shuttle in the atmosphere in the sleeping world , feel the cold winter alone . Cold wind , in this morning in the loss of its former gentle, then the wind , such as ice skates , my nerves tingling in my soul, wind blowing through the sky in memory. Cold cold ,tods, some alone and some frustration, a man alone and go straight ahead , to the cooler in front of the ... ...
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this winter , very cold ! Dim the lights with me to go , and places closer to dawn , when the sun is conceived , I believe that this winter is no longer cold. Winter comes, can spring be far behind? When the spring season, I will remember this is my personal winter?

every time I was mad

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And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?