[Gao] One hundred things about liking

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What is the purpose of human life.

Philosophers have discussed this for hundreds of centuries but have not been able to reach a conclusion.

Regarding life and death, people always fear death.But what is there to fear about death?Death does not make people suffer, but life can make people fall into endless pain and struggle.

Da Zhangwei thought about it more than once, how good it is to die, without so many public criticisms and personal attacks.How nice and easy.

These thoughts lingered in my mind for a long time and never dissipated.

Sometimes he looked at the night and thought he was dead.The soul has dissipated, dragging this body around the world.Only in music, will there be a sense of flesh and blood returning to the body gradually.

He still yearns for death.

Hugo is in awe of the Netherworld, but he just wants to open his hands to this boundless darkness.White brains overflowed, and the beating heart in the chest cavity was dug out.

Come on, hug me.

Vultures flapped their wings and landed on dead branches, peering at his rotting wound.

The girl sat beside her with her head bowed and sang.

He woke up from the darkness.

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Wang Jiaer's hands were very hot, his fingertips were on fire, and the place he touched seemed to be burning.The sun broke into the darkness suddenly, and gave him a hug with a scorching heat.

He stared at Wang Jiaer's dazzling hair, the sudden light made his eyes sour.

Why do people live.

He suddenly thought of this proposition.

Because there are always good things in life.

He reached out and caught his light, this is a good thing, he thought, this is a very good thing.

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Life is full of conflicts and quarrels.Like life, there are ups and downs.

The conflict between them erupted to the top.Each sticks to his own opinion and does not admit defeat to each other.

Wang Jiaer sat on the sofa, lowered his head without speaking, and played with his phone carelessly.

Da Zhangwei was writing a song with a guitar, but halfway through the song he found it boring, and he couldn't write any more.He turned his head to look at Wang Jiaer's figure, but the person on the sofa still lowered his head and did not look at him.

Let me sing you a song.

Da Zhangwei said suddenly.Wang Jiaer still didn't move, and he didn't care, he shook his head and raised his hand to pluck the strings.

you want the obsession of the world

don't care who throws you away

The man stuck on the sofa moved his head and looked this way.

Even without rain the sky is still gloomy

I hope tomorrow won't continue like this

Wang Jiaer met his gaze, remained motionless, and stared at him firmly.

You have a beautiful face but your roots are withered

The spring water I want, crushed in my heart

Da Zhangwei looked at those eyes and thought, the spring in Wang Jiaer's heart will never dry up.

will never.