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February 25, 2023
In addition to comforting one's little vanity, skiing is also obsessed with conquering different ski trails and mountains. At the moment when the skills are constantly improving, the polyaniline that is stimulated is a kind of self-consolation and ecstasy.
Just like you, behind the free and easy appearance, you may be suppressed, and a feeling of wanting to explode and cry surrounds you. So I planned to go skiing and skiing in various ways. Distract your attention with a sense of waiting and anticipation.
People are always in trouble with themselves, sad and unable to extricate themselves, they don’t know what else to do when they are busy, like an ostrich buried in the sand, trying to escape, but there is no way to escape. The bitterness that deceives the ears and steals the bell does not forget the sweetness of the smile. Whether the head buried in the soil can breathe or not, only you know the origin. Caring or not caring is just a kind of obsession, whether to go on or stop is only a matter of one thought.
We slide and toss and turn in our respective spaces, the single board has the single board skills, and the double board has the double board trajectory, each looking for its own comfortable corner. You are still working hard on the chain for changing the blade, and I am also troubled by the unstable state of Carbeen. When they meet by chance, they don't point to each other.
I often look at the photos I have saved over the past few years, and the joy stays in different moments. Only when I look back occasionally, I have the motivation and belief to chase. Look at that look of determination? See if those technologies still need to be refined? Isn't the mountain top we went to be far away? Looking back, is there a lot of artistic conception?
Lying on the shallow and deep shore of Quancheng recommended by a friend, surrounded by laziness, I found sweetness and inspired inspiration in the nourishment of Korla pears and oranges. This night is not dark, this night you are with me on the other side. Bandari's "First Snow" fluttered to my ears one after another.
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