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Let me shut myself up in my own room and listen, and watch, and dream! People all over the world don't notice my existence, so I can work, play and rest freely. However, if it goes on like this, won't I feel lonely? Of course When I am lonely, I want a kitten to accompany me. It is lazy and sleepy, does not catch mice, does not scratch my old books, all day long, just curled up at my feet, snoring. So my bare feet did not come out of the red leather slippers, and I put them on its back, warm. When he was tired of reading the book, he lifted it up and put it on his knee. Its eyelids opened slightly. The eyeball is green, the pupil is like a line, slowly, it breaks through the upper eyelid to be addicted to what to sleep soundly. I murmured to it my grief and indignation; Its answer is: "Cuckoo Cuckoo.". I tell its former south of my loneliness; Its answer is: Goo goo goo. I sighed softly to it; Cuckoo. Cuckoo. I shed tears for it. Tearsstars. Is XXX very fit? "Well." My heart is thinking of my own grief and indignation. You have a good singing voice! "" Well. " In my heart I thought of my own loneliness. Tell me, are you really happy about XXX? Or is it convex? "…" I couldn't say it. I wanted to sigh, but I didn't dare to sigh. I had to close my eyelids and pretend to sleep. Alas, you are fast asleep! Then she had no choice but to turn off the light and go to sleep. I looked at the darkness alone, and tears flowed down. At this time, I no longer want to pretend to sleep, just want to sit on the chair to read, bend over the table to write articles. However, this is not your own room! Restraint, not freedom. It was a long night. I lay straight in bed and dared not move. My head was heavy, my cheeks were feverish, and my heart was very irritable. Isn't Mo sick? What can I do if I am ill in a relativped my tea, I thought hard about what I was going to do. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of my hand holding the teacup, with its delicate white fingers and green tea leaves, which looked like five slender ivory. Is this my hand? -My hand. So I slowly put down the teacup, put my hand on my knee, radio shuttle racking , and looked at myself carefully: long fingers, thin palms, and some of the blood was gone. It looked really scary. I think this is the left hand, the right hand may be better. So he put his right hand on his knee and cosaid that there are many Western literary giants who do not have to write by themselves. All they had to do was sit back leisurely on the sofa, with only a cigar in their mouth, puffing and reading, while someone else typed or wrote it down for them.
It is comfortable to write in this way, but my position is tens of millions of miles away from theirs, so I have to think about it at in a trance in front of the blank manuscript paper. After a while, I suddenly had an idea: I put my left hand on tho me in a tone of disgust, "Look at your hand. Didn't you spoil my precious diamond ring?" Quietly speechless, I returned the precious diamond ring to him the next day. omracking.com