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I want to weave a poem with a woman.
The road of life is long or short,

Happy, happy, carefree on the road, feeling that the road ahead is not long,

Sad and helpless, walking on the road and looking forward, it feels so far away.

I have been on the road of life for many years.

Tired and tired, I want to stop and have a rest.

Only to find that I have no capital to stop.

Occasionally, I want to find a big tree, pause, drink some water and enjoy the cool.

Only to find that the trees are full of people and there is no place to rest.

Walking, I found a big tree to rest in front of me.

Although this big tree accepted me,

Only to find that there were people around the tree, and they tried their best to drive me away.

Tell me, you must get enough water to enjoy the coolness here.

Let's go, keep going, and don't forget to bring water back.

Once, I was walking on the road and met someone.

We walked together, talking and laughing, chatting,

Walking, we met a high wall.

He told me that there were his parents and his brother in the high wall.

He wants to take me to climb the high wall and live in it.

I trusted him and climbed the high wall with him.

I stood on the high wall and looked at the world inside the high wall, which was completely different from my previous world.

I hesitated, but looking into his eager eyes,

I decided to jump off the high wall with him, although I was afraid, I was afraid,

But thinking about him, I think life will be good.

Before my eyes, I saw a life jumping off a wall.

Although it is strange here, there is an oasis, sunshine and warmth.

I can't help feeling a little warm in my heart.

But when I turned around, I found that everything I saw was not true, just like a mirage.

It's extremely cold here. There is no sunshine and no warmth.

I'm scared, I'm scared,

I am sad, sad, sad, I am crying, I hope he can see my helplessness.

But he ignored my helplessness.

At this time, our seeds have blossomed and borne fruit.

He began to care about me and my feelings.

But the good times didn't last long until our fruit was born, and everything went back to the past.

Even that cold is worse than before.

No matter how cold it is, I want to accompany my crystallization.

However, even this kind, they will not allow it.

They kicked me out and asked me to make money for them.

At this moment, I looked at him helplessly, but he was thinking the same thing as them.

I can't take it anymore. I can't stand their eyes every day.

Finally, I lost, and I agreed to go out and make money.

I just found out that after I left, they welcomed his brother into this house.

It turns out that he can give them warmth, but I can't.

I don't exist in his mind.

I cried sadly for countless times.

But I didn't get any care and comfort, and finally I hurt myself.

I am tired, so tired, so tired!

I wanted to have a family once.

It doesn't need to be big, as long as it can accommodate me and my beloved.

It doesn't need luxury, as long as it can shelter from the wind and rain.

But I have a home now. This family is big, but it can't accommodate me.

I wanted to have a family once.

It has a small kitchen, and I can cook a delicious dinner for my baby and lover after work.

There is a small living room inside. After dinner, I watched cartoons with my baby, and my father washed dishes in the kitchen. Look at the wonderful places, laugh and scream with the baby and eat snacks together.

Unfortunately, I have a home now, but the kitchen and living room don't belong to me. I can only spend the weekend with my baby. I am just an outsider in this family.

I wanted to have a family once.

You can take your baby to play on weekends, see the outside world and teach her about the world. We talked and laughed together, and I kept answering the baby's question, "What is this? What's that? "

Now, I can go back to play with her every week, but she seems to be an aunt to me. Maybe one day, when she learns to speak, I can't understand her language, and she won't call me mom. I'm scared to think about it. I am afraid of the cruelty of reality.

I wanted to have a family once.

Simply think that with him, where there is treasure is home!

When I am sad, I can lean on his shoulder and tell my sadness.

But the truth is, when I was sad, he ignored me.

I'm tired, really tired, and I really want to have a rest.

But I have no capital to rest. Maybe if I stop, there will be no food tomorrow.

I want to be strong, and I want to create a nest of wealth and warmth with my own hands.

I will try my best to prepare something for my baby and for my future.

In order to live better tomorrow, I will try my best to refuel.

I can't rest, I can't rest, I can't rest.

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