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心是一座孤岛，即便岛上繁花似锦，四季更替，依然只是一个人的风景。繁华也好，萧条也好，都只属于一个人。记得有人说过这样一句话：一人花开，一人花落，这些年从头到尾，无人问询。
那种寥落，如轩窗外的一片月色，独自在树梢起舞，却无人欣赏它清丽的舞姿。又像是一阙小词，笔笔皆清冷，笔笔皆寂寥。
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今天除夕，也是生日，一个人在外地过年+过生日，熬夜开发新主题，尽量在假期结束前放出公测版。
心是一座孤岛，即便岛上繁花似锦，四季更替，依然只是一个人的风景。繁华也好，萧条也好，都只属于一个人。记得有人说过这样一句话：一人花开，一人花落，这些年从头到尾，无人问询。
那种寥落，如轩窗外的一片月色，独自在树梢起舞，却无人欣赏它清丽的舞姿。又像是一阙小词，笔笔皆清冷，笔笔皆寂寥。
哈哈哈
哈哈
哈哈哈
心是一座孤岛，即便岛上繁花似锦，四季更替，依然只是一个人的风景。繁华也好，萧条也好，都只属于一个人。记得有人说过这样一句话：一人花开，一人花落，这些年从头到尾，无人问询。那种寥落，如轩窗外的一片月色，独自在树梢起舞，却无人欣赏它清丽的舞姿。又像是一阙小词，笔笔皆清冷，笔笔皆寂寥。
心是一座孤岛，即便岛上繁花似锦，四季更替，依然只是一个人的风景。繁华也好，萧条也好，都只属于一个人。记得有人说过这样一句话：一人花开，一人花落，这些年从头到尾，无人问询。那种寥落，如轩窗外的一片月色，独自在树梢起舞，却无人欣赏它清丽的舞姿。又像是一阙小词，笔笔皆清冷，笔笔皆寂寥。
哈哈哈
哈哈
哈哈哈
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind: it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees: it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination.a vigor of the emotions: it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity. of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin. but to give up enthusiasmwrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the hea
心是一座孤岛，即便岛上繁花似锦，四季更替，依然只是一个人的风景。繁华也好，萧条也好，都只属于一个人。记得有人说过这样一句话：一人花开，一人花落，这些年从头到尾，无人问询。那种寥落，如轩窗外的一片月色，独自在树梢起舞，却无人欣赏它清丽的舞姿。又像是一阙小词，笔笔皆清冷，笔笔皆寂寥。
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind: it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees: it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination.a vigor of the emotions: it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity. of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin. but to give up enthusiasmwrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the hea
心是一座孤岛，即便岛上繁花似锦，四季更替，依然只是一个人的风景。繁华也好，萧条也好，都只属于一个人。记得有人说过这样一句话：一人花开，一人花落，这些年从头到尾，无人问询。那种寥落，如轩窗外的一片月色，独自在树梢起舞，却无人欣赏它清丽的舞姿。又像是一阙小词，笔笔皆清冷，笔笔皆寂寥。