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Waiting is a moment when a little life is in a maternal turmoil, waiting for life to begin.

Waiting is the day and night of the childish child's longing, waiting to grow up.

Waiting is an anxious young man wandering in the rain, waiting for a best friend who has missed his appointment.

Waiting is the dedication of the staff to work diligently, waiting for the promotion one day.

Waiting is a delicate girl staring at the window, waiting for love to come.

Waiting is a middle-aged woman wandering around at dusk, waiting for the reunion of her loved ones.

Wait, wait for a friend who won't see each other, wait for a phone call that won't ring again, wait for a promise that can't be fulfilled.

In the simple life, waiting is full of people.

Time does not wait, but waiting lingers on the years. When time is hidden little by little, life is brewed into spirits drop by drop, and the concentration of waiting will float on the gears of time, gradually making people drunk.

Sometimes, waiting is like a pot of tea, sending a burst of fragrance. But sometimes, waiting is more like a cup of coffee, floating in an insomniac night, bitter, pure black, and stretched, but still beautiful.

I always like to wait for hope in life; Wait for the hope of your heart; Hide distant thoughts and wait; Put the future in pursuit.