Today is World Smile Day, and I'm writing this.
I guess I started because I've been feeling so calm. My emotions have been all over the place these past few days, with sadness, irritability, and happiness that knows no bounds... Today, I'm calm. That's good. It's a perfect day to write something uplifting. ≯(๑° . °๑)≮
Madam, I used to read your HP fanfics on Tieba when I was in junior high school. At that time, I felt that I had read the best fanfics of mine, and I was very impressed. Later, I ran out of time and didn't log in to Tieba for a long time. Today, so many years later, I was watching HP movies again, and suddenly I remembered the fanfic, and then I suddenly found that the post forum was gone. I went to this place all the way, and found that my wife had not updated it for a long time, and then I saw this article. I wonder how my wife is doing now. I hope you are very, very well, and I hope you will no longer be troubled by these emotions. I am also very happy that I saw a fanfic written by you many years ago. So far, I think it is a very, very good article [Spreading Flowers]. The only thing I miss is that I can't see the end (sad thoughts...)
Alienation and other things are all excuses. Can you say that I just don't like you and don't want to pay attention to you? I've experienced this too. Just make new friends. Don't take them too seriously.
Dad, I came here from your HP fan. I always felt that when I was watching the guardianship, I coincided with Xiao Han's ideas, so I thought that the author Da Da should be similar to me in some ideas. When I entered the column and saw this essay of Da Da, I felt a very strange feeling in my heart, because I also had that feeling about the "special power" mentioned in Dad's essay, but maybe the difference with Da Da is that I am not a good talker, and I am usually quite good at talking. I understand that there may be some problems with my isolation, but every time I say something, I still can't say it, which leads to the pity that I have few friends now. My spirit is pinned on the virtual literature in the book, although I clearly know that it is a dream that is impossible to realize. I am cowardly and selfish. I use this to escape reality. I write here, and there is no other meaning. It is just that these words cannot be told to my family and friends around me. I am sorry that I treat the comments of this article as a tree hole.
Madam, I used to read your HP fanfics on Tieba when I was in junior high school. At that time, I felt that I had read the best fanfics of mine, and I was very impressed. Later, I ran out of time and didn't log in to Tieba for a long time. Today, so many years later, I was watching HP movies again, and suddenly I remembered the fanfic, and then I suddenly found that the post forum was gone. I went to this place all the way, and found that my wife had not updated it for a long time, and then I saw this article. I wonder how my wife is doing now. I hope you are very, very well, and I hope you will no longer be troubled by these emotions. I am also very happy that I saw a fanfic written by you many years ago. So far, I think it is a very, very good article [Spreading Flowers]. The only thing I miss is that I can't see the end (sad thoughts...)
Alienation and other things are all excuses. Can you say that I just don't like you and don't want to pay attention to you? I've experienced this too. Just make new friends. Don't take them too seriously.
Dad, I came here from your HP fan. I always felt that when I was watching the guardianship, I coincided with Xiao Han's ideas, so I thought that the author Da Da should be similar to me in some ideas. When I entered the column and saw this essay of Da Da, I felt a very strange feeling in my heart, because I also had that feeling about the "special power" mentioned in Dad's essay, but maybe the difference with Da Da is that I am not a good talker, and I am usually quite good at talking. I understand that there may be some problems with my isolation, but every time I say something, I still can't say it, which leads to the pity that I have few friends now. My spirit is pinned on the virtual literature in the book, although I clearly know that it is a dream that is impossible to realize. I am cowardly and selfish. I use this to escape reality. I write here, and there is no other meaning. It is just that these words cannot be told to my family and friends around me. I am sorry that I treat the comments of this article as a tree hole.