This is a record of the little things that happened over the course of my three years of memories. It was a passionate, tangled romance, and looking back now, it feels like a sneeze. There are so many things in this world that I know I can't hold on to, so I want to record them in writing. That way, I can keep him firmly in my memories for a long time. The things you've experienced, the things you've felt, the things you've had no choice but to silently endure, will all become your wealth, allowing you to observe the world and yourself with clear eyes.
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Hope this is not a real experience if yes I hope to bury it somewhere that won't hurt I always think God is joking about emotional matters But I heard a saying As long as we love passionately when feelings come, we won't have so many regrets when we say goodbye. There will be one person who will accompany you for life, maybe that person will come very late But before that, I hope we still have a heart full of vitality, a heart that has not been consumed by time. So Feelings are always public Love is ultimately immortal
The writing is very good, it is the type of recording of life, but it also has the so-called growth principle that life brings to make people grow up. Like a shadow, I can find characteristics similar to mine, and I can also glimpse my future or past from other people's lives, and then exclaim that it is true and relevant. The dream of a bookstore was also my expectation I like the light sunshine shining on my body I like the smell of ink floating in the book I like to stay where I belong Listen to the bell ringing again The door was pushed open I don't know who it is But I'm still looking forward to it looking forward to looking forward to A faraway place that even I don't know about
I wonder why all other articles are locked?
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Sister, I heard that you write detective stories? Really?
Insist on giving points to my sister and making arrangements for her
I really like this kind of writing