I Possess Boundless Beauty

The person I once liked majored in remote sensing, and I thought he was very, very, very, very awesome! I really couldn't help but get involved, and I couldn't stop my unbridled association ability! I felt sweet at the same time, but I couldn't bear to look at him. I think you can see a bit of him in Cheng Younian. He has a sharp tongue, is smart, and speaks sharply. ?? Actually, it's not just Cheng Younian. After him, I have an additional ability: to be the first to find those boys wearing glasses who seem quiet and shy in the crowd. What do you say? The defense is broken. A liberal arts woman who seems carefree but is actually full of emotions, and a straight man from science and engineering who seems shy and quiet but is actually sharp-tongued. ? I'm sorry, I tried, but I couldn't beat the monster inside that feeds on sensitivity and fear. It was the first time in my life that I met such a person. I was filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, while he was happy and surprised. He asked me: What color do I like? I replied: yellow, red, blue, purple, and recently I like green and ginger? It has always been okay. He replied: Are you so fickle? He asked me: What songs do you like? I can share five or six songs at once. Seeing the poster I posted about Kobe, he asked: Do you like basketball? I replied: It's okay, mainly because I like the Black Mamba spirit. When he travels, he pays attention to time and route planning; I am casual, indifferent, and like the state of "always being on the road with someone" and looking forward to the unexpected; he walks by his sense of space and can quickly and accurately find the shortest route; I walk by feeling, and a road can lead to different feelings, different people, and different moods. For the first time, I felt that boys and girls were species from two different planets. I'm curious about his planet. What does it feel like? It's the mouthful of popping candy that I sucked on when I was little, it's the final math question that I racked my brains to solve, it's a book that doesn't want to skip pages, I want him to be the audience of countless romances, poems and songs, I want to shout to him unscrupulously, "I'm eyeing you, and I'm telling you, you're done!", I want to encircle the "land" to be cute. I wanted to bite him on his arm and leave symmetrical incisor marks. Think of two troublemakers or explorers trying out lots of weird ideas together. In short, I want to show him the colorful world in my eyes. But, what else did I think of? The needle that was about to prick me when I had a cold, the embarrassment of walking home alone in the dark, the feeling of falling and panic when I fell into the water for the first time. In his eyes, I am emotional, fickle, and impulsive. I also find him unpredictable. Continuing is like being trapped in the dark night, and the sense of hesitation spreads everywhere; losing is too regretful, and the loss is like a wave sweeping over me, and I can't resist it. Is liking him a fickle thing? I don't know. I observe the world with "feelings", whether good or bad. My world is like flowing clouds. I appreciate the ever-changing scenery every moment, and then use my experience to mark and shape the important things one by one into stars, hanging in my starry sky. I don't know, should I mark him as the biggest star? Or just integrate him into the depth of the starry sky, and every time I look up, I will feel the deepest emotion. Why do I have so many feelings? Watching humanistic documentaries makes my eyes wet, watching the dance "Eastern Walker" makes me cry, watching touching Chinese characters makes me cry like a dog, watching emotional movies even wastes several packets of paper. Because countless figures passed through my mind, and countless stories I read all merged into unspeakable emotions. The psychological counselor said: "Everyone's inner world is an ink painting, and yours is more colorful." They really exist, and I choose to accept them, so I accept the pain and happiness together. Now, he and I are separated and walking on different roads. I have my own life lessons to study. The relationship the two of us built together is ultimately a bit heavier, but separation is not inconsistent with love. And I believe that my world can accompany me through the long years, and maybe I will meet my "Cheng Younian". He is so good, he will definitely have a safe future, and he will meet his "Zhao tide". Reinterpret "One is different from the other, everyone is happy". "Morning and evening, year after year." However, if I had to do it again, I think it would be better to be friends. Will he and I feel better this way? In short, thank you, the author, and thank you for your support.

This is the fourth time I have read this book. I was really touched by their love. I have recommended this book to all my friends. This will not be the last time I read it. I will open it many times in the future and read it from beginning to end.

I spent one night reading it, it was great!

Why is there no extra story about Song Yuandao and Gu Xiting? I really want to watch it.

Finished spreading flowers!!!!

Do I have a fortune?

I've finished reading it. I've finished reading another old novel by Rong Da.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh good looking

After reading it over and over again, Brother Rong's new articles speed up the pace!!!!

The last film I made was very profound.