Toto

Insect. I suddenly understood something again here. Thank you^_^

Hmm~~~Cao Cao is right When did it start? I don't know. It seems that the days are getting longer and longer, the sunset is getting later and later, and the clothes are getting thinner and thinner. Little by little, these things come together, and the little things add up. It's like reading a lot of books and putting them into full play during the college entrance examination. Winter is gradually leaving us. The edges are fading away, and spring is approaching us quietly. This is a normal phenomenon. It does not need to be like success in the college entrance examination, which is worthy of celebration. But it always feels a little different, just like the things that we force ourselves to remember until we die lose their meaning when we hold them tightly. Aren't people more pursuing things that are difficult to have? The little girl likes the rag doll in the window, but when the mother holds it and gives it to the little girl, there are some noisy voices in her heart: It will be more beautiful if there is a bow in the hair. . . . . . At this time last year, I went to school at 7:25 every day and arrived at the classroom at 7:29. At this time this year, I went to class at 7:00 every day and arrived in the classroom at 7:05. At this time last year, there were many classmates in the corridor outside the classroom. Two or three girls gathered around and talked about mysterious topics. Three or four boys stood in a row and discussed the swords and swords in the game. Who held whose hand to chase the sunshine, who quickly handed someone a package and then ran into the classroom. At this time of year, the end of get out of class bell is like a small ripple in the river, and the river has returned to calm. In the empty corridors, occasionally teachers and students are talking, and then the students walk into the classroom with their heads lowered. They seem to be a very active child from last year. Who took away her vitality? Who aged her face? It's academics, students, students only survive to study. Will I be like this too? Xiao Mu thought. She often stood in the corridor when it was raining heavily. She was just the right height and the height of the corridor. Xiaomu put a piece of draft paper on the corridor. She occasionally looked up at the gray sky, occasionally lowered her head to write. The wind blew with the rain, which fell sporadically on her body. Isn't it changing? I agreed not to tie my hair up and let it fly in the wind, but in the end I tied it up because it was let down and blocked the light when I was copying notes. Growth is achieved through pure exchange, and the platform of maturity is the graveyard of childishness. Xiao Mu did not catch the train bound for maturity. Even if you know you can no longer clamor for dolls like you did when you were a kid, so what? So what if you occasionally learn to be quiet and not noisy? So what if you secretly discover the advantages of a certain boy? Xiao Mu did not ask for a ticket from the passing time, and Time, the old man carrying a big bag with innocence in it, seemed to be shaken by Xiao Mu's persistence and did not take back what she essentially owned. The rain falls from the sky, so mysterious. The transparent rain made me wonder if it really fell from the sky, or whether it was a group of angels living in the sky playing in the pond, overflowing the pond, and then the water slipped through the gaps in the clouds and turned into rain. The sky is so big, covered with dark clouds, and the dark clouds keep rolling. Where are they going? It must be a secret operation, otherwise the rain will not fall. People stop looking at the sky when it rains, and cover the sky with umbrellas. Those clouds took this opportunity to slip away to attend a meeting with so-and-so. But, as luck would have it, I saw it. If you have a chance to see me, please take me with you. Rain, mysterious rain, coming from places that people know but I don't. The earth is taking a bath and washing clothes. The green ones are bright green, and the black ones are oily. Small curtain Year A, month B, day C Xiaomu also likes pop songs, or more precisely, he likes those words. If wandering is your talent, then you must be my most beautiful pursuit. ——"Silk Road" What a beautiful follow! The yellow sand is flying in the desert, following the footsteps of the wind; the water droplets flying in the rivers are following the footsteps of the sea. Interesting chats between leaves and leaves, mushrooms grow on the earth, listening quietly. Mushrooms are the ears of the earth. The slightly cold air competed carefully with the cold air. Angels flew by, and a rainbow appeared in the sky, surrounding the passing angels. The rainbow is the angel's scarf. My favorite author wrote about the furry sunshine and warmth. My name finally came in handy. Although the characters are different, the pronunciation is the same. Originally, I only liked the name of that writer, like a gorgeous storm, full of emotions. But Xiaomu wanted to only like his words and leave him alone. This was not good, so he also liked him. So I had to make some space in my heart to accommodate him, so some things that I originally liked were abandoned, and then there were memories. Then one day, I suddenly remembered that I used to like this very much, but then I didn't know why. . . . . . There is only so much storage capacity in the heart. If you want to write something to keep it recent, some things have to be discarded. What you like now is replaced by what you liked before, and what you like in the future is replaced by what you like now. Otherwise, there will be no memories, otherwise there will be no sadness! When I was in elementary school, I threw things like this. Push open the window, put something in your hand, stretch out the window, let a gust of wind blow, and count three times. If the thing floats away with the wind, it will fly to the world where it belongs and leave me; if it still stays in your hand and the wind does not take it away, it means that it belongs to me and should not be thrown away. This is no longer done. Although it is very poetic to float a piece of paper when the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle, it pollutes the environment. Xiao Mu's mouth always twitches when he thinks of this incident. It turns out that he used to be so funny. After it rained, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the sun was blocked, but the rays of light shot through the clouds. I was so moved! In the hot summer, after cicadas shouted cicadas countless times, the sky finally got angry, yelled all over, and started raining heavily. Shocking! If something from nature touches my heart when I'm sad, my mood will brighten up. If I can scream like thunder in summer when I am angry, then my heart will feel much better. Xiaomu thought so. It had been raining for a week and a day and it finally stopped. The weather has cleared up, the sun has come out, and the sun is shining all over the place. Suddenly I remembered something and wrote it down.

Don't be anxious, Chongchong... Just slowly accumulate strength... You will make progress. You will make progress if you work hard. Relax. Let's see if your points have increased a lot... Everyone seems to be doubling it : P

Alas`~~I don't know either I just always feel like I don't have enough time I feel very busy But I don't know what I'm busy with~~ Alas~~I just finished the midterm exam~ The results are still the same~~ It's just that many students have made great progress~~

What has Chong been busy with recently?

So is Cao Cao~^_^ Even the insects have forgotten me

Bugs... Come on...

Even though she looked gorgeous to others, she only knew her own paleness. She found that she actually had nothing. And soon there will be debt. Touched... This sentence is so classic...

№1 Netizen: Xue Comments: "Toto" Rating: 2 Publication time: 2006-01-25 13:57:27 Chapters reviewed: 1 If you're not good at math, come to me. Dizzy~~

№4 Netizen: Si Comments: "Toto" Rating: 2 Published: 2005-09-04 18:24:39 Chapters reviewed: 1 Run for your own hobbies, not for others for rewards If you are only doing it for others or for vain honor, you will feel pain in whatever you do. In fact, as a good student, you will also feel this way I'm so afraid that one day the halo of being a good student will no longer be there. So afraid of falling from the top Relax and think that you are doing it for yourself, your own preferences, and your own future. No matter what you do, there will be no pain ^_^ Top Chongchong is Chongchong, the writing is really good^_^ If you're not good at math, come to me.