Little Things in a Small Town

Elder brother. . . You are really suitable for writing short stories. . . . So talented!

Life is like a boat, there are always strong winds and waves, but you still have to believe that there will be more magnificent colors in the distance.

I... Life is already very heavy, so it would be better to read fairy tales

Life is like a gorgeous robe, covered with lice. I don't know what kind of mood Zhang Ailing had when she said this. However, whenever I see this sentence, I always feel a lot of helplessness and sadness in my heart, but I can't escape and can only face it. It's not about being strong, it's about having to do something. Life never stops for anyone. If you want to live, you can only keep up with the pace. No matter how many blisters you have on your feet or how painful your legs are. If you don't keep up, you will die. In order to live, we have to live. Then, solve the solvable problems in life and reluctantly accept the unsolvable problems, such as birth, old age, illness and death; such as life, separation and death. The person you have a crush on seems to have a new lover. No matter how bitter your heart is, you have to put on a smile that "has nothing to do with me" and say to him with a smile: "Brother, I have another girlfriend." Then, my heart felt like a knife, watching that delicate girl shyly hide in his arms. The picture was so dazzling that it stung my eyes. So, I looked up at the sky and let the tears flow back into my heart. Those tears were the salt sprinkled on the wound. It hurt so much that I couldn't make a sound. I often lean against the door and watch them playing lively in the yard. It's just that my presence is not included in the excitement. One is my sister, one year older than me, and the other is my sister, one year younger than me. Looking at them, I could only smile faintly. The remaining little bit of arrogant and pitiful self-esteem did not allow me to humbly ask her to give me a little sympathy. So, I put on a god-like smile that knew everything about the world, and watched them lively, envious, and at the same time despised them. As a result, I became a child who didn't get along with others. As a result, all the children stopped being close to me. They thought I didn't need their invitation, so they left me quietly in the corner, watching them. So, in the vicious cycle of alienation and being alienated, I was really left alone. However, when I realized this, all possibilities of recovery were gone. Lonely and alone, a person went to study far away and worked hard for his life in a strange city. Like the dancer who dances with shackles, he lives in pain. The darkness has swallowed up the tears of grievance. As long as the sun shines, you must smile. Even if you look at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, spreading salt on your scarred heart, even if it hurts so much that you can't speak, you must smile. Because life has to go on, even if the shackles are about to break the ankles, as long as you are still alive, you have to continue the unfinished dance until death.

Why can't people live a pure life towards the people they care about and use harm to cause harm? Is this really good? Can it be true that cherishing can only be said after loss?

Is this the society in the eyes and hearts of the film? As time goes by, the reality is so cruel. Each one buries the innocence in his memory with his own hands, just for the dream in his imagination, but what is the real dream? Staying away from such a sad place, maybe you can only come back when you can face it again, and the memory will become blurred as time goes by. . . It is undeniable that reality is a place where hope is extinguished and far away from the dream of a beautiful yesterday. . . . [Nonsense ING]

So... Zou Lili... Is the name of my high school classmate!!!!!!!

I was deeply shocked after reading it. I feel that this article shows a lot of reality mixed with dream colors in front of me. I like Zhang Xiaomu. I also like Miss Xia. I think this is what reality looks like.

Still filled with sadness. . . Two people who love each other, but love is so difficult, Muzi and Muqiu finally meet under the spring and will never be separated. . . But what about Miss Xia's love? . . . She is the protagonist, but also a passerby. . .

So, I am the sofa? The writing style of Monster is really good.