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The first moment of life is wonder. Why does the darkness in the world around us become bright? Why does water turn into steam? Why does the air change from mild to cool? Why are the outside voices so loud...

Give feelings a ruler. No matter when, the moonlight will spread the bright colors to the earth, no matter it is high or low; no matter where it is, dandelions will scatter their seeds to the earth, no matter it is barren or fertile; the angels in white in the SARS ward have planted a "love" tree in everyone's heart, no matter they are friends or foes; then, shouldn't we also give our hearts and emotions a ruler, don't let the closeness of feelings confuse you and my conscience...

The story is a small poem, with smiles and tears in it; the campus story is a fairy tale, and I will never grow up in the fairy tale; the campus story is a cup of multi-flavored drink, with the sweetness of strawberry, the sourness of lemon, and the strong fragrance of milk. The morning breeze blows, and the endless campus stories come to me... I have two myths, one has become my talisman, and the other is my performance in reading. Do you want to know? Let's take a look!

Over the years, in order to realize such a fulfilling life, I have intermittently dreamed some expensive distant dreams, intermittently written words that are not called words, been intermittently interrupted by the regrets of life, fell to the bottom, and refused any rescue, I slowly groped my way up and continued walking. This youth is no different from any youth in the world - the joys and sorrows of life and death in the years, just like wild flowers, burn on the vast road of life, decorating the dreams of passers-by.

Because of you, life becomes better. In life, some people don't know how to respect others, and they laugh at people who are ugly when they see them, like me. It was a hot morning. I was leisurely turning on the fan in the house, eating watermelon, and waiting for my mother to prepare the meal. Outside, the scorching sun was scorching the earth, as if it was about to evaporate the earth. The cicada screamed "Hot, hot, hot..." On the tree. The green leaves lowered their heads helplessly. My "little yellow" also ran back from outside and squeezed in next to me to enjoy the cool air. His long tongue stretched and contracted in his wide-open mouth...

A life that is not touched is a boring life, and a person who cannot be moved is a heartless person. I often lament the passage of time, but what about life? I often think, what is life? A sweet-smelling seed fell into the brick crack in the corner of the wall, and after a few days, one unexpectedly appeared...

She was born in a rural area. When she was young, she was arrogant and wanted to get married to a town with wide roads. However, she failed in the end and still married in the village. The man is an only son, and his family's conditions are pretty good. But being an only child also has its disadvantages. The next year, she gave birth to a daughter. In the rural areas at that time, especially in this kind of family with only one child, her identity suddenly dropped and she had to start living a low-brow and submissive life... Therefore, she did not love this daughter very much. From the moment her daughter was born, she felt that all her misfortunes were caused by her daughter.

Once upon a time, I fell deeply in love with it - the misty drizzle. I was attracted by its gentle posture and intoxicated by its fresh taste. I loved its tranquility and even more its tenderness. On March 15 last year, how many people had been shocked and moved by the song "It's Dawn"; how many people had been shocked and moved by the story behind "It's Dawn"? When the teacher played this song, the whole class was moved to tears. However, when every kind-hearted person hears this song, will he not be moved by the touching story it tells?

The seasons can be arranged to be extremely dim, if the sun wills them. Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely, if love is willing. Some people say that if college students don't fall in love in loneliness, they will become perverted in loneliness. I am not a god, so I cannot transcend the world; as a man, I do not want to become a pervert, so I choose to fall in love. Love and friendship are two words that cannot be equated between people of the same sex; but between people of the opposite sex, they are touching gratitude and feelings that are inseparable. Human beings, as representatives of primates, are not so inscrutable. In layman's terms, sometimes they are just incredibly mentally retarded. People often feel attached because they are moved, often feel good about someone of the opposite sex out of gratitude, and often have an urge to love because of this good feeling. Once a man gets emotional, he becomes a stupid donkey. And I was once willing to be a stupid donkey.

Once, he asked me if I divided my heart into one hundred parts, how many of them would he occupy? I hesitated. How much does he occupy in my heart? ? I answered him, accounting for 50%... To him, I was a mystery. He tried many methods and methods but still couldn't figure it out. He also said that he felt a little disadvantaged because he exchanged 100% of his heart for 50% of my heart, so he wanted to know me even more, wanted to know everything about me, and hoped that I would not have any secrets in front of him! ... Actually, I'm already very open in front of him, but he still doesn't believe me. The biggest doubt in his heart is how could I like him? Why are you so determined? And always accommodate him and always treat him with a generous heart? In fact, my love is really simple. I want to cherish him, want to be good to him, and want to have a good time together! ~That's it! ... I love you deeply and I believe you will understand! ... I have always believed that some things are destined a long time ago. From the moment we held hands, we made an agreement never to let go.

I have always thought that the life trajectories of children in the city and those in the countryside should be two "parallel lines" that will never intersect, and there will never be a day when they meet. It wasn't until my class organized the "Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart" activity that I realized that the fates of children in the city and those in the countryside were actually two "intersecting lines" that would one day converge at one point. In this way, during this event I met one of my intersecting lines. In order to help Tangzi Middle School in Xundian, a national-level poverty-stricken county near Kunming, our class teamed up with two other classes to carry out this "Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart" activity.

Life flows like expressionless water day by day, and the days peel off layers of sweetness, revealing the ferocious and broken true face. The friend's wife's face sank. She tried to persuade him with words at first, and then warned her outright, but her friend was as if he had been poisoned and could not return to the shore. Later, the two were at odds with each other. She struggled with him, stalked him, checked his mobile phone, and threatened death, but she still couldn't get his heart. Later, she simply turned around and resolutely proposed breaking up. Unexpectedly, her friend was confused.

Xi'an and Nanjing, Chang'an and Jinling, the ancient capitals of the Twelve Dynasties and the Six Dynasties, one in the west and one in the east, stand on both sides of the Huai River. The Yangtze River is silent, and the Qinling Mountains are silent, silently telling the history of the deceased. Xi'an has its feet on the Weishui River and its back on the Qinling Mountains. The continuous mountains have given China a solid support for more than five thousand years. The Yellow Emperor, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Wu Zetian... All the figures who shocked the past and present were crowded at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, including the First Emperor who was the only emperor through the ages. The yellow soil and the black peaks are the most primitive solidity from the land, an eternal tranquility.

Mai Shaoshao, who lost his memory after his ascension, accidentally tricked the Lord Shen and turned him into a baby. From then on, she embarked on a road of no return with cute children, traveling around the world, and tearing apart demons. On the way, I suddenly learned that I was the number one sister in the fairy world. The previous demon king was her sworn brother. Mr. Mai: The point is, who is spying on the secret of my love for Shenjun? Shenjun: I'm very happy that you like me. Mr. Mai:! ! !

It can be said that human beings in the 21st century are developed. With people's imagination, the "time and space transfer telepathic communicator" was born. During the long summer, I had been hit by strong winds, and this silence made me uneasy. Take a closer look at the love story between Jane Eyre and Rochester at Thornfield House. However, a strong summer wind suddenly struck, and an ordinary-looking woman from ancient Western Europe appeared in front of her. "Hello, I am Jane Eyre. I am the Jane Eyre in the book you are reading." "Is it really you?" For some reason, the excitement that should have occurred did not appear, but there was only a little excitement.

I'm in science class one. The liberal arts class is in class two. The strange phenomenon between liberal arts classes and science classes is that liberal arts classes are seriously lacking in male resources, while science classes are just the opposite. There is a wall between science classes and liberal arts classes. Looking across the wall, you can see that on this side of the wall, the garden is full of red apricots, and on the other side of the wall, the fields are full of cow dung. Don't expect to climb up the wall to wait for Hongxing, because the wall is impossible to climb. Smart people will rush to the window and wait. --According to our biology teacher, this is called the principle of complementary pairing. The corridor of the liberal arts class is always filled with impatient boys. Once get out of class is over, hold the little hand of the person you love and happily walk to the deep and remote shade of the campus.

My father had me when he was 40 years old, and I lost my father when I was 40 years old. My father suffered from cancer three years ago and died on the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival last year, just before dawn. Maybe my father didn't know what disease took his life until he finally left us. This is the biggest secret between my father and me. I don't know if this is worthy of the old man's integrity. I swallowed my tears secretly. The anniversary of my father's death is coming soon, and I think of this tragic scene between flesh and blood again. I didn't see him for the last time. My brother said that his father had specifically told him to try his best not to call me there when he left. What is it for, father? What a cruel mystery! I'm very sad. Mr. Yan Gang's "I Kissed My Daughter's Forehead" and "Thirty-Eight Lotus Flowers" were deeply touching. When I met Yan Gang at a meeting, I asked him: When Yan He left, did he want to see her daughter Sisi one last time? He said no, "She insisted not to see it, for fear of scaring the child and fearing that the child would be uncomfortable."

There are always many foreshadowings hidden in the occurrence of love, and the charm is always gradually apparent in the many seemingly accidental but deliberately accumulated impressions. The tipping point is to open yourself up in order to let the other person get closer. You must feel close to the other person and be close to the other person. You have to understand the other person and be understood by the other person. There is only one way for love to last, which is to let the other person know more about you. Under such circumstances, both parties can truly get closer to each other.

Angels are pure and innocent, but their tears make people feel sad. What made the angel shed her flawless tears, and what kind of story is there in the tears? Whenever night falls, you will always see a girl with long hair floating in a corner of the square. She always looks at the passers-by with a smile. The wind blows her long skirt, making a jingling sound. The most noticeable thing should be the various small bottles in her hand. "How much does this wishing bottle cost?" "Can I ask what you want to do with it?"

Over the years, in order to realize such a fulfilling life, I have intermittently dreamed some expensive distant dreams, intermittently written words that are not called words, been intermittently interrupted by the regrets of life, fell to the bottom, and refused any rescue, I slowly groped my way up and continued walking. This youth is no different from any youth in the world - the joys and sorrows of life and death in the years, just like wild flowers, burn on the road of life, decorating the dreams of passers-by.

Because I have a fiery heart, I lost the dignity and quietness of a lady and turned into a character made up of laughter and tears. Quietly watch the ebb and flow of the tide, laugh at the surging wind, run beside the stream of life, forget the heartache, and happily carve yourself here. In order to find the pure land of the soul, I carry a simple bag on my back, shuttle through the bustling crowds, and look at the dark green mountains in the distance in the gray streets, trying to find a trace of spiritual comfort. Even though there are green mountains and green waters to nourish my dry heart, they only belong to the spring with all kinds of charms. This short-term nourishment is not what I want. I need to suck for a long time, sucking the sweet clear springs in the ditches that belong to the text sentences. She is filling my hungry brain at the right time and inducing my enthusiasm for knowledge. I have no reason to refuse.

Without you, who would accompany the lonely girl in the dark night? Without you, who would this girl turn to in the turmoil of the rainy day? If it weren't for you, to whom would I send the letters full of girl's feelings in the long years? Counting on my fingers, it should have been 22 days. I haven't sent you a message, I haven't called you, I haven't gone to see you in my warm home. But without you, who would accompany the lonely girl in the dark night? Without you, who would this girl turn to in the turmoil of the rainy day? If it weren't for you, to whom would I send the letters full of girl's feelings in the long years?

Time flies, time flies. When the autumn wind picks up again and the red leaves cover the slopes, another birthday of yours is coming. At this time last year, I was so busy and trivial that I couldn't write a deep blessing for your birthday. I have always been deeply regretful. I once said that I would write a few shallow words for the beauty of this encounter and the sincere friendship. In this way, an agreement has been placed in my heart, silent for a long time. When winter comes, I look forward to the bright spring. When spring goes, I look forward to the colorful summer. When the maple leaves turn red, I know that the season I am looking forward to is coming, and your birthday is approaching.

Love is elsewhere. I think of this sentence when I feel lonely and helpless. It was impossible to go with him along the way. So I wanted to escape. I imagine walking on a noisy or silent road in the distance. Walking indifferently, missing him silently. Missing has nothing to do with love, and has nothing to do with happiness. I just can't help but miss it. Life is really not that long, someone said to me. Yes, it's really not long. It's just as short as a full day's walk. The only emotion along the way was missing him. I won't give up, I won't give up missing him. Whether he wants it or not. I can walk far away. Distance cannot block my thoughts, but it can prevent me from being trapped in the confusion. No one knows that I ever knew him, let alone anyone mentioning him. Not happy, but not sad either. Being alone is just a choice, like drifting in the vast sea, longing for the land, long-lasting and eager.

When I look back at the past again, tears in my eyes can't help but flow down. Quietly, gently, moisten my face and nourish my heart. Then, he fell heavily to the ground, and the past was carried by the wind. Only then did I realize that I had really lost her - the girl in my dream.

After reading this book, I feel that for thousands of years, human beings have tried their best to pursue the art of immortality, but they have always been unable to solve the mystery of life. What are the fundamental factors that govern human growth, development, reproduction, and aging? Why do some people live long lives while others die young due to genetic diseases? Why do the same medicines treat the same disease, but the effects vary from person to person? Why do some people get fat easily while others don't get fat when they eat the same food? They have been described one by one in this book.

Seeing is believing, hearing is believing, but in today's society and the people around us, how do we distinguish between truth and falsehood? The hypocrisy you mentioned is a common phenomenon. Some people have no choice but to become hypocritical in order to survive, and some people become hypocritical for self-interest. There are many hypocritical people who do things that go against their own conscience and against their own wishes. Therefore, even if we have seen through all kinds of life, we still live on this round earth after all. We should make peace with what we have come to and correct our mentality. As long as we don't feel guilty! There is no real right or wrong in this world, it's just that people's standpoints on assessing right and wrong are different.

In fact, if you love someone, give him the freedom to accept; give him the freedom to reject; give him the freedom to love; give him the freedom not to love; if love is a seed, this opportunity I gave him may be fertile ground for his growth! If love is a lonely boat, this opportunity I gave him may be his permanent harbor! If love is a wandering heart, this opportunity I gave you may be his eternal warm home! Don't refuse the arrival of love easily. Giving the person who loves you a chance is giving yourself a chance to be happy.

Falling in love with him was destined to be a young and humble secret love from the beginning. He was so tall, and he danced with such a dashing grace that he captivated the hearts of many young girls. And she was just a little flower that was as low as the dust. She was neither tall nor beautiful, and she was not very troublesome. She was crowded among a group of people who admired him. She was as small as a grain of sand. He never even looked at her. But she willingly worked as a logistics supporter for the basketball team. As long as he participated in the game, she would never miss a game. In fact, she had no big expectations. She just wanted to give him a bottle of water when he was thirsty, a towel when he sweated, keep an eye on his clothes, and applaud him every time he scored...

There is no need to sigh at the ruthlessness of the years, no need to complain about the hardships along the way. After going through the vicissitudes of moving forward and carrying it, and after the wash and baptism of the years, the most beautiful things will come. In nature, where life is endless and everything changes, every species has its own most beautiful moments, the most memorable moments, which no one can replace, and which no one can replace. Then, there is satisfaction and learning to be content. Like. It's like standing by the water. Looking at the grandeur, I stretched out my hand, and what I touched turned out to be just an illusion. But it continues on its own, born and destroyed on its own, without rest or disturbance. The persistence and sadness of staring at the water cannot be explained.

When the person who loves you and the person you love are in front of you, who will you choose? This is a problem and a temptation, because people often lose themselves easily in the face of love. Do you love the person who loves you? Does the person you love love you? If it was just one-sided love, who would you choose? I once loved someone deeply, and because of him, I lost someone who loved me. I always thought that what I chose was my true love, and what I could rely on was true love. I care about the person I love very much. I can be cold and warm for him, guard him and miss him...

Cherry red lips, ebony hair, and a pure white heart make up a princess as beautiful as snow. From time to time, I see her standing figure on the title page of the Brothers Grimm's fairy tale collection. It seems that everyone recognizes that she is an irreplaceable authoritative figure because she is the witness of classic love. Wearing bulky wooden shoes and wearing a worn-out cloth apron, she lives in a dark corner of the kitchen. She is extremely ordinary, Cinderella. Wearing exquisite dancing shoes and a dazzling veil, Cinderella appears in the gorgeous and bright palace, captivating all living beings with her unparalleled elegance.

Last autumn, when the first fallen leaves fell, I walked into your world and was immersed in your gentle and affectionate embrace. Every sudden attack of inspiration, every catharsis of loss, every burst of enthusiasm has made me quietly merge into the depths of your soul. Although you are always silent, I know that the moment I come into contact with you, we have established an eternal friendship in our hearts. We have known each other for many days and nights. There is no need to express anything in words, because The boundless net has already tightly tied you and me. I only need to take a small boat to swim freely in your vast sea. You only need to wave a blue wave to send me thousands of miles away. Even if the journey is stained by the frost marks of time, I will still hold my sincere love and meet you to enjoy the morning sun on the horizon when the clouds clear and the fog disappears.

Only Snow knows how white the snow is; only I know how much I love her. A person's struggle in life always seems pale and powerless, because what he wants to make up for in his heart has never been made up for, so loneliness comes quietly every time he looks back. As I shuttled through the sea of ​​people rushing back and forth, I thought more about the encounter with love. They disappeared in pairs at the end of the road and then appeared from the other end of the road. They cycled through love again and again; they were left behind again and again, leaving behind loneliness. So, I learned that people not only circulate in life, but also circulate in love in life. What circulates is loneliness, and what is left behind is also loneliness.

On the horizon at dusk, the sun plays with the colors of the clouds, gently scattering the richest blue of the cornflower petals. On the wet grass, spring awakens forgotten memories, half lonely and half sad. During the summer vacation, my father and mother and I went to the world-famous Guilin. On the first day, we first came to Elephant Trunk Hill, which is the symbol of Guilin. Elephant Trunk Mountain is located at the junction of the Li River and the Taohua River. The mountain looks like an elephant drinking water with its trunk, hence the name Elephant Trunk Mountain.

It was dusk the next day when she arrived at the beach. The setting sun had not yet set, and only half of his face was exposed, making his and her shadows very long. The waves rolled, lapping at the golden beach, and white seagulls flew across the sea. What a beautiful picture! A bag of paper cranes in her hand fell on the beach, and she stretched out her arms to let the sea breeze blow. At this time, a miracle happened. A thousand paper cranes all flew up and surrounded her. She was so happy that she spun in place. I finished reading "Water Margin", an excellent literary masterpiece, with excitement.

The vast night sky is filled with bright stars, and they strive to add luster to this cold and lonely world. Stars are like humans, you are next to me, I am next to you, and humans are like stars, standing in front of you clearly, but you don't know the words in my heart. Friendship is so important. At this time, I was regretting how I had been at a loss in the past, and crystal tears had already fallen from my eyes unconsciously. Yes, I have... The power is out and it's pitch black. I write these words based on my feelings. In fact, the feeling of darkness is not bad, I can't see the heartache...

He is almost an admirer of hers and has read her articles since he was a student. Her flowing words penetrate time and space, enriching his young years and filling him with a beautiful passion for life. He always thought she was a gray-haired person. So that admiration is just pure admiration. By chance, the two met, and it was then that he realized that she was not his age. She was young and beautiful, and he fell in love with her as if she had drunk an ecstasy. He had almost no academic qualifications, but his career success impressed everyone. She was also delighted with his success. His way of expressing himself to her was to send flowers, pearls, diamonds, everything he thought could conquer her. She did not express her feelings and maintained a light friendship with him. He was still single at that time and she was already a wife. He didn't care and pursued her passionately and unscrupulously. In just a few days of getting together, he gave her almost a hundred thousand gifts. The next day, when the meeting was over, she left without saying goodbye. There were only four slender words on the note: Return the Pearl to the King. He looked speechless. He knew the meaning of her returning these things to him, and he felt extremely regretful and resentful in his heart. Regret was because he thought his worldliness had scared her away, but when he loved her, he wished he could give her the whole world: resentment was because she left without saying goodbye, without even the most basic farewell, which showed how much she looked down on him! They are both very strong-willed people and have no contact with each other since then. Soon, he got married and didn't love her, but it didn't matter. Marriage sometimes doesn't require love. In the blink of an eye, her beauty turned into white hair. He has a child, a girl, whom he likes, and has asked a teacher to teach her poetry and songs since she was a child. Subconsciously, he hopes that his daughter can be as cool and smart as her. One day, the tutor was teaching his daughter to read a poem, which sounded interesting to him, so he listened carefully and heard his daughter read: Returning the king's pearls both shed tears, wishing they could meet again before they were married.

Flowers bloom and fall, actually it should have nothing to do with the season. Many times I am confused about my own life and cannot find a better reason to stop myself from thinking about things that others think are unimportant. The road is still the same. When many years have passed and we are getting further and further away from the past, we no longer pursue it. So I thought of searching for dreams, searching for a long-lost mood, to see if the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, and to see if the face in memory is still as tender as water? When the girl left, she gave the boy a Rubik's Cube.

Autumn is crisp and the sky is a heart-wrenching blue. Nowadays, I no longer miss dolls, and I no longer sing "I don't want to grow up"; now, I am no longer willing to cut my hair, and I no longer sing "Short Hair"; now, I am no longer upset, and I no longer sing "End of the World". In this season, my heart seems to be still, quiet and distant; under this sky, my thoughts are flying, heavy and long. Returning to the clouds without a trace, a vicissitudes of memories; I have a master in my heart, the secret to finding myself. The sky is cloudy and the flowers are blooming and falling in front of the courtyard. Recall the past, meditate on the present, and explore the Ming Dynasty.

Happiness? What is happiness? What is the color and appearance of the happiness you have been pursuing? Looking back suddenly, I found that so many simple things around me are the happiness we pursue and want... Among geometric figures, there is a distinctive figure, and its name is circle. Our life is like a circle. People keep turning and turning around their own circle every day, until the moment when life stops. Everyone's life circle is different. Everyone will have their own life circle. No one can understand and understand people in another life circle. The difficulties and pains of every kind of life can only be savored by those who live this kind of life. This is an eternal law.

But you owe me happiness... When I heard Faye Wong chanting this sentence in a low voice, A'Zhu's flower-like smile was gradually fading by the Xiaojing Lake next to the Bluestone Bridge, and Qiao Feng was crying in the torrential night rain. You give me protection, and I give you blessings. You, a hero, need ambition, but you owe me happiness, what can you do to make up for it. In the end, the cattle and sheep were stuffed and the promise was made empty. Empty promises, empty promises, happiness is never completed. After Qiaojun gave Xu Fei a deep hug, she turned and left. The deep love remains unchanged but the alliance remains cold. After all, it was just a little bit off, and happiness disappeared in the blink of an eye. From then on, a person would close the door and turn off the lights by himself every day. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, it's just that one person's warmth is missing in the cold night, but the happiness is no longer complete. Lixiang left early before Wanzhi made a decision. She loved Wanzhi so deeply and purely, but Wanzhi could never bear her happiness. So she let go, she left, she said she had no regrets, and she still smiled beautifully on the streets of Tokyo three years later. It's just that during that period of youth, I was let down by the man named Wan Zhi, and there were traces of loneliness in my heart. Chen Jialuo didn't want to let down the world, so he let down his beauty. One died because of his beauty, and the other died because of his loneliness. Maybe his fate has been doomed for a long time. On that destined road, there is no preset love and happiness.

Love is a double-edged sword. When it hurts others, it also hurts yourself. Use the most vicious words to ruin my last happiness. I watched silently as you fell into a ridiculous love, fell into the abyss and became speechless. They promised to stay together, a bloody contract, but in the end they turned around silently. As the years go by, a person walks on the street, facing endless darkness, eternal sadness, and eternal loneliness. The road is endless, and everyone only sees the gorgeous side of this world, but forgets that love is just an illusion, like an insect lingering in a cocoon shell, dancing tonight and then being buried peacefully. A sandstorm buried me deeply under the earth. I was whining, and the raised dust choked my throat, so my voice became a sob. For many years, I quietly watched the passing people coming and going in the sea of ​​people, listened to the silence of the water and the moon, and closed my heart tightly. Be a woman who does not talk about love, sit quietly on the green lotus, not turbid, not demonic, not violent. The night was eerily silent, with only the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind roaring. Too many beautiful things in the mirror are always looked forward to in hesitation, and then turned into ashes in the expectation. Afraid of getting hurt, avoiding all worldly love. I hate the lingering loneliness, but I enjoy the feeling of loneliness. Wandering around the corner of time, each scene is like a behind-the-scenes shot of a failed shoot. I woke up in the middle of the night, and a drop of clear tears fell down, standing at the window, only saying nothing.

I forgot how many times I woke up from my dreams in the middle of the night. I heard a strange sound coming from the next room, as if a truck was slowly starting and making a low roar. I don't know if it's my auditory hallucination or the rumbling in my head. In the hazy consciousness of half-dream and half-awake, I struggled to open my eyes, letting the boundless darkness fill my field of vision. It was like a huge sinking river, surging and surging, taking away all the light and hope. Infinitely absorb the only warm blood left in the body, which is the last place of warmth.

Love is beautiful, even though your love may not be touching; people in love are all beautiful, even though you may be ordinary. Shu Ting once described such a scene: On the street, a serene old woman and a calm old man were smiling, approaching face to face from different directions, and then they were smiling, standing nose to nose, hands tightly tied together, the sun setting behind them dyed their hair and smiles a warm yellow, and the people around them were dyed warm by their happiness.

A Chinese female writer visiting the United States met an old lady selling flowers on the streets of New York. The old lady's clothes were quite shabby, and her body looked very weak, but she had a peaceful and happy expression on her face. The female writer picked a flower and said, "You look very optimistic." "Why not? Everything is so beautiful." "You are really open to troubles." The female writer said casually. The old lady's answer surprised the female writer: "When Jesus was crucified on Friday, it was the worst day in the world, but Easter was three days later. So, when I encounter misfortune, I will wait three days and everything will return to normal."

The concept and framework of the long novel, the agility and plot of the short story, the careful refining of the text, and the nutritious cultural snacks will give you value-for-money enjoyment and wonderful moments! This book is a carefully selected collection of 30 text message short stories based on the currently popular mobile phone novels. The book omits all unnecessary punctuation marks and watermarks, making the text more concise and with a stronger sense of rhythm. Although there are not many selected articles, they will definitely bring you high-efficiency, high-quality, and high-grade reading enjoyment, allowing you to truly appreciate the elegance of mobile novels. Short free time, cool writing fun, a real pop culture snack!

There is no domineering tiger, but the momentum of the independent cliff howling at the moon is enough to shock the world; there is no elegant figure of the eagle, but the leap in the air when it pounces on food is enough to make the opponent fly away; it does not have the charm of the fox, but the figure galloping in the snowfield with the falling snow is stunning; it does not have the tyranny of the cheetah, but once it sets eyes on the prey, it must be killed even if it has to be followed for days and nights. This is the wolf. He maintains a hundred thousand vigilance in his seemingly careless casualness, and his green eyes always reveal loneliness and pride, always wailing at the moon... This book is a wonderful book about wolves. It allows readers to feel the breath of the wolf from every chapter and every detail in the book, making every capillary in the body expand a hundred times, making the blood flow like a tide; making every nerve ending in the body tense and ready, and letting the soul be cleansed like the wind...

Unfortunately, it was another annoying weekend. My parents were out, but I was still the only one left at home. I had nothing to do, so I ran to the balcony, casually playing with the petals of the bright roses with both hands, while looking boredly at the people coming and going on the street downstairs, and at the endless flow of cars. In a season when everything revives and spring flowers bloom, when everyone is still immersed in the joy of spring. Because an inexplicable disease continued to spread in Beijing, which was later confirmed to be SARS, a war without gunpowder began in Beijing. A layer of fear enveloped the sky above Beijing. Everyone took various protective measures to ensure their own safety. The distance between people began to increase, as if everyone was independent. In this war without gunpowder, each of us has learned a lesson, and we all know how to cherish health and build civilization. Some of them have left this world, their families, their parents or their children because of SARS. This tragedy continues to unfold. It turns an originally beautiful season into a sad one. I think everyone will remember this spring of 2003.

When I was in college, I was lucky enough to fall in love with a beautiful girl named Wu. I was very scared at that time, afraid that I would not be able to support her. Later, I discovered that not only did she have a small appetite, but she was also easy-going despite her noble birth and graceful nature: she would often collect my dirty and smelly underwear, shoes and socks and wash them extremely clean, and she would always spray them with some weird fragrance. I feel that living with a beautiful girl is not that difficult. A pair of young people fell in love for a long time and got married. One day, a man wanted to buy a ring for a woman. When she walked into the shopping mall and saw the dazzling array of gold and silver jewelry, she hesitated for a long time and said hesitantly: "I don't want this, buy me a pager."