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Because we are young, we are eager to succeed. We want to be surrounded by flowers and honors. However, we will not refuse failure, because failure is the mother of success. When we succeed, we cheer enthusiastically; when we fail, we accept it calmly. Being able to take things up and put them down is the kind of mind young people should have. Because we are young, our emotions are colorful. We will not paint our mood with a permanent uniform color. When you are happy, sing loudly and cheer; when you are frustrated, enduring pain can be a good medicine to erase the sadness. Occasionally being bohemian is not necessarily a form of rebellion. Because life inherently needs to be decorated with laughter and tears. Just because we are young, we have so many reasons; because we have so many reasons, we are younger!

When you feel helpless, the sound of comfort and encouragement you get when you come home is family affection; when you are suffering from wind and rain outside, the feeling of getting a bowl of hot soup when you come home is family affection; when you work outside, having relatives waiting for your return is family affection; when you...

One day, I was playing with the polyprism at home, and I was delighted to discover that any colorless object could turn into colorful colors under the prism. Only then did I realize that many ordinary things in the world contain great beauty. The key is to be good at discovering it with our eyes. Birds fly across the sky, leaving a melodious song; fish swim across the blue waves, leaving a shallow wave; bees wander in the sea of ​​flowers, leaving a faint floral fragrance... Creatures show the value of life in their own unique way. Shizi is no exception.

Nothing can be exchanged for health. Remember, you only have one life to live. Please allow me to say something that many people will be dissatisfied with - ordinary people. Not worthy of committing suicide! The meaning of life has not yet been realized. But he even wants to deprive his family of their happiness! Study peacefully. Read the books you need to read. When you want to be sad, be happy to be sad, and when you want to be happy, be happy too. No one is more important than your life, and no love is more important than your respect. Being hurt means that you are not doing enough and you are not accurate in judging people. Practice your vision well. There is no point in crying at the wound all the time.

That year, a male classmate in the class fell in love. When he was fascinated, he could still work hard in his studies and come out on top, and everyone admired him. At the farewell party on the eve of graduation, his classmates asked him about his love feelings. His eyes softened and he calmly elaborated: "After the two fell in love, I felt like I became a peacock." Wow, a man calls himself a peacock? Everyone listened with bated breath. "The peacock concentrates its splendid beauty in the moment when it opens its tail; and I hope to always be a peacock in front of her, showing her my best and making her proud of me. Therefore, I work hard to enrich myself..." I was inexplicably moved. This is a man who knows the true meaning of love. He decorates the "tail screen" with connotation and dedicates himself. His love obviously contains the element of "respect"; and "respect" is the yeast of love, which can make love ferment into a fragrant wine. Now, this male classmate has already married his lover. I sincerely hope that his desire to be a peacock will never change.

That year, because of the molestation and slander from a Chinese teacher, I had no choice but to transfer to Gaoping No. 1 Middle School. Because of my innocence and youth, I fell into deep confusion and confusion. Either they start to think deeply about human nature, or they become more confused about growth. As a result, I began to reject everything related to Chinese language, including the literature I once loved so much. I started skipping Chinese classes, stopped writing, started throwing away the literary books I once loved, and began to hate all Chinese teachers. All of these are just related to a not so happy past, and the gray past that happened in adolescence once made me extreme for a time, and my extremeness also inadvertently hurt some people.

I have climbed the beautiful Huashan Mountain and admired the majestic Yangtze River. But I have never seen the Old Summer Palace that was burned to ashes by the fire! This "Beijing Science and Technology Tour" summer camp allowed me to witness the desolation of the Old Summer Palace. As soon as I walked into the Old Summer Palace, I saw desolation everywhere: some pillars were erected there, as if they were telling the various crimes of the British and French allied forces; some pillars were leaning, as if they were in danger of falling down at any time; and some pillars were lying on the ground, as if they were groaning in pain. In the distance, the wind blew the dead leaves, and the leaves swirled and fell to the ground, making people full of sadness.

In 1998, I was assigned by my leadership to work in Xinjiang for a year. That was my first time traveling far away. When I stepped off the plane and landed at Korla Airport, I felt like I was at the end of the world, and loneliness and loneliness flooded into my heart instantly. However, in a short period of time, I fell in love with Xinjiang and my friends in Xinjiang. You are yours, I am mine, and what is ours is ours. Time will pass, the world will change, and I will be here, or beside you. The bell rings, you get up, clean your coffee cup, turn off your computer, clear your desk, put your phone in your bag, and go home.

Carrying simple luggage, Yu timidly walked into the school gate, surrounded by groups of lively, bright, youthful and bright young people. The long-awaited college life will begin from now on. She is excited and uneasy. What will greet her? I am a teardrop, a teardrop of a star. Dragging its long tail, it disappeared into the night sky with shining light. I do not beg for my glory to remain in the sky forever, I am only willing to dedicate myself to add a touch of golden light to the sky at this time. I am a teardrop, a teardrop from the sky. Abandoning the quiet sky, running towards the confused earth, sinking deeply into the black soil. I don't expect to return to the sky in the future, I just want to dedicate myself to adding moisture to the seedlings on the land at this time.

There is my laughter under the green grass and fragrant poplars, and there is my sadness in the wind and rain of falling flowers. The bright pink and delicate red, the flying white snow, never stop painting and writing. But I still say that I love autumn the most all year round! Like the language of love, there is no reason to like. Maybe the reasons are everywhere. If I tell you, I will miss something or miss something. So I will not say the reason. I will only tell the memories and feelings in my heart when the season I like is gone again, in the season of waiting, and indulge in the boundless yellowness. I don't look to the sky, my heart never flies far away, I just pay all my attention to the yellow trees all over the ground and branches. Perhaps, at this moment, I have simply abbreviated myself to that boundless yellow point, giving up my direction in the yellow sea, just wanting to dissolve, melting into the sea, silently, no longer attracting attention, no longer having affectionate desire, and no longer having the ability to think.

Missing you at night is a kind of sweet sorrow, endless missing you is a kind of bitter expectation, missing you is a kind of happy sorrow, missing you is a kind of beautiful yearning! Once upon a time I read this sentence, "You become lonely because you miss someone, and you become gentle because you love someone." Fortunately, you can make me think when I am lonely, and you can make me gentle when I am gentle. Missing you is an inadvertent moment, secretly growing and spreading in my heart. It's like an invisible net tightening my heart, and I have no way to escape in the net. I miss you, watching my fingers jumping lonely on the keyboard, beating my flying thoughts, letting the care surge in my heart, turning into repeated ups and downs and lonely notes floating in the air.

Love is as distant as a dream, always chasing romantic love, innocent and sincere love, but that love is as erratic as in a dream, coming and going hazy. The more you want to catch it, the more distant it becomes like a cloud. Dreams are beautiful boring and extravagant things, feelings that cannot be touched, and love that cannot be ignited. The romance that wanders at will can only be extinguished silently in a subtle hint. The journey of life is like snowflakes falling everywhere in the sky, falling with the wind and carefree. In the mood and premonition, you can taste the withered and cracked traces of the season brought by the autumn of the world. In the seemingly ruthless cold snow, a beautiful and colorful future is hatched. This process is always slightly not lonely, always slightly unquiet, and the feeling of sweetness flowing like honey. The shyness that has never been seen before fills the inner world with indescribable heat, but the future is gradually melting and encountering in a vast ocean of emotions.

Many things can only be understood after experiencing them. Just like feelings, only after experiencing pain can you know how to protect yourself; only after being stupid can you know how to persist and give up at the right time. In gaining and losing, we slowly get to know ourselves. In fact, life does not require such meaningless persistence. If you don't have something, you really can't let it go. Learn to give up and life will be easier. Learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving behind a simple figure; learn to give up, bury yesterday in the bottom of your heart, leaving the best memories; learn to give up, so that each other can have an easier start, love that is covered with bruises does not necessarily mean that it will be unforgettable. This journey of deep love has not been easy until today. I gently take out my hand, caress your face, and say goodbye. I am really grateful for having you along the way. I once said I loved you, and I still love you today. It's just that I love you, but I can't be with you. Just like loving the bright moon, loving it but not being able to take it back with you.

You are lucky to fall in love with someone seriously. This is not something that everyone can do in their life. Some people have never had a true love in their life. She seems to be in love, married, and even has children, but the love in her heart is like a seed rotting deep in the field. It has never sprouted or bloomed. It has never existed. When I left home, my mother looked at me very worriedly and told me to take care of my health. At the end, she said, "Remember to keep in touch with the doctor." Laugh, I have no way to tell her, I really can't have any feelings for the doctor. I no longer expect a passionate relationship, but I don't want to compromise just because of age or his education. Just like what I told Teacher Yang, I don't dare to think that if one day the doctor wants to hold my hand, I think I will be very resistant.

No matter how hard I try, I can't get you to give me a chance - a chance for me to stay with you for the rest of my life. I know that you have been completely disappointed in me and have completely regarded me as a shameful, hateful, and pathetic person. Neither pleading nor threats can restore your determination to leave me without hesitation. I know and understand that I will never be able to win your heart in this life, and the pain and sorrow will accompany me throughout my life. I know you must hate me at this time, but you no longer have sympathy for me, because these two days have made you completely give up on me. You will no longer feel uneasy because of me, and you will no longer feel sad about leaving me, so you can really relax and live your happy life. Everything went as you wished, you finally got rid of me and fulfilled little X's wish. Everyone is happy except me. Maybe my heart will be accompanied by loneliness in this life, just as you said that if you love someone, you should make them happy. I have repeatedly stimulated your nerves in the past two days just because I thought you could give me this opportunity. Maybe you really despaired of me, so you chose to refuse. My so-called plan is just another way to keep you, and I know I can't achieve my goal. But at least it can make you no longer sad for people like me, and it can completely make you lose confidence in me. How could I possibly send anyone something that I would cherish for the rest of my life? How could I put something in someone else's hands that would calm me down when I was troubled? It's just that you won't read my words anymore, so you will still worry about whether I will really send these things to your "beloved" husband on August 4th. Sorry for making you worry.

I thought that the bird could not fly across the sea because the bird did not have the courage to fly across the sea. Ten years later, I discovered that it was not that birds could not fly across, but that there was no longer waiting on the other side of the sea... I could only linger in my memory.

Jiang Jie is a writer with quite artistic characteristics. The different evaluations of Jiang Jie's poems show that he is a poet who has a wide range of teachers and scholars, is eclectic and eclectic. Some of his poems imitated Xin Qiji's bold and bold works, while others imitated Jiang Kui's meticulous, elegant and euphemistic works. There are quite a number of works in these two different styles in "Zhushan Ci". Therefore, various comments have their own basis. But overall, "Zhushan Ci" has more obvious characteristics of a Jiang school poet. Therefore, among various opinions, I am more inclined to classify Jiang Jie as a Jiang school poet.

In such rainy and snowy days, if there is nothing urgent, people would rather stay at home all day long. Therefore, the streets and alleys of the county are much less noisy than usual. A group of people who associate youth with maturity, and people who are always pursuing the truth like a dream but are disillusioned. They tell young hearts that everyone's memory is the vast starry sky hiding countless secrets and reservations. In February or March of 1975, on an ordinary day, the fine rain mixed with a few snowflakes was falling to the earth.

You must be very surprised after reading this topic, "What kind of act of love is it?" Many people will ask this question. If you want to know, then just listen to me and explain it slowly. I'm a stamp junkie. Collecting stamps is a dream for me. Since I was a child, I have loved collecting various stamps. I am immersed in my own little world every day, playing with the hard work I have collected, and I feel very happy. My stamp collecting process is very difficult. The living conditions at home were not very good since I was a child, but my interest was never interrupted because of the family's financial constraints. In order to stick to my interests, I am willing to spend time and energy.

Missing is a kind of happy sadness, a kind of sweet melancholy, and a kind of warm pain. Missing is the long indulgence of yesterday and the yearning for a better future. It is in the endless longing that people's emotions are purified and sublimated. Without distance, there is no missing. When the ship's whistle sounds, when the train whistle sounds, when the car's wheels start turning, when the plane rushes off the runway and takes off into the sky, missing you begins. It is precisely because of longing that we have the joy of meeting again after a long absence, the surprise of unexpected encounters, and the toasts of celebration when relatives and friends get together.

Have you ever had the habit of turning on your phone 24 hours a day for a man (woman), receiving text messages from him (her) in the early hours of the morning, or unable to help but send him (her) text messages. When everyone is already asleep, you will send text messages one after another to express your longing for each other and feel the warmth of caring for each other? Have you ever liked being watched by someone, like someone lighting a lamp for you late at night, leaving a door as an outlet for loneliness, and always keeping a sense of waiting and expectation anytime and anywhere? Have you ever firmly believed that if a man (woman) really loves you, his (her) mobile phone will be on for you 24 hours a day, and this is definitely an important condition?

If there is no love, then there will be no creation and no life in the world. Without women, the world would lose the carrier of beauty, and a happy life would be out of the question. Therefore, love is the mother of science, poetry, and all arts, and the existence of books is also the crystallization of love. There is a poem that says: There is no such thing as a beautiful woman. This refers to women in general. Yes, when a woman enters life, she is a beautiful scenery. The spring water always flows into the river, and the river water flows into the sea. The breeze in the sky always has a sweet feeling: How can there be any loneliness in the world? Due to the laws of nature, all things must be integrated into one spirit. Why are you and I different? Look at the mountains kissing the blue sky, and the waves hugging each other; who has ever seen the flowers looking like this to each other: sisters looking down on their brothers? The sun hugs the earth tightly, and the moonlight kisses the waves: but what good are these kisses, if you will not kiss me? Life is sacred and life is beautiful. Anyone who cherishes life and loves life can get endless fun from life. But love is the most powerful. Without love, there is no joy and no creation. A beautiful life is brought about by love. We cannot regard love as an obligation, but treat love as the most beautiful enjoyment. It is a right, a beautiful feeling, and a moving flower.

I don't know why, as long as you are by my side, my heart is no longer uneasy. When I first saw you, my heart fell into your red temptation. You are so beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. Because of you, China is full of sunshine! From the moment I saw you for the first time, I knew that you are the woman I have been looking for all my life... If there is no love, then there will be no creation and no life in the world. Without women, the world would lose the carrier of beauty, and a happy life would be out of the question. Therefore, love is the mother of science, poetry, and all arts, and the existence of books is also the crystallization of love. There is a poem that says: There is no such thing as a beautiful woman. This refers to women in general. Yes, when a woman enters life, she is a beautiful scenery.

It was still dusk when she left, and the sky was still full of colorful clouds, as if she had never experienced the process in between. However, now is the season when the sycamore leaves are falling. She didn't wait for the day when the room would be filled with her photos. It turned out that turning around was so simple and yet so heavy. She seems to understand that her boyfriend ran away a few years ago. Her love, her uniqueness and alternativeness must have made him unable to breathe, right? No matter what kind of makeup she wears or how gorgeous she becomes, her true nature will never change. Like those hurt. This is all she can do, this kind of eternal despair. You can never give the person you love something called happiness...

On the wedding night, a woman packed her shoes early and waited for the man to take off his shoes and get on the kang. When the man took off his shoes, the woman stepped on the man's shoes. When the man saw this, he smiled and said, you are quite superstitious. But the woman said seriously that her mother said that if you step on a man's shoes, you will no longer be angry with men for the rest of your life. The man also said, and my mother also said that if a woman steps on a man's shoes, she will have to endure hardship and poverty with the man for the rest of her life.

In the early morning, a rustling sound woke me up from my sleep. I opened the window and took a look. Oh, it's raining! The autumn rain was pouring down, and the dense raindrops were scattered to the earth like embroidery needles, and like countless crystal beads, weaving an extremely wide curtain, the whole town was shrouded in misty rain. There is a large square in the east of Huanggang City. It is the largest and most beautiful square in our city - Oriental Square. If you look at it from the top of a building in the distance, Oriental Plaza looks like a large rectangular cake, or a birthday cake. The ground floor of the square is made of gray-white marble, and the neat and tall camphor trees on the east and west sides are like birthday candles inserted on the cake. A layer slightly higher than the ground floor is a green lawn, and the third layer is decorated with colorful shrubs in various patterns; plus red, yellow, and white flowers embellished among them, that is the most attractive layer of the cake.

Large tracts of sadness are pouring out wantonly, like the end of the world, making people feel fear and helplessness... Everything is fine, everything is going smoothly. I have been very busy at work recently, but I have made great progress. Even I find such progress incredible... I told myself that day that applause will always be hidden behind the accumulation of sweat. Then I worked overtime every day, then studied every day, and kept running forward, only to find that nothing can be improved as long as I work hard... During this time, I forgot about my family and friends. Friend, I even forgot myself... I don't know what strength supports me to work so hard every day, but one day my father said to me in the morning: "Daughter, let's have a meal together?" I felt a little sad in my heart... For those uncertain things, I have indifferent to family affection, indifference to friendship, and indifference to the studies I should face and the civil service exam I should take, and then rush forward coldly, not caring whether I will be in pain or not, not caring whether I have lost something really important!

When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind. The leaves have fallen, and autumn has come with them. When autumn comes, people become sad. The old "Fantasy City" and yellowed memories blurred the rights and wrongs of the world. Quietly feel the deepest tranquility in my heart, and the lonely voice bloomed little by little. With my thoughts, I gradually traveled back and forth in the past. I don't know where my fate will stay or which picture. In a small space, we can count the vicissitudes of life in the world; in time and space, we can carefully inquire about the coming and going of summer and cold in the world; we are friends, and our love will not change despite the passage of time; we are a close friend, who will be remembered in our hearts across the world.

In the afternoon when I was sixteen years old, the sun was not bright but it was very warm. I was sitting by the flower bed, holding a bright yellow orange in my hand, and my legs were swaying, feeling a little drifting. The golden sunshine slanted through my hair, and the warm golden color flowed through my body. At this time, I am afraid that only the snail lying under the grass at my feet had the leisure to enjoy the water-like sunshine like me. Maybe there are some lonely people in life who cannot be accepted by society. Maybe they are strong on the outside but fragile on the inside. They make it impossible for us to understand and we cannot imagine opening their hearts and maintaining balance and tolerance with them. But what I want to say is: understanding, like tolerance, is the greatest touch in the world.

The sea is always synonymous with romance. Those couples who jump into the sea to die in love may be much happier than the so-called couples on the shore. No matter the tide rises or falls, the rocks on this beach will never be submerged. No matter whether I see it again next time, the sea and rocks will never be the same as they were at this moment. It's not just the people who will keep changing. So, pick up the camera. I saw the light of the sun setting on the sea, chasing this way quickly. I suddenly became nervous and pressed the shutter with one finger.

If you care too much about each other's words and deeds, you will get hurt easily, like two hedgehogs. If they are too far apart, they are not warm enough, and if they get too close, they will hurt each other. When they are together for a while, when they are apart, it is often your close friends who make you feel hurt. The greater your hopes, the easier it is to be disappointed. After we are truly separated, we will think of the good things that happened in the past. Sometimes no one can be soft-spoken, and the knot in our hearts will become bigger and bigger, hurting people invisibly. More communication, more tolerance, more understanding, more courage, maybe the sky of friendship will be brighter!

Some people say that a friend is like a song. When you sing it when you are unhappy, you immediately feel relaxed and happy. Some people say that a friend is like an inspiring book. When you read it when you are unhappy, you immediately feel that your morale is doubled. Indeed, making a close friend is like finding an oasis in the desert, seeing a ray of light in the darkness, and finding the way forward in the dark sea. Isn't making friends a kind of happiness? I've always wanted to write something for him! But there is nothing to write about. He and I are classmates, just classmates, not good friends, let alone friends, just ordinary classmates!

Love is like a cup filled with water, and the water also adheres to the space of the cup. With the cooperation of the two, we can quench our thirst comfortably. Love is like water in a cup. When you drink the rest little by little, the freshness will also drift away. Therefore, will we seek new love? Love is actually just a glass of water. Its depth is not what you say with your mouth, but what you feel in your heart is the reality. And how much value do we give it in it? There is tolerance, understanding, sustenance, and habits...

Speed ​​can make those heavy materials float, causing them to produce incredible phenomena and effects. In fact, compared to people, this is not the case. The reason why a person can keep up with the times and always stand at the forefront of the times without sinking is because he has "speed", which is the speed of adding new knowledge, updating ideas, and adapting to the development and progress requirements of the times. They are always advancing with the times and always racing against time, so that they can be at the forefront of the times. In other words, only if you run faster than others and take bigger steps than others can you "float" and "float" and be ahead of the times. On the contrary, if there is no corresponding speed, or if it is stagnant, then others move forward and society develops, but you stay still, you will be like a stupid stone that has lost its power and will eventually fall into the water of the rapids of the times.

I have a younger brother who is my parents' baby. Especially my mother, she has true maternal love for her brother! But in my eyes, that is the doting of my dreams. But I know that no matter what, I can't get it! The younger brother is a "prince" who spends all day in the palace built for him by his parents. Especially my mother, who never fails to make her brother comfortable and happy. As for her younger brother, she takes good care of him from food, clothing to housing and transportation. My brother sometimes talks back to my mother, and my mother is even happy. It's really confusing!

Seeing the gorgeous brilliance of summer flowers emerging from the fireworks, as short as a sudden, like a shooting star in an instant, disappearing in a hurry and never reappearing, and the fireworks association gold disappearing in an instant makes people fascinated, sighing and remembering... We are the most ordinary group of people, we are not going to do something earth-shattering. To us, giving back is the most ordinary thing, but how many people can do it? The sun is shining on the earth in this cold winter, but it is not warm. I sat in class taking my final exam and just had to write down my answers and that was it. And my parents are working hard for me right now in order to raise me up and make a difference in society in the future.

A touch of emotion, a touch of sadness, a young man who doesn't know the feeling of sadness, falls in love with the upper floors, falls in love with the upper floors, the flower season is in the drizzle, in a touch of melancholy... "I am a girl, a beautiful girl; I am a girl, a girl who loves to cry..." Whenever I hear this "Girls' Song", I always think about it - people always favor boys over girls, and always think that boys are more promising than girls. But Marie Curie, Helen, Bing Xin... Aren't these female celebrities admired by the world? Girls also have the ability and wisdom to do great things and become a strong woman!

There is a kind of love that we cannot call love. Although the heart is pounding, the same yearning, the same joy of meeting, and the same lingering attachment, a certain norm restricts the distance of love. This kind of love can only be loved deep in the heart and cannot be exposed to the outside. At midnight, when I dreamed back, I felt tenderness in my heart. In this gentle feeling, I silently prayed for this place. Understand silently, love quietly, and in knowing the world, I will know you. Distance makes us miss each other, but friendship makes us affectionate. I am happy for your success and sad for your setbacks. Although we love each other, we can't call it love.

The last flower of spring has hidden its fragrant smile, leaving only the residual red everywhere. There are layers of withered petals in the flowerbed. In the misty rain, the flowers have stopped dancing for a whole spring, and the tired smile rests on the corners of the petals' lips. Wisps of rain gently passed over the flowers, leaving shallow kiss marks. There is a tranquil soul residing in every petal, containing silently cherished emotions and sadness. Every drop of raindrops flowing over the petals is like the tears condensed by the flowers to cherish the spring, shining full and full.

Henan Province, which ranks among the top in terms of agricultural productivity, is not far behind in terms of steel. After Guizhou Province released the satellite, it was immediately announced that on September 15, the province's iron production was 19,839.2 Tons. There were 8 counties with a daily iron production of more than 1,000 tons. Among them, Yu County's daily iron production was 4,396 tons. Just as high-yield satellites were released on the agricultural front during the summer harvest, the steel movement also extensively developed high-yield satellites. On September 14, Guizhou Province launched its satellite for the first time and announced that it would produce 14,000 tons of pig iron, exceeding the September production plan of 9,000 tons of pig iron ahead of schedule.

There is a kind of small tree deep in the mountains. It is short and short. In early spring, small fleshy yellow flowers bloom from the bare branches. The trees and flowers are very ordinary, but they have a heart-warming name: Dream Flower Tree. Ever since my mother gave birth to me, I have never known who my father was. I once asked my mother what my father was like. My mother has always been evasive about this question about my dignity. Finally, after I threatened to commit suicide once, my mother finally told me. Only then did I realize that my father had been uninhibited and unruly, loved freedom, and liked to wander around. My mom said that's what a real dog is. I don't understand. My mom said dogs have to be strays.

I walked and stopped to admire the beautiful scenery here. When I saw the beautiful scenery here, I couldn't help but stop. Because the scenery here is really charming, and it uses its power-generating eyes to keep me here. I was stunned because I had never seen such a lively and vibrant beauty. Its beauty makes people intoxicated, obsessed with it, and amazed by its beauty! "The gardenia flowers are blooming, so cute. I wave goodbye to the joy and helplessness. Time seems to be flowing quickly, irrigating our youth day and night..." Humming a tune, strolling on the campus paths, breathing in the fresh air, and enjoying the first minute of this world to the fullest.

Do you remember Xiaoting? We used to study in the class next door to ours. She was a very good girl in drawings and articles. She didn't like to talk much, was tall and thin, had a small face, and was very elegant? Occasionally, I met Ah Zhen who had returned from Australia, and we talked about old acquaintances from our youth. Xiaoting went to the same school as me, and she was recognized as a talented girl early on. She always keeps to herself, and she only smiles and nods when meeting people, because among a group of ignorant middle school girls, she stands out, and we all know her; but she doesn't have many friends, and Ah Zhen, who is also good at drawing, is considered the best with her. Ah Zhen immigrated to Australia soon, and Xiao Ting went to a good university. Not long after graduating from college, when Ah Zhen met Xiao Ting, Xiao Ting was living with an American.

Ten years of living together, ten years of love, all I get in exchange is the pain of my mind and body. Your torture to me is invisible, and your harm to me is invisible. I would rather you stab me with a knife to get this kind of pain more directly. This kind of pain can only be experienced by loving deeply. The moment a cigarette falls in love with a match, you are destined to be hurt! "Mom, I want daddy! I want daddy..." I have forgotten how many times my daughter has cried and asked me for daddy. I held my daughter tightly in my arms, my heart was like a knife: "Li Li, be good, don't cry, daddy went to a place far, far away, and it will take a long time for him to come back."

I finally remembered what I wanted to say at that time: "Dad! I really want to say I love you loudly!" You don't need anything, just give, and what about me? What I want to report is a heart that loves me! For China, the world's largest developing country, the coming year of 2003 is a glorious and glorious year, and China's take-off is proceeding non-stop. China, an ancient civilization with a history of 5,000 years, has experienced earth-shaking changes from ancient times to modern times. From the backward Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties to the Qin, Shang and Yang reforms, the feudal society lasted for nearly 2,500 years and then fell to the hands of the Qing Dynasty. This led to the Revolution of 1911 led by Sun Yat-sen until the founding of New China by the Communist Party. China's development history entered a new historical era.

Maybe God is playing tricks on me on purpose. Why do you want me to know you, so that we can get acquainted. Knowing each other... Knowing that there is no result, knowing that it is impossible and impossible, why can't I let go. I always have her in my heart. It's like a magnet attracting me deeply. If I had a choice, I would rather not get to know you, fall in love with you, or give you scars...

I often think that if God only gives me the last day, I will dedicate this last journey of my life to you, be with you, and communicate with you in a lazy and calm manner... Rushing into another station of life in a panic. Not knowing where to go, looking at this strange and crowded crowd, my heart ebbs and flows with the tide, and there are unspeakable words in my heart. Autumn, my best friend. This blooming flower of life embellishes my not-so-beautiful life. From acquaintance to separation, our journey is so plain, but not lacking in monotony.

This interesting and romantic love story that spans both sides of the Taiwan Strait must start with a 19-year-old girl Ding Xiaotong who is innocent, lively, enthusiastic, cheerful, romantic and quirky... On this day, the clear sky of Hunan with thin clouds, misty white smoke, echoing with the joyous atmosphere of loud drums and drums, is grandly held in the village. Ding Xiaotong and her childhood playmate - Lu Jin 's wedding, who knew that the originally joyful atmosphere was ruined by Xiaotong. Xiaotong wore a traditional wedding dress and ran on the village road. It turned out that this was the Nth time Xiaotong and her friend Sun Zhaodi had escaped from marriage. In fact, it was not that Xiaotong didn't like Lu Jin, but Xiaotong always hoped to have a romantic and vigorous love like in the novel. With the experience of many previous failures, Xiaotong can be said to be full of confidence this time, and she is running towards the prosperous new world she longs for in her heart, Shanghai, with firm eyes.

What are the forms of love? Very happy together. Not happy together. Not happy together. Not happy together. All of the above. Single choice, multiple choices or no choice? I admit, I like this description better than Chen Hongyi who has filmed many MVs for Mayday, compared to a novel and nice title, compared to Chen Qizhen, Zhang Xuan Tizzybac, and compared to Lin Jiaxin and Wu Liqi. Those love stories that we always have to cry for, feel happy about, be excited about or bored by, those in past tense, ongoing tense or future tense, those love stories are actually not complicated at all.

The endless tears of lovesickness throw red beans, the endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building, I can't sleep well after the wind and rain on the screen window, I can't forget the new sorrow and old love, the flowers that can't bloom, the endless tears, you lose weight because of your beloved... That year, I didn't get into college, I was discouraged, stayed at home all day, and was unhappy. In order to get me out of the shadow of failing the college entrance examination as soon as possible, my father often took me out to relax. One day, my father and I came to a pond. My father picked up some stones, put them in my hand, and said, "Can you hit the lotus?" I aimed at the lotus and threw the stones in my hand one by one, but I didn't hit any of them. My father said with emotion: "If you set your sights on the target, not everyone can hit it!" After a pause, he continued: "It's like taking a college entrance examination. There are many people who have set their sights on this target, but those who have set their sights on it may not all be able to pass the exam."