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Until one day, a boy who had a crush on me for a long time discovered that I was a long-term online friend. The boy met him as a girl. In fact, I have no way of knowing what they said. I only know that my netizen told me after that that he missed me and wanted to kiss me. For a moment, I didn't know how to face it. I only regarded the Internet as a medium and a purely objective existence. How could love arise from this? I panicked. I absolutely cannot accept online dating.

Where did this strange idea come from? Ah, it turns out that his grandma passed away a month ago. His grandma always told him endless stories about heaven. She said that in heaven, there is no need to work or study; to eat bison meat and whale meat; to drink the holy wine prepared by God for good people; to sleep until midnight; and of course, there is no need to perform duties. Since the only way to heaven was death, he made up his mind to die as soon as possible. Because he longed to die as soon as possible, he soon thought he was really dead.

A person's disappointment may be due to his poor memory. He has forgotten, so he can betray his heart; it is not because he has betrayed his heart, that he has forgotten. He had not completely forgotten everything in the past, but his memory was so poor that the past events were no longer profound and were soon replaced by new memories. He could only remember the laughter of the new people and forget the smiling faces of the old people.

As you probably know, I've always been a bit slow. Just like now, you told me personally that you were leaving, but I still didn't believe it. I can't accept that you, who could have been together every day, have to take a boat to Singapore. Maybe I will stand in the corridor, standing at the door of Class 9, and I will wait for you. Wait until you come out of the classroom opposite, and then we'll go to dinner or ice cream or something together. On my desktop, two silly girls were forced to wear gaudy national costumes, smiling unnaturally at the Butterfly Spring in Dali. Behind him is a beautiful and clean lake, as well as mountains that are too shallow to be true. The mountains in Dali are always so long and gentle, like a loving mother opening her arms.

Maybe I loved her too deeply, or maybe our relationship was too deep, which made me miss her more and more. I went back to Zhengzhou to see her again. After all, we had lived together for three years. Without a woman around me, I felt lonely and embarrassed. When I returned to the city with a feeling of seeking love, looking at the city, I seemed to smell her scent. I don't know if it will succeed, but I must go to see her, because I still love her in my heart, and no one can replace her place in my heart. But when I called the phone again, the voice prompt said that the other party had turned off the phone. I felt hesitant, bored, and felt like crying.

They say memories are beautiful, but who can experience the sweetness and bitterness of memories? We will both be the most familiar strangers. Neither your happiness nor my happiness is given by the other party. Because as soon as you open your mouth, the happiest and happiest words will hurt you. We missed it, we missed the time to meet, we missed the time to get acquainted, we missed the time to fall in love, and what we still have to miss is the eternal regret in each other's hearts. Yes, she just wanted to prove the purity of his love for her, but she didn't expect that the price would be so expensive. He used his fresh life to pay the price of love and bridge the distance from one heart to another.

In the loneliness of ten thousand years, I may want to meet you. The winding glacier and the cold snow whisper, waiting for love to melt my cry. In the hug that lasted for a second, it was impossible to tell who was crying, as if two ice ages had to burst their banks in love. Pain, no taboo, it would be a pity to cause separation. I dote on you and don't want to waste a moment of suspicion. The oath is superfluous. The colder I am, the more I miss you. I love you. Close my eyes and think of you in the wind, life is fleeting. Happiness is also superfluous. The more you have, the more you lose. Give it to memories. Love until the ice and snow. You don't know where people love you. It's very lonely...

Life is one process after another. After experiencing it and feeling it, you still have to learn to endure it and learn to forget it. A strange phone call disrupted my life and my heart. I couldn't find myself for a moment, and the voice on the phone felt so strange. It had been more than fourteen years, and I wanted to forget and let go of my hatred. However, when I heard his voice at this moment, I was still confused. The hatred I had felt was gone in an instant, only helplessness and regret. The quiet night hides endless waves.

It is said that there is a big mountain outside the east gate of Dengzhou Prefecture in Shandong Province called Penglai Mountain. There is a pavilion on the mountain called Penglai Pavilion. This pavilion is so magnificent that it can be painted with flying clouds and bead curtains rolling in the rain. To the west, you can see the houses in the city, misty and rainy; to the east, you can see the waves on the sea, which is thousands of miles away. Therefore, people in the city often stay in the pavilion with a cup of wine in the afternoon, preparing to watch the sunrise over the sea before dawn the next day. Not to mention this. But he said that there was a tourist named Lao Can that year. This person's original surname was Tie, with a single English character, and his nickname was "Ban Can". Because he admired the story of the lazy Can monk who cooked taro, he took the word "Can" as his nickname. Because he was quite an off-putting person and respected him, everyone called him Lao Can. Unconsciously, the word "Lao Can" became a nickname.

Above his head, the moonlight illuminated the attic through the skylight, and the skeletons of his mother and sister were still hanging on the beams, swinging from side to side. Lucas's mother and sister were also dead, killed by bombs. Five years later, they were killed by a bomb right here, in the yard of their grandmother's house, just a few days before the war ended. Lucas went back to sleep in his room. He sleeps in the big bed, no longer forgets market days, and no longer lets his goat's milk sour. He took care of the livestock, tidied the yard, and ran household chores. He returned to the forest to collect mushrooms and dry firewood, and he also began to fish.

If I kneel down to beg you, can you look back at me again. If blood flows from my feet into a river, will you feel any heartache? If I sob and cry, will you have any pity. You smiled at her, your smile as warm as the brightest sunshine in winter. And those smiles are my faith in life. I stand under the cherry blossom tree and watch all the brilliance converge on you. You are riding bicycles on the road covered with phoenix trees. Through the car window, I see the fragments of sunlight shining on you. You won't look back and see me alone behind you. I lowered my head and urged the driver to drive faster, but I couldn't help but look back at you. She is the only one in your life and you will ignore everyone for her. And I am just an outsider, no matter how hard I try, I am still an outsider.

The closest distance in the world is not before our eyes or an instant, nor an idea or an oath, but your and my hearts no matter where we drift. Because you know I love you. The wind will always stop where it is going. I only understood this after you left. After you left, a very small rain seemed to fall on the gray sky for a while, so light that it could almost fly. However, it didn't actually rain because no one used rain gear and the road wasn't wet. But there are only flying dust in the car lights, they are at ease and there is no danger.

Turning around, I met you, as familiar as I have known you for a thousand years, no strangers, no barriers. The scars of the past have become invisible, and I throw myself into your arms with my brightest smile. Don't think about anything anymore. In your boundless love, it's like you've never been hurt. Love with all your strength. As a result, I began to believe that all accidents in the world were intentional arrangements by God. Today's pain is a rehearsal for tomorrow's happiness. Turn around, the peak of happiness. Turn around and embrace the future with a smile.

Yes, no matter what kind of setbacks and hesitations we encounter are only temporary... Hope is always in our hands, don't give up hope! Don't give up on the opportunities around you! Don't do pointless things... We will always succeed! In a trance, I saw the child being called by a beautiful and gentle woman in the sunset, and then he threw himself into her arms... His gentle hands were as gentle as holding a treasure. Just like, I am as happy as Lan Bing is holding me from behind...

I was roaming freely in the star-studded universe, and suddenly a burst of beautiful music came from a distance. I looked for the reputation, and what I saw was a splendid palace with golden walls, with five powerful characters engraved on it - "Stars Club". It was so lively inside! Even if it rains, we have to move forward. After many twists and turns, we vow not to look back and let time drift like this. Even the lightning and thunder must go away. No matter how high the waves are, we are not afraid of being submerged. We must hold on to the sky forever like a giant. What a wind! Blow quietly and let all sins disappear with the wind. This rain! Let it rain as much as you want and let all the memories flow with the rain...

There are three types of emotions in the world: family affection, love, and friendship. Friendship can be given up, love can be chosen, but family love is a relationship that you cannot choose or give up in your life. When we are too busy between friendship and love to turn around, we forget about family affection. When we are intoxicated with the sweetness of love and friendship, we tend to ignore family affection. Then only when we need help the most, family affection shows its side that is different from other emotions. We grew up together, but when we grew up we seemed so strange. What happened between us? I thought about it in front of the computer for a long time, whether I was wrong, but where was my mistake?

The dazzling Internet is a transcendent world for people to enjoy, but some people say it is a "Pandora's Box" full of evil, terror and curses. The Internet has turned the world into a global village, narrowing the distance between people, but it may also form a new barrier to communication between people. It's virtual and real, it's a whole new world. Perhaps, while enjoying the great convenience it brings, we must also realize that we are strangers in this world. We must open our eyes to see clearly the mountains and ditches here, feel the longitude and latitude here, and then learn to walk here.

If acquaintance, knowing each other, and falling in love are fate, then separation is another explanation of fate. Your simple words: We are destined to be friends, but we are destined to be friends, which explains our relationship for more than a year! If you think about it carefully, loving you turns out to be not easy. You left me so cruelly. I vowed not to miss you, fall in love with you, love you, or mention you again. But today I accidentally bumped into you on QQ. I still couldn't help but feel a little pain in my heart. It suddenly started raining outside the window, and tears suddenly flowed out of my eyes.

Time flies like water. Over the past ten years, the sweetness of dreams and childhood paintings have flowed to the current situation, and life has suddenly become painful. Inadvertently, I found that my heart ached. It turns out it's you, and you already have someone you like. But I can only look at you silently. This is the pain of youth. The great sages have taught the world that love is the root of all suffering. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the end. However, I stubbornly believe in the beauty of love that ordinary people are obsessed with. Even if my heart is broken by love again and again, I can only swallow the bitterness in my heart with my mouth. This is the injury of love and the pain of youth.

It is not painful to give up someone who loves you very much. It is painful to give up someone who loves you very much. It is painful to fall in love with someone who does not love you. It is even more painful. If we are destined, time and space are not distance. If we are not destined, we will eventually get together and we will not be able to understand everything. Don't care too much about everything, let alone force it. Just let everything happen. Escape is not necessarily easier than facing, nor is it necessarily the most difficult. It is not painful to give up someone who loves you very much, but it is painful to give up someone you love very much. Falling in love with someone who doesn't love you is even more painful. If there is fate, time and space are not distance; if there is no fate, even if we meet together, we will not be able to understand each other. Don't care too much about everything, let alone force it, just let everything happen.

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. I once naively thought that no matter how far the distance in time and space is, the relationship will be permanent, because there is no reason for love... Love cannot become a tie, so we must choose to let go and let each other out of each other's world calmly. When everything goes to the extreme, injuries will hurt. In fact, if you have loved each other, you will understand that too strong of each other's personalities will eventually be a shadow of living together. Yesterday's happiness has become a trace.

On a late winter night in Shengjing, the biting cold wind swept across the land mercilessly. In the general manager's office of "Tonight's Emperor" nightclub, two young people of the same age but with completely different temperaments were sitting in the dim light, drinking beer silently. The man who wears a suit and tie and looks elegant and handsome is called Huang Xiaojun, and he is the owner of this nightclub; while the man who wears sports and leisure clothes, has a full beard and looks strong and rough is called "Heizi". There were piles of cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table, and there were empty cans everywhere under the table. It seemed that they had been sitting there for a long time.

I like someone. I don't know how I noticed him, but for a while, I would always meet him. I would be very nervous when I saw him walking past me casually or appearing on the same occasion. Sitting in the reading room of the library, looking straight over, it was him again! Such a pair of shining eyes, malicious yet so handsome. I know that men should not win by their appearance, but I was really conquered by his appearance. Those eyes can see a person firmly without blinking. The black eyes are deep in color, but the white eyes are cruel, and the eyelashes have a shy meaning. He is so strange. I like him.

Walking alone in the cold night street, drenched in sparse rain, the fallen leaves stubbornly drifted behind me, like the dim light lengthening my shadow, and my heavy thoughts could not be dispersed for a long time. It was a pitiful and lonely night. My mother's shadow follows me vaguely, meditating with me, floating with me, and dreaming with me. I always think that the passage of time will make some things forgotten, but today, nine years after my mother passed away, her voice and smile have become clearer and clearer. The emotions that penetrate into my brain are impossible to forget. The autumn wind blows away the dust, but the autumn rain nourishes my heart. It turns out that my mother has always lived in my heart.

In the winter of the 14th year of Jian'an in the Eastern Han Dynasty (AD 209), Cao Cao's army suffered repeated defeats in Jiangling and suffered heavy losses, and was forced to withdraw north. Sun Quan controlled the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. Seeing that the threat from the north was eliminated, Sun Quan actively expanded to the south. In the fifteenth year of Jian'an (AD 210), he occupied all of Jiaozhou (today's Guangdong and Guangxi). Then he planned to develop northward. In May of the 19th year of Jian'an (AD 214), there was abundant rain in the Yangtze River area. The big rivers swelled and the small rivers were full, which provided favorable conditions for Wu Jun's warships to attack. General Lu Meng suggested to Sun Quan: "Recently, Cao Cao has sent Zhu Guang, the governor of Lujiang, to cultivate rice in Wancheng in the north of the Yangtze River (now Qianshan County, Anhui, on the shore of the Wan River). The fields in Anhui are fertile and high-yielding. If they are allowed to be harvested for a few years, they will become a threat to our army, so we should eliminate them early."

When I was very young, my grandfather, who was known as a weirdo, passed away. Because he studied folklore during his lifetime, my grandfather always had many strange rules in the eyes of others: For example, he asked me and my cousin, who was one month younger, to dress the same way before we were seven years old, grow our hair long, and wear Tang suits that almost no one would wear; for example, my cousin and I were only allowed to call each other by his nicknames-mine was "Fire Wing" and my cousin was called "Ice Fin." It sounds a bit strange...

When I opened my eyes in the morning, the room was dark. After a while, I got up, opened the curtains and looked out. In the bright sky, a group of pigeons rowed back and forth, as comfortable as retired civil servants. "Why didn't a string of white smoke come out?" As I was thinking this, I suddenly felt a little funny: Why do I need to open the curtain cracks in my own home? Feelings are like picking apart the cracks in the door, haha. Thinking about it, he smiled and opened the curtain with two "swish"s. Standing in front of the window with hands on hips, I feel like I can see the mountains and small mountains, and all kinds of frosty weather are free!

Holding hands, really happy! I can feel the warmth coming from the palm of that hand! Why is it that after you encouraged me to speak out, the result I waited for was that I was a sign that I was losing you? Don't you like me too? Didn't you say you want to hold hands with me? Aren't you going to watch a movie with me? Didn't you sing love songs to me? Didn't you kiss the side of my face? That day you said that I always felt strange, and what did you want to say to you... It seemed like a dream. The madness, the grandeur, the unscrupulousness, the domineeringness of the past, but in the end, somewhere in a certain year and month, you suddenly discovered that it was just like a dream. Looking back suddenly, there was so much bitterness and helplessness hidden in that dream. We don't want to think about it again because when we wake up from the dream, all that is left for us is to say goodbye and be inseparable.

My mother and I are very similar. We both have our own dignity and pride, and because of this, we hurt each other deeply. Until I left home to study in a different place, my mother never called me. My conversations with my father always ended with her urging me to study. I write about my father and my younger brother, but never my mother. My mother never said a thoughtful word to me. An article without heartfelt feelings is dead, even if it has exquisite writing. Later, I finally went home. The care of my father and brother has always made me immersed in happiness. My mother looked at me, hesitated to speak, turned around and went into the kitchen and never came out again.

They packed their bags and went their separate ways in silence, continuing their respective journeys in life. Farewell to the army, no matter how nostalgic or regretful, for all of this, I can only pretend to be chic, treat wine as song, and talk happily with tears. In the seemingly careless days of bidding farewell to his comrades, the warm and romantic fantasies and whirlwind rebellion were quietly melted into doubts about reality. Leaving my parents' side and getting rid of the shackles of the army, I was completely in a state of uncertainty. I seemed a little cynical, but inside I was full of confusion and confusion. Facing life, there was no joy or worry. In silence, I felt deeply melancholy, as if I had fallen into a carefully arranged dream, and I was just being led by the whole dream, believing it to be true, and believing in the cause-and-effect relationship of the whole dream. The so-called cynicism had already become a mask to cover up and escape reality. Looking back, the glory of the past is already in the sealed memory. There is regret, but no sadness. Maybe this is what life must go through. After understanding the originally simple truth, I am left with a calm mind to reflect on the past things and people in the past.

When you are lonely, you will always feel depressed and full of knots. Humming tuneless songs and shedding unnecessary tears! Looking for your figure in my memory, I still can't escape the love network you gave me. I lose my mind and myself in the whirlpool of loving and being loved! Before I turned around, I pretended to be happy; after turning around, I really cried! When I cried, I knew that this love only left me with scars and loneliness! When you are far away from the land of your hometown, you will be more close to and tolerant of it. Rough and vulgar men and women, ignorant children and urchins, everything that once bored you seems to line up and enter your memory one by one, becoming more and more clear and concrete.

Those who are greedy for money and lustful should not join politics. Pride and luxury are hidden dangers, and the things that make you happy are often harmful to you. Don't be a proud and boastful son of a wealthy family, don't admire honor and wealth, don't worry about lowliness and poverty. It is difficult for an upright official to handle household affairs, and etiquette is also required at home. Be careful when appointing people. A foot high in your family and a foot low in arrogance. Listen to the advice of the elderly. It is foolish to leave too much inheritance for your children. Making a will early can reduce future troubles. Justice should be upheld and money should be earned. It is better to be frugal and persist in accumulating tens of millions of money. It is better to keep your skills low and avoid taking ill-gotten gains.

Once upon a time, there was a mountain called Gaiwan Mountain. The mountain was high, densely forested, and the terrain was dangerous. There is a small village at the foot of the mountain, home to more than a dozen families. There is a family in the village. The head of the household is named Yu Zhu'er. She is a widow. She neglected the man to death when she was young. She lives a miserable life alone with her three-year-old son Xiao Mingzi. One night... It was quiet on the mass graves. All the birds and animals had rested, and not even the wandering ghosts came out to wander. There was no sound at all. A crescent moon hangs on a dead branch. It seemed as if there was only this desperate mother left in the world, standing at the edge of the cemetery with a dying child on her back.

The five-star red flag rises slowly against the morning sun and flutters in the morning wind. This mass of red became darker and darker, and finally turned out to be as red as blood. It was like a fire, burning fiercely over the blood-stained earth. It is stained with the blood of so many revolutionary martyrs, and contains so many revolutionary martyrs' deep affection for the motherland... The majestic national anthem echoed in the sky, pulling my thoughts to the text "My Comrade Qiu Shaoyun". "Qiu Shaoyun is like a huge boulder, lying motionless in the fire." Qiu Shaoyun, a respectable and admirable communist fighter. "Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a picture to illuminate history." "Everyone has one death, which may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." Qiu Shaoyun's life was glorious and valuable. "This great warrior did not move an inch or even groan until his last breath."

Every day, looking at the hurried flow of people on the street, who knows how many of these strange faces come from far away and come to this city as if they are on an eternal date? No one can count, only these strange faces come and go, disappearing and reappearing constantly. Their stories are told over and over again and then forgotten. She has never believed in online dating, because the Internet is an illusory scene, and chatting online is just to fill the vacancy in her heart. But her fate is deeply connected with the Internet. They talked to each other and chatted with him, and she was so happy. As time passed, he had to go offline. To her surprise he would call her. As the relationship deepened, he made a request to meet, and "she" agreed to him.

Yan Xishan was a powerful figure second to Chiang Kai-shek. He separatized Shanxi and became king and hegemon. But his ambition was only limited to guarding the territory of Shanxi. Although he sometimes expanded outwards, his ambition to rule the country was not great, and he never had the strength to rule the country. It is worth noting that Yan Xishan had his own thoughts and theories. This thought is the philosophical thought of "Zhong". He believed that "Zhong is the ultimate principle of reason". Based on this philosophical thought, it was determined that he lacked the spirit of forge ahead and a strong will. Therefore, it was difficult for him to rule the country like Chiang Kai-shek and could only separate one side.

Human life is only once, and precisely because of its preciousness, how to make life meaningful has become a question that people have been discussing. In ancient times, a girl living alone in a boudoir had her destiny no longer in her hands from the moment she landed. Marrying, running a household, the same routine goes on. Is such a life meaningful? Nowadays, those powerful aristocratic families usually pave a golden road for their children, and it is enough for the children to just follow their parents' intentions. Is such a life meaningful? In the world of adults, there is a word called illegal. Some government officials accept money from others for personal gain. If caught, the consequences can be imagined. Some people hurt their enemies because of their impulse, but what are the consequences? Prison will accompany him for the rest of his life! How long is a life? Is such a life meaningful?

The man has always been very kind to the woman and takes good care of her. As long as he is at home, he will not let her do any housework. He can do grocery shopping, cooking, laundry, mopping the floor, washing dishes, etc., Quickly and well. If a woman likes something, she doesn't have to act coquettishly, he will always buy it as a gift. In his own words, women are meant to be loved. It was like a malfunctioning movie that unexpectedly stopped halfway through. What was frozen on the screen in the darkness was an unexpected scene. There are no words that are finished, and there are no things that are done. Only a melancholy blank remains.

I quietly stayed away from them and rushed to the sea with tears in my eyes. The cold water hit me. I know that my castle has collapsed, my heart has been buried forever, and will never be found again. The fairy tale is burning in my hands, swallowing my heart inch by inch... I know that I can no longer exist in the world of light, but there was light in my life, and I feel very satisfied. A pair of eyes floating on the river are still bright, looking at a bluestone path. When the water comes, I will wait for you in the water. When the fire comes, I will wait for you in the ashes.

In fact, everything is very confusing. I don't know if it is love, but it is light, pure, warm, and happy... I have memories of parting in my dreams, repeating Fragile Rose's performance on the stage, and the unfinished melody always echoes in my empty heart, only to realize that I forgot to say I love you a long time ago. Your turning back woke me up from my dream, and there was no trace of you anywhere outside the dream. Don't blame me for forgetting the day you left. The moment I woke up from the dream, the pillow had already recorded the tears. My pain is always resolved in your smile, letting me see that the beat of friendship is a beautiful world. You said that pain is like sand flying down, carrying a ray of setting sun and going away, but you continue to write about the years of burning passion...

There are a few egrets living in the deep grass by the river. Nanfang and I often go to the river for walks. Sometimes we can see them, sometimes not. We saw them when they took off from the beach by the river. Those white elves, they slid lightly in a free arc in the sky, which was beautiful. Then, they slipped down and disappeared into the deep grass again... We shouted excitedly: Egrets - We ran wildly to chase them. They looked very close, but were actually very far away. They are so beautiful! I just wanted to shout their names, as if I was taking off too...

On the first day, she didn't get up and covered herself tightly with the quilt. No one in her dormitory dared to comfort her. She didn't eat all day, and she didn't even brush her teeth and wash her face. When she went to bed at night, I heard her sobbing under the quilt. The next day, she ate today. Her dormitory classmates forced her to eat. Her eyes were red. I always said she was a crybaby, but she pouted every time and said she was not. On the third day, she dressed very coquettishly, walked into a bar, drank a lot of wine, and looked around the room with a very seductive look. Many people came up and said, "Miss, you are so beautiful." She drank a lot, and a man who was old enough to be her father said to her, " "Miss, I'll take you home." When she said, she poured all the wine in her hand on his face. When the damn old man raised his palm and was about to hit him, Xiao Mu and the others came and saved Lan. I knew all this, and I was watching from a corner of the bar. On the fourth day, she got up early, was busy all morning, and then locked herself in the bathroom for a long time. When her roommates kicked in the door, they all exclaimed: "It's so clean." On the fifth day, she started to study. In fact, she used to be very good at studying. After we started, her academic performance also declined due to my influence. This is good, she diverted her attention and recovered quickly.

The noise and brightness of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, are like clear streams, passing by in the wind and in front of my eyes. Warmth flows out like spring water. I have no extravagant expectations. I only want you to be happy and not sad.

The world now has more helplessness and deception, and less peace and true love. I don't know who else to trust besides my parents? There are so many abducted girls, the despair and panic in their eyes, and the screams of agony, which makes people feel sore in their hearts! ! The sun still shines, the stars still dot the night sky, and all they hope for is compassion and freedom. They are desperate! Fallen! I suddenly discovered that hope is so strong and slim. And sympathy and conscience are so weak and vulnerable...

Only when you lose it do you realize how valuable it is? I withdrew from the "third party" seat, and I called Su Ya and said: The long marriage proposal and the end of the road are already equal, do you understand? She said she knew it, but this time it had already been published. Despite the calls, I didn't go on another date. However, since the emotional road has been walked, there will be footprints, and the footprints in the quiet path are not easily trampled and covered by others; therefore, Qiuping, who has been in a relationship, came to the door. She used to be energetic, but now she is tired and thin. Are you sick? I said coldly: "Well, before the age of 40, people look for illness, and after the age of 40, illness looks for others." It is not far-fetched to compare the marriage journey to a stage in life.

Do you know her? Although you have been dating her for several years, you still don't know why she got angry yesterday. The relationship between the two is still tense and you always want to curse yourself... Don't hope to find out the reason from her mouth. All you have to do is - apologize honestly, and then, let's take a look at what you need to know about loving her... Women must be able to tell whether a man likes women. Women like a man who appreciates a woman who loves to eat. Women all like capable men; of course, if he has the advantages of humor and carefulness, he will definitely get bonus points.

In fact, many women look strong on the outside, but are still weak on the inside and need the care of men. She doesn't care how much money you gave her, but she will always remember the rose that you naughtily stole from the roadside flower bed and put it in her hand. When she is busy in the kitchen, a kiss from behind will make her feel happy and sweet. When you cross the road, if you on the left hold her hand tightly, no matter what age you are, it will make her feel safe. There are many women in the world, beautiful, gentle, smart, lovely... But no matter what type of woman, the mood of looking forward to happiness is the same. So they are waiting for a man to appear and for this man to be good to them. In fact, what women expect to be good to themselves is a very simple thing.

Love has not anchored in the harbor, has not slipped away, and has not stopped. Where has the love gone? Love has left deep traces in people's hearts as time goes by. Missing makes a fuss about this trace! It has surpassed all expectations and expectations, visited suddenly when people were calm, and kept pace within the deadline! The kind of person you love is the kind of person you are. Beginning to become mature only comes at the most painful time. The most comfortable sleep I've ever had was found when I was very tired. The most precious things you'll ever gain are only known when you lose them. Everyone has a sadness that they want to hide but grow...

Don't sacrifice love. If you sacrifice too many of your own preferences for love, then one day, your love will also be sacrificed, not even just love. No matter how much you love someone, you must choose to be loyal to your heart. Only in this way can you love with your complete self and get complete love. Now we are still together, just because of that agreement, we cherish every day together now even more. This feeling and this kind of life make us feel very relaxed: love for love, not love for responsibility or marriage.

The sky became overcast, making the description of autumn thicker. There was a pot of flower on the windowsill with a few leaves. I looked up and looked outside, hoping to see an imaginary wild goose or a red maple leaf. Everything outside disappointed me. In an instant, I felt that everything in the world was extremely boring. It made me fall into a deep sleep and quickly entered my twilight years. To me, the first love of life is poetry, the smell of fruits floating in the space, a film that I have never seen but originated from the orbit of my heart. It is not void, not fragile, and not perishable. It is a precious era that is difficult to hold on to, but is truly bitter or sweet, hurts the sense of history or is beautiful.