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In the silent street, the shadows of trees and buildings on the ground depend on each other in silence. The dim street lights are like a cup of orange wine, flowing on the road. She stood deep in the light, her makeup-stained face covered with sadness, and the perfume smeared on the inside of her wrist invaded her soul with the smell of fate. Love is really a kind of torture. Gaining and losing are equally heartbreaking. The phoenix can be reborn after being baptized by fire. If I could, I would forget everything about him after the fire and become strangers to each other from now on. She smiled bitterly. In the night world, no one cares about her loneliness. Forgetting is the best medicine that can make people feel at peace.

It's not that I lower my head because of dislike; it's not that I avoid your eyes because of arrogance; it's not that I pass you by because of no chance... Whenever the afterglow of the sunset is about to dissipate, I look at the purple sky, and your shadow appears in my mind. You always like to walk quietly on the playground alone, walking silently around and around in the sunset with white clouds in the sky. I know that you are missing your hometown and your relatives, and I use the light of the evening to soothe the sorrows of your soul.

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.

I dare not ask to be your only one, but you have invisibly dominated my joy and pain. Although you have told me countless times that the days to come will no longer be a corner where the sun cannot shine, but will the sunshine really belong to me forever? At the beginning, your deep gaze, frequent glances, impulsive holding hands, and trembling arms were all decorating my gorgeous and tender dreams. At that time, I silently made a promise in my heart: The only beauty I have belongs to you alone. No matter how the situation changes, I want you to know that after all hardships, there is a person who is willing to accept everything from you, who is willing to spend the ups and downs of life with you, who is willing to look forward to every beautiful flower and full moon with you, and to listen to each other's heartbeats together.

The interpretation of love by adolescent boys and girls is: first, they feel that his or her voice is so nice, and they feel empty when they cannot see him or her; then, every time they see him or her who is handsome, lively and cute, they will feel an inexplicable excitement; in mild cases, the face will feel slightly hot and panicked, and then the heart will beat loudly; in severe cases, the brain will go blank, and it seems that you will feel dizzy, and you may even be unable to sleep at night. The hobbies between boys and girls are like roses watered by milk, which is the beautiful incarnation of "super-romanticism". But this kind of love uses ignorance as a seasoning, producing a taste of confusion. This book collects short prose about youth and poems full of love between the lines.

Despite their power, many people are afraid to face the truth. Perhaps they fear that if they see the facts too clearly, they-or someone above them-might not like what they see. Perhaps they thought that as long as they stopped looking, those unpleasant facts would disappear, but the truth never went away. Because anyone who has studied philosophy knows that contradictions are everywhere, and they are not affected by human will. A practical manual that teaches you how to face reality, behave in a company, and be at ease at work.

I am used to being alone, looking for a corner to curl up in an empty room, and let the tears fall. After you let me go, I lived alone every day, and found that I still missed you and loved you so much! Some people say that the lost love will never come back, but I always fantasize about a miracle happening. I know I don't have this freedom and I can't let it go! I can't let go of my love for you. Real! My heart is only for you! ! Although I am far away from the city I used to live in, I still think of you all the time. Thinking about it, I couldn't sleep. I looked at my face in the mirror, haggard but with tears. It was obvious that I was in pain but I couldn't help but laugh. I tried to shake and shake all night long, thinking that if I made myself very tired, God would not let you appear in my mind... I miss you every day. Better than ten thousand years in the human world.

A distant fairy tale, a poignant love, a dream-like game, and a silent ending. I thought it was just a relationship in the virtual world, but I didn't expect that it would continue in reality, and our ending was so similar to that in the myth... Try to find yourself, live out your own personality, live out your own personality, and live out your own freedom. Chicness becomes the embellishment of success and the support in difficult times, which is the real flavor. You know, no one in the world can devalue you except yourself. Don't lose your individuality, that's what makes a person truly valuable.

The sun quietly poked out half of its head, peering into the sleeping earth. Jiang Xueer, a little girl in sixth grade, has been looking forward to the sun rising soon since yesterday. She combed her braid, tied it with a red bow, and wore that special dress. She went to her yard and selected a few wild chrysanthemums with freshly bloomed tender petals and a few diamond-like dewdrops. She carefully picked them and held them in her hands. She put on her schoolbag and went to school. One day, she finally got tired of the coldness and entanglement. She walked to the beach and saw the bright moonlight, the bright world, and the broad sea breeze. She felt that the temperature had become warmer, but her heart was still cold.

Every time I think of you, my heart aches! And I don't know when this pain will end? I don't know how long I will miss you and love you? No one can tell me and no one can decide for myself! I am willful, I am indulging my feelings, I am decadent, I am torturing my body and mind, I am punishing, punishing this love that should not exist! Love is a deep like, and like is a faint love. When love is close, it messes up the mood and weakens the mood. The story of love, the sadness of fading away. When the beauty left, I lost myself alone. Some fish have forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes, some birds have forgotten each other in the sky, and some people have forgotten each other in the world of mortals. Once you turn around, there will be a breakpoint in the relationship.

The color of youth moistens the earth, but the trees without love bear fruits without love. In that fleeting moment, the beauty and the ugliness are all gathered together, as if they are the sky, the earth, flowers and trees. It is no longer a miracle for everyone to see it, and for everyone to appreciate it. All of it has been very long, old and distressed. Outside the window, it's snowing again, and the snowflakes are falling down one by one, silently covering the little life on the lawn that doesn't grow with time. The world is quiet, go to sleep, because winter has arrived.

There is always a sound that can move people, and there is always a concern in the bottom of my heart. I hope there is always someone thinking about you. I always like to listen to that sad music. I don't know why. Some words are powerless. Emotional people are always unable to do a long-term thing with a fixed posture. Falling in love, sometimes what happens every day is a kind of repetition that changes time, plain and boring - he can't say a word, he only feels a cold air rushing up from the soles of his feet, trembling and unable to hold the wine glass, the corners of his eyes are astringent, one word makes him miss a lifetime of love and happiness.

Situations are like clouds that are constantly gathering and dispersing. When we laugh, the seeds of disaster have been sown into the vast cultivated land that breeds various incidents; when we laugh, it sprouts, grows, and suddenly bears the evil fruits that we must pick. I left there, left the place that held all my happiness. I'm trying to escape all memories of him. Maybe my heart is destined to be homeless for the rest of my life. It doesn't matter, I no longer need a place for my feelings to rest, my disabled feelings.

Since childhood, Tang Wen has had a paintbrush in his hands. My father is a painter, but no matter how hard he works, he can never draw a meaningful painting. He has been in the painting world for most of his life, but he is still so unknown. My father finally changed from being unwilling at first to being helpless later. However, he did not completely give up his ideal, but transferred this dream of many years to his son. He hoped that one day, his son would be able to find a place in the painting world.

I would like to be a shooting star and disappear in the sky. Although it only reappears for a few seconds, it is enough if I have your appreciation and wish. Although stars remain unchanged for a long time, they are not as dull as meteors, and their glory lasts only a moment. Therefore, I choose to be a shooting star, fleeting. Just like in your short life, I am just a passerby. You may have loved each other, and you may have liked each other, but for what reason could you not be together? Maybe he can't pursue you for the sake of loyalty between friends. Maybe you are not together out of consideration for your family's opinions. Maybe he didn't ask you to wait for him in order to study abroad. Maybe you met too early and didn't know how to cherish each other. Maybe you met too late and there was already another person beside you. Maybe you look back too late and the other person is no longer waiting. Maybe you are trying to figure out each other's feelings, but have been unable to cross the line. But even though you're not together, you still remain friends. But you know in your heart that you care about this person more than a friend.

I did not attend the scene in person and could not explore what the truth was, but I was really impressed by the light of humanity reflected in the two of them. When people are in crisis, they are willing to leave their hope of life to others. This is what we lack most now and is also the most touching flash of human nature. When our nobility is rubbed away bit by bit by the secular world, fortunately there is still beauty in the world to remind us that it is the selflessness of this world that moves us. The greatness and nobility of love allow us to get a little warm sunshine from our numb hearts. I wonder if a man can illuminate the world with his lover's eyes?

For a person, first love is the most unforgettable, the most heart-wrenching, and the most beautiful. However, first love is like a sour green apple... Ever since I first arrived in Jiangnan, I have been attracted by every bit of it. Standing on the bridge, you can see tourists taking a boat tour, while sitting on the boat, you can see pedestrians coming and going on the bridge, including women going to buy vegetables and old people driving cattle. The bridges have different shapes, among which I like the tic-shaped bridge the best. I sat on the boat and admired the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, watching the curved wooden oars stirring leisurely in the water, making circles of ripples.

Perhaps, you are the daughter of God, you are pure from beginning to end, like ice, like jade. When I see you, I always think of the little mermaid in the Danish fairy tale, the daughter of the sea. Could it be that you are their incarnation? Perhaps, you are a piece of silk and lightness under Weaver Girl's shuttle, so cute. I really want to pull your arm and whisper sweet words to you. I am in your arms, but I can't hold you. Are you really from Weaver Girl's slender fingers? We are in a vigorous age period, and there should be no sighs of "the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk"; there should be no desolation of "flowers in the water, moon in the mirror". The height of the soul is infinite, and what kind of state you reach depends on what kind of life you have. What can make life more beautiful and rich than constantly reaching one goal after another?

When I was three years old, my parents died in a shipwreck. My brother and I depend on each other for life. Although life was difficult, I spent a happy childhood because of my brother's love. Unexpectedly, when I was twelve years old, a mining accident took away my only relative, and my brother also left me. At that time, my sister-in-law had just married into my family. Not long after, there was a matchmaker for my sister-in-law. The other person was a butcher whose wife had died. He came from a good family and was a strong man. My sister-in-law asked, "Can I take Kang Ming with me?" The matchmaker in red and green never came to the house again. After that, several other matchmakers came one after another, but my sister-in-law always had only one request, that she could take Kang Ming with me, otherwise she couldn't.

I once said that from now on I will only have one expression, and the whole world has nothing to do with me. I can leave, I'm not afraid of being alone, it's just a cool night like water, it's just like a shadow following the wind, my world is only myself. What was once so-called unforgettable, in the end, is just a passing cloud. When love becomes the past, it is no longer full. Recalling the past, tears fell on the pillow. Don't care about gains and losses, just recall happiness. Like a dream, living between reality and fiction. The remaining moment has become eternity in memory, eternal pain...

Those loves are like flowers planted when we were young. They bloom with a slight regret, and some subtle pain spreads in the heart. After passing through our lives, they leave indelible scars and unforgettable memories. With the passage of time, happiness and sadness fade together, and we may have lost a memory, a smile or a voice. But we also have - everything new: love, friendship, and the expectations of family members. There is always a new face to face... I met Xueer when I was extremely uneasy. At that time, I graduated from college and was assigned to a school in the suburbs. The surrounding environment was not very good. There was no place for people to adjust their emotions at night. The only things that comforted me were some books brought from college and a few gentle and sentimental pop tapes.

When I stand in Shanghai, which is a mixture of magic and contradiction, East and West, modernity and decadence, my consciousness will be clouded for a moment, and I will want to take a closer look and see if this is really Shanghai? "Go to Xi'an to see the tombs, go to Shanghai to see the heads." The heads on Shanghai Beach can really be described as "moving around." In such a moving state, I would suddenly want to squat down for a moment. During the day, the sound of people and traffic flowed through my eardrums, and hurried footsteps began to move on the street. Seemingly shrewd people walked past, heading towards the office of the modern high-rise building with great vigor.

Facing SARS, a human wall stands tall. They have a common name: Angel! The positions they hold are called "fever clinics" and "isolation areas." Although everyone knows that medical staff are the most susceptible to high-risk groups, this may be a more humane statement: although they are a little scared, they will not shrink back! In the face of the epidemic, no one has backed down, and "let me come in" is what everyone says the most. Qian Wei is a typical example of "I want to go to school". She just graduated from Fudan Medical College the year before last. Unexpectedly, she encountered the fight against SARS in the second year after working.

There is an old saying in China that goes, "A ruthless person may not be a true hero." Dialectically speaking, ruthlessness is also a kind of emotion. For thousands of years, human beings have never been separated from the ties of emotion, and because of the influence of their characteristics, human emotions play more stories and compose more chapters than the human mind. And because of the influence of their characteristics, human emotions play more stories and compose more chapters than the human mind. From the tragedies of ancient Greek dramatists to the comedies of Shakespeare; from the emotions of children in the folk to the love poems of great poets; from music to painting, as well as sculpture and architecture, all artistic styles are permeated with emotion. In daily life, love is always there to deal with. Talking about emotions is easier to find resonance than talking about any other issue. A person's life must also go through various emotional processes, and no one can escape them.

The holiday after the bitter night battle is like a ray of clear spring in the desert, and it is the best charger for us who are exhausted. During holidays filled with extra classes and homework, fatigue is like eating melon seeds entering the body one after another. But the holiday holding the lost report card is like a bitter gourd packed into a dark sack, with a sad face. This book shows us the complex inner world of an ordinary person, from relatives and friends to lovers, from every bit of life to thoughts. You are the angel of my love!

Confinement, only breathing intensifies! The blue light is a sinful look, containing flowing desires. The forgotten sadness begins to indulge in endless indulgence. The cold fingers traced the scar on the chest, and a faint purple color with the viscosity of blood spread around. Deep in sin, their souls mingle with each other. More severe tearing, profound pain, fragments eroded by time, washed and soaked by the raging liquid.

I believe that everyone gets different things from the Internet. Some people use the Internet as a practical tool, some people use the Internet as a kind of sustenance, some people come to the Internet to seek entertainment after boredom and the excitement of games. Of course, there are also people who come to the Internet to find love, friends, and soulmates. Many people my age are obsessed with the Internet because of communication. Going online is all about finding yourself. All online chats and activities have become relished and never forgotten. Being appreciated by others, saying witty words and passionate words with friends, all of this is heart-warming, as if returning to the long-ago youth.

There was an umbrella that had been holding out for a long time but refused to be closed when the rain stopped. There was a bouquet of flowers that I had smelled for a long time and refused to throw away even when it withered. There is a kind of friendship that I hope will last forever. Even if my black hair turns gray, I can still keep it in my heart. Reading this classic again will still stir up the sparks of cherishment in my heart, and bring out the beauty of a warm and brilliant life. A tree seed had been buried under the earthen pot for some time. In her daze, she suddenly heard a very slight popping sound. She was suddenly inspired by the sound of the same kind, and began to try to break out of the darkness day and night. Her efforts were not in vain. At the end of the spring, she finally bit a crack in the jar and pushed out a bright yellow leaf.

A true warrior dares to face the bleak life and the dripping blood. We may not necessarily be real warriors, but we still have to face the bleak life. However, the key to whether we can become a true "warrior" lies in whether we can keep a clear mind when faced with "misfortune" or whether we can use that "magnifying glass". We will encounter setbacks, big and small, and we must face setbacks that we cannot do and must not do. Like Ah Q, we can imagine slapping ourselves in the mouth wildly and feel the same pleasure as beating others. But we must work hard to learn to be like a "warrior" in the face of setbacks, not bowing down, not giving up, not surrendering, not being tireless, and fighting it tenaciously to the end. If you cannot achieve the "warrior state", you must also learn to take a deep breath, relax your mind, and mentally downplay the setbacks.

The life of the great French writer Balzac was full of twists and turns and drama. He wanted to make a fortune and went into business several times, but ended up bankrupt and heavily in debt. Through the process of his own bankruptcy, he learned various knowledge about industry, commerce, and finance that other writers had difficulty in learning. He thoroughly understood capitalist social institutions and their activities, how to make a fortune and lose money, how to litigate;

One day, God sent one of his sons to walk on earth and gave him three tears. God looked at him and said: "When the third tear falls to the ground, that is when you come back, cherish this opportunity, child!" The angel nodded, and God placed him in a happy family. When he was 18 years old, he fell in love with a beautiful girl named Zhou Qin. On his birthday, he went to the top of the building alone, looked at the stars in the sky, and looked at them without feeling a tear suddenly shed. At this moment, God said in his ear: "When you shed the first tear, it means that you have fallen deeply in love with someone."

In this extremely noisy society, darkness seems to envelope everything. We are bound by the world and have no peace, and we have long forgotten the flashing neon lights. Buy a ticket. Check the ticket. Enter. Watch. Everything is so natural. Looking up, the twelve constellations in the universe appeared under the stars. The mighty Leo, the sweet Virgo, the cold Capricorn. They were ordinary stars in the sky, but they subtly established their lofty status in the minds of mankind. I used to be obsessed with my zodiac sign, fantasized about it, and believed it would be my guardian angel. But that is just his own illusion, the kind of deception that soothes the trauma of the soul.

Childhood is a boat drifting in the ocean, carefree; it is a bird flying in the sky, free; in our poetic and dreamlike golden childhood, there are some happy things, interesting things, and some silly things. Look, isn't that just an ignorant and silly thing? Chicken soup for the soul that brings together childhood memories, youth insights and spiritual contracts.

Qianlan sat alone at the computer, so long passed. She can't help but care about him, unable to let him go, wondering if he is still wandering or if he has found someone he is willing to stay with for the rest of his life. He once said that I think one day I will find someone who makes me willing to stay for her. Qinglan, you are very good. I know you love me too, but you are really not the person I want to cherish for the rest of my life. Just like that, the sad boy that Qing Lan loved deeply floated away in front of her eyes with her heart, making her taste the pain of lovelorn. From then on, she liked watching sad movies, listening to sad songs, walking in the rain, surfing the Internet until midnight, and even watching all kinds of people on the rooftop...

The night view of Anyang is beautiful. I used to have too much personal emotion for this city. Someone who likes this city also likes this city. I have been nostalgic and obsessed, but now it has become so strange. I walked through the familiar video store and heard the popular song this autumn: I was hurt in that bleak autumn, my love was destroyed by you, and what was left to me was the most painful memorial. Autumn speaks for itself with gray... I was hurt in that bleak autumn, and my love was destroyed by you, leaving me with the most painful memory. Autumn is represented by gray...

22-year-old Yudie lost her mother and her world began to collapse. 23-Year-old Yudie has a stepmother, and her world has become dark since then. The 24-year-old Yudie became a beautiful bride, and her world became filled with laughter. 26-Year-old Yudie has a lovely son, and her world has become full. 30-Year-old Yudie has a happy and warm home, and her world is peaceful and happy. I am just a passer-by, there is no reason for anyone to remember. There is no need to remember anyone, but I want to remember you deeply in my heart. Sadness overflowed in my heart, and I could only go to the bar to let the noisy sounds drown out the pain caused by the emptiness. Instead of singing, I sat quietly in a dark corner, smoked a cigarette quietly, and listened quietly to those people singing old and sad songs with almost exaggerated emotions until the sky was dark, and I drank glass after glass of whiskey, which gave me a spicy and cooling feeling.

There are countless good books that I have read. The recent reading of "Journey to the Miao" made me understand what fantasy is. The fresh, concise, funny and touching language style unfolded a story of cultivation to me: "Li Qiang was originally from the earth, but due to unexpected events, he embarked on the road of cultivation. The magic weapon of the cultivation world made him ecstatic. The cultivators, immortals, loose immortals, and gods opened Li Qiang's eyes. Although there were many killings along the way, it was purely a pursuit of survival, forming a wandering journey.

There are many kinds of love in the world, great maternal love, deep fatherly love, the love between friends who know each other and help each other, the love between relatives where blood is thicker than water, the love between lovers who pledge each other, and the love between husband and wife. A collection of essays about love, dreams, star chasing, growth, and insights. All this love is worth cherishing, because it has a magical power that warms our lives and touches mankind. Through various real cases, this book shows readers the preciousness and warmth of family, friendship, and love!

Yes, 17, it's the rainy season. At that time, I would be inexplicably sad, inexplicably happy, and inexplicably missing someone. I always like to dream up some romantic stories and retain some people from the past, but I never understand that it is a mirage that is difficult to realize. 17 Years old, an age that belongs to books but not us. 17 Years old, a young but old word. 17 Years old is a day of tears and fatigue. At 17 years old, have you started to grow old? ! I never thought that a shy girl would ask me this. She said: "Sister, some people say that the age of 16 is the flower season and the age of 17 is the rainy season. Do you believe it?"

The large passenger plane slowly slid into the tarmac, and Lan Lan, who was sitting on the plane, felt her heart throbbing. It was an indescribable yearning that had an indescribable origin. She looked out the window at Shanghai Pudong International Airport. This was her first business trip to Shanghai. When her boss sent her here, she had always been looking forward to it. This was why she wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to meet someone in Shanghai, someone she had known for two years and had always wanted to meet... He dragged her out and dragged her to the riverside, dragging her out to talk about all her depression. A collection of beautiful short stories filled with love and the fragrance of flowers.

She is a born optimist, laughing and joking all day long, without any formality. She has a good job, an enviable figure, and most importantly, she has a husband who loves her and a lovely son. She is heartless and a bit silly. She will not doubt anyone, and she is 120% confident about her husband. She won't peek at his text messages or eavesdrop on his phone calls. If he says he'll come back later, he'll come back later. If he says he's at a friend's house, he'll be at a friend's house. She won't think too much about it. I only know how to take good care of my children, do my housework well, and do my best in class.

Love is in this life, full of lovesickness. One sentence. "Love is the hard work of caring; love is the loneliness of missing; love is the joy of reunion; love is the happiness of embracing each other; love is the silent blessing of each other." Their love does not lie in "silent blessings to each other", but in staying together in this life. June is a season of blooming flowers, and the campus exudes the refreshing fragrance of flowers. After lunch, he brought a book and came to the Serenity Garden again. There was no one around, but there was an extra notebook on the garden stage. He didn't care at all, he just thought it was the note lost by some reckless girl. One day passed, two days passed, and on the third day, the notebook was still in its original position.

Love is not so beautiful, and the person you love is not so relevant. Not cotton clothing, not natural items, many originally warm moments will be stabbed by sharp objects that suddenly fall. Those little hurts, those fleeting feelings that make the soul ache, accumulate. Many things, sometimes I really hope it is a dream, and many other things, I hope it is not a dream. Distantness is a very beautiful thing. I can think of one word, forever. I don't want to leave, I don't want to change, I just want everything to remain the same, quiet and warm.

My dear, it has been two years since I left... That year, the wishing bottle you gave me was already full. Didn't you say that when you sent me off? If the wishing bottle is full, you will come back no matter when. This time, you broke the promise... "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming." I will always remember this sentence, just because I once said that you like it very much... Looking at the cold stone tablet in front of you, where my beloved you are buried, tears burst down my face. It's July again, and you said before that you won't let me spend July alone. Now, instead of you spending time with me, I am spending time with you...

My father often said to me: "The sea is blue and blue, endless as far as the eye can see." Since I have never been to the sea, I still have no impression of the sea in my mind. This summer, my father and mother took me to Rizhao and Qingdao, Shandong Province on their days off, which allowed me to have close contact with the sea and deeply appreciate the charming charm of the sea. In the distance, I can't tell which is the sea and which is the sky. I just feel that the car is driving alone, as if it is at the end of heaven and earth, about to leave the world and go to the horizon. It feels very mysterious.

Who doesn't know how to treat yourself well? Who would treat themselves badly? However, my friend, don't forget that being kind to yourself does not mean indulging yourself, nor does it mean just having luxurious living conditions, nor does it mean being self-centered and selfish. In this way, are there many people in life who are grateful to me? Being kind to yourself is a way of self-release, self-regulation, and self-shaping, as well as a positive and healthy attitude towards life. So, what does it mean to be kind to yourself?

I once saw this sentence: What is difficult and painful is not the moment of saying goodbye, but the days when we can no longer see each other after separation, and all expectations are cruelly ended in despair. On days when we can't see each other, my heart is so empty that I can't even fill it up. My stomach got worse and worse. One night, I vomited acidic water all over the floor. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my body was so transparent and clear without any stain. He always said that I like to think wildly, which only adds to worries, and eventually makes me sick. But if it wasn't because I loved him so much, why would I think so much?

On September 7, 2003, with dreams and longings in mind, and with great excitement, I stepped into the solemn main entrance of Harbin University. Facing the red flag on the playground, I silently swore, with a red heart prepared with both hands, determined to become a qualified college student in the new century with ideals and ambitions. But unfortunately, in a social environment full of temptations, I did not resist the erosion of capitalist culture from European and American powers, nor did I resist the erosion of capitalist sugar-coated bullets. So I began to ignore the dissuasion of teachers and the teachings of parents and walked step by step towards the abyss of degeneration.

People can live happily, but we choose to be complicated and sigh! The most difficult time for you is when you are not far from success. If you retreat when encountering difficulties, even if success has reached the other side, it will not be with you. No matter when you start, the important thing is not to stop after you start; no matter when you end, the important thing is not to regret after it ends. The greatest blessing in life is not encountering disaster, and the greatest disaster in life is forcing blessing.

Confucius said: A wise person enjoys water, a benevolent person enjoys mountains; a wise person is active, a benevolent person is still; a wise person is happy, and a benevolent person lives long. Another old saying goes: Taishan does not choose fine soil, so it can reach its height; the sea does not choose small streams, so it can reach its depth. Mountains and water are the eternal themes of Chinese literati. Sing the mountains and rivers, describe the mountains and rivers, feel inspired by the mountains and rivers, and receive education from the mountains and rivers. Landscape is the friend of literati and even more the teacher of those below. But the character of Shanshui is completely different. As Confucius said, the wise enjoy water and the benevolent enjoy mountains. The agility of water gives people wisdom, and the stability of mountains gives people honesty. However, when Chinese literati experience the mountains and rivers, what they feel is not only the agility and sincerity of their appearance, but also the inner spirit reflected from their long-term accumulation and profound accumulation.