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During the summer vacation when I was 18, I finished my college entrance examination. After six years of hard work, I was finally liberated. Some of my classmates and I decided to go on a trip. Xiaoliang is the cousin of one of my classmates. He is two years older than us and is in college. He also went with us that time. Along the way, we girls all felt that Xiaoliang had a good personality, was very lively and gentlemanly, and would take the initiative to help us take photos, pick up things, and so on. Xiaoliang loved chatting with me, but I didn't think much about it at the time. At the end of the trip, we exchanged contact information and made an appointment to hang out together in the future. We kept in touch frequently after that. Usually it's texting. At most, we send hundreds of text messages a day. He is older than me and I think his thinking is much more mature than mine. He is also very good at talking and can please girls. He and I gradually became friends.

Love is such a strange combination of circumstances. The person you think is sincere will suddenly leave you one day, but the person you think is playing love is silently holding a flag and waiting persistently on the shore... Half lying on the big bed, Xia Jin She spread her slender fingers, looked at the sparkling diamond ring on her ring finger, looked left and right, and then glanced at Lin Wanjin, who was lying beside her like a Buddha, she flicked off the high heels on her toes, giggled and sat in his arms. In fact, Xia Jindan was not born a materialist. She also loved selflessly and fearlessly. Zheng Enhe, a man who grew up in the mountains, stayed in the city after graduating from college. Xia Jinguang fell madly in love with him the first time she saw him.

Xin Xin is twenty years old this year and is a very lively girl. It was because of the scar on her face that she was ruthlessly excluded from the status of a good-looking girl. The scar on her face was caused by an oil burn while playing in the kitchen when she was eight years old. After graduating from high school, she wanted to find a job, but the small town where she lived was really narrow. That day, she went to the provincial capital thirty miles away to apply for a job with great enthusiasm, but she found dozens of job seekers, including individual companies and catering services. All because of the scar on her face, a very eye-catching purple-red scar as big as an egg, blocked her way to find a job. Although her wish failed, she still did not feel humble or depressed at all. She had her own plan in mind. She thought, if no one wants me, I will try it on my own. I have no problem with my hands and feet and I have nothing to eat?

The stars seemed so sparse last night, and the light and color of the mountains and seas were also dim and like an illusion. The sound of the nightingale tugs at the heartstrings. Towering ancient trees, surrounded by running water and vast blue waves. I swam drunkenly, letting my thoughts drift into a trance. I lingered in the dreamland, holding a lamp to peek... Graduation, the end of love, the grave of emotions... For a piece of Beijing household registration, she chose to give up and make a new choice... Hang is a shrewd businessman, who looks very ordinary. But he has the unique temperament of someone who has been in the shopping mall for a long time. He is eight years older than me and has a four-year-old child.

When I look on coldly, life is a blue chrysalis; when I embrace you passionately, life is a golden butterfly. The process of breaking out of the cocoon is also a process of emotional change and a process of getting closer to the world. See the world with the eyes of love, I am so beautiful too! The girl is about to enter her second year of high school, and the school requires her to choose subjects. The girl's grades are good and she has no problem choosing politics or physics. However, there is no "problem" that is the most difficult big question to choose. Have you really grown up? Did my attachment to my father really diminish as I grew older?

Military strategy is an important part of military struggle. Its important role in military struggle can be summarized in two words: transformation. It can turn weakness into strength. Let us look at an example of a battle that took place in the Southern and Northern Dynasties: In the second year of Jianyuan of the Southern Qi Dynasty (480), the Northern Wei Dynasty sent an army of 200,000 to attack Shouchun of the Southern Qi Dynasty. At that time, the strength of the Southern Qi garrison was far less powerful than that of the Northern Wei. With the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, the defender Yuan Chongzu cleverly used the Feishui River near Shouchun City to overwhelm and submerge tens of thousands of Northern Wei troops, thus completing the transformation of the strength of both sides. It can save the day. During the Western Han Dynasty, Li Guang served as the border guard. Once, he led a few cavalry out and encountered thousands of barbarian cavalry on the way. Li Guang believed that if he turned around and returned, he would be chased by Hu Qi, and as a result, no one would survive. So, he ordered Li Hu to dismount his horse two miles away, unsaddle his saddle, and rest on the spot. Hu Qi suspected that there was an ambush, so he led his troops away. Li Guang used his wisdom and courage to save the group of people from danger. This book takes you through ancient military magic.

It has been more than half a century since the end of World War II, but the reckoning of the war crimes of the defeated countries is far from complete; compared with Germany, the crimes of Japanese militarism are more tolerant. Bacterial warfare, comfort women, war compensation... It is still a mystery to this day.

It seemed as if the train would never reach Baltimore. Later we arrived at Harford Grace and stopped for a long time. When we arrived in Wilmington, another overheated bearing box had to be cooled before we could continue driving. Is it impossible to walk forever? Only when the train goes around the city of Philadelphia does it not seem too slow. Philip stood on the step of getting into the car, staring at the Bolton house, imagining that he could make out its roof among the trees.

This woman is a so-called good family woman. She makes a living by working with her own hands. However, she would rather endure the humiliation and let my landlady treat her as a prostitute. She would come to my place every night and give her body to me for no price. When she left the next morning, in addition to saying "goodbye", she also wanted to say "thank you". But now I have to say to her, "Go away, I don't want to see you again!" Her passionate kissing and hugging prevented me from saying this, and I finally didn't have the courage to push her away. She kissed my eyes again. I thought she must not want me to see her ugly face.

You know I want you to stay, but I don't know if we have a future. I know you are good to me, but in the current situation, I don't know whether I should choose you or him. Maybe, I shouldn't know or like either of you. Now my family may know something about you, and I am also very distressed. I really dare not promise anything to you. I'm afraid that if I say I keep you, if we can't be together in the future, you will be hurt even more. Suddenly, Lulu, who was sitting across from me, stood up and suddenly put the lips that I had been so fond of on mine. I sat there dumbly enjoying the sudden kiss as if I was electrocuted. After she left another soft "I love you" in my ear, her back quickly disappeared from my sight. Under the dim light, I still couldn't calm down. It seemed that she could still feel the remnants of her "unbridled lover" taste at the corner of her mouth, but the seat in front of her was empty.

The sun was strong, the air was muggy, and the surroundings were quiet. The beads of sweat on the back of the driver's neck were shining brightly in the sun. The squeaking of the tricycle body and the panting of the driver intertwined into the only melody. With a few heavier bumps, the car turned the corner. I tightened my grip on the two large duffel bags next to me, feeling numb from having been in this position the whole way. The destination is vaguely ahead. Squint your eyes and see clearly. It's still the same as when you left, but I'm afraid things have changed.

In the empty room, I sat alone in front of the computer. He feebly polished the lighter and lit a cigarette. Watching that little bit of fire burning out... Keep asking yourself. How much weight can a person's heart bear? It turns out that all love and all pain are so pale. When I handed over my soul to time, I seemed to have forgotten to insure love, so I lost it... And wandered... I walked through the day but there was no feeling of night. In this familiar and unfamiliar city, I was lonely. After I broke up with my first girlfriend of five years, because of her damn reason for breaking up, I started to pretend to be serious, started to be bad, and didn't want to be the so-called honest, unchangeable good man she said. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the past, where no one needed me to bask in the moonlight, and I could just wander alone in the lights and dim alleys of the city.

If someone tells you that I love you, don't believe it. Loving you is just a legend floating in the wind, it is not true, it will never be true, and it will never be true. In Yangzhou in March, catkins are like silk and fluttering all over the city. I stood on the bow of the boat, letting the catkins spread over my shoulders and eyebrows as thinly as snow. There are still traces of his kiss on my eyebrows. That light, as light as smoke kiss, I don't know where it is now. There are many reasons to like oranges. I remember when I was a child, my family didn't have a lot of money, but my mother would bring some oranges to my sister and me every time we went to the market. Mom only gave us one every time. Mom said good things should be enjoyed slowly and not eaten all at once. I am usually the one who rushes to peel the oranges, because when peeling the oranges, a lot of juice will be squeezed out of the skin and get on my hands. The fragrance of oranges will remain on your hands.

Encounter is a kind of fate and a bond that brings two people together from the other side of thousands of mountains and rivers. After hundreds of years of cultivation, we have to cross the same boat. Meeting each other should be something that can be encountered but not sought. It leaves in stubbornness and comes quietly in randomness. "It is necessary to know each other when we meet." In the vast sea of ​​​​people, countless people pass you by. They come in a hurry and leave without a trace. Only in that second arranged by God, you and him looked at each other at the same time, communicated with each other with eyes, and then smiled knowingly, and then disappeared into the crowd. You seem to have recorded all his traits and thoughts, as if the unfinished relationship in the previous life will continue and become more and more intense in this life. You are not afraid of being separated from each other, because he and you have met, their fates have been intertwined, they are included in each other, and they are inseparable. The seeds of destiny have sprouted deep in your and his hearts.

Time is the stuff of life. We can exchange time for what we want. On the scale of time, life can be managed, improved, and some destiny can be changed. Which thing in the world is the longest and the shortest, the fastest and the slowest, the most divisible and the vastest, the least valued and the most regretted. Without it, nothing can be done. It destroys all small things and keeps all great things alive. In fact, it is not that my father has made progress, but that time has changed his spiritual quality. Before all the good things come, his soul first becomes beautiful.

The complex world accommodates complex people, a vast sea of ​​people. I walked in it, recalling the water-like years... Maternal love is like water. How many times has my mother shed tears because of my poor performance, but I just stared blankly for a while, lost? I know that my mother is heartbroken, all because of me... How many times have I seen my mother's hair getting gray due to overwork, but I am indifferent and numb after the slightest bit of bitterness? How many flowers have fallen to the sound of wind and rain at night? Walking on the road of life, I don't know how many love affairs have fallen on the dead branches of graduation...

Most men are lustful. From this, men can be divided into three categories - lustful ghosts, lustful people, and lustful immortals. Perverts are men who are attracted to women when they see them, no matter how old or young they are, beautiful or ugly. In the words of Jia Mu, "all the smelly and smelly ones will be pulled into the house." If a woman encounters such a man, it is best to run away. Perverts are men like this: they love the new and hate the old, and often fantasize about getting lucky, but they also want face, reputation, and are subject to certain constraints. Given the opportunity, they will definitely play with women, but they are uneasy in their hearts; if they don't have the opportunity, they have to wait and see, but they are resentful in their hearts... It is best for women to stay away from such men. What is a sex fairy? Frankly speaking, a sex fairy is more lustful and even likes all the beautiful women in the world, but it doesn't matter whether she is handsome or ugly.

Time is engraved in the scars on the desk and disappears with the dust on the windowsill. Time remains in the tunnel of time, gradually fading with the passage of time. I originally thought that love should be a kind of persistence. I also thought that only persistence in love can be a kind of true love. After experiencing it, I realized that such persistence will only hurt others and hurt myself. There are always people writing about love, and love stories are being played out every day... Can you leave? After leaving, will it be forever?

I live in a not-rich family, my parents are both honest farmers~ I have never thought about marrying a rich man, that seems too luxurious to me! I don't have a high degree of education because that's something my family can't allow because we don't have money. The only good thing is that I am pretty and not as delicate as those rich people! I am so strong and kind! In this troubled world, everyone longs for a true love. Facing too many people and things, everyone will have an unforgettable memory. Leave a memory. Maybe it's mixed with sweetness and bitterness. But it also enriches the memories of life. Feel it with your heart. Feel it with your heart. You will find out. In retrospect, we have gradually matured.

True love has always been crazy, blazing, intense, blind, and even extreme. Because they are young, they look forward to love, eager for love, and boldly pursue love - they have their own way of expression! There is no right or wrong way to be young, the choice is just for love! But no matter what your true love is, whether you are on campus at this moment or have left, this story will give you a dream that is or has gone far away, allowing you to reminisce about this moment and look back on the past in their stories! Possession is already a huge blessing. Even if you have never experienced it, you can feel the same as me and relive a love at the beginning of the century...

Whenever spring comes in brilliant colors, the peach trees in the flower beds stretch out countless branches. The pink peach blossoms are next to each other, crowding the entire branches. They are like a group of urchins, vying to let people watch their beauty. If you push through the dense flowers, you will also find other small lives - the grass next to the tree. These little beings must really want people to appreciate them, right? It's a pity that they are too weak, so they can only survive under the beautiful peach blossoms.

Taking advantage of the bright sunshine, I was walking on the street, but I was caught off guard by a sudden shower. I had no time and no intention to dodge. After a while, the cotton-padded jacket on my body became as heavy as a sponge absorbing water. The fine raindrops became more and more urgent, weaving the sky and the earth into one. My thoughts were dragged by the endless drizzle, and I finally took a breath and rested. I used to think that the lives of ancient literati would be simple and clear. The times gave them simple expectations: to be a prime minister and a general, to have a wife and a son. However, who? Do you want to put aside those worldly expectations, go to a high building alone, and choose another path for your life?

There was not a single dark cloud in the sky and the sky was clear, but my heart kept sinking. Lingering, the depravity that begins in the afternoon; desolation, the exit of scalded memories. The dark night is their space; in confinement, only breathing is getting worse! The blue light is a sinful look, containing flowing desires. The forgotten sadness begins to indulge in endless indulgence. The scars scratched by cold fingers, a light purple color thick with blood, filled the surrounding area. This book tells a story about strange rain.

The osmanthus tree remained, and the poplar trees in the yard were plowed. "As the pickaxe went deeper, their intertwined roots were exposed in front of people, and they could not be separated no matter how they tried. "It's really strange, the roots of the two trees grow together. "Many people were whispering. How did people know that in order to have each other, they have worked hard for more than ten years to become what they are now. Every time the pickaxe goes down, they are digging out their hearts! The moment the poplar fell, all the sweet-scented osmanthus fell to the ground, and there was a rain of sweet-scented osmanthus. A few days later, people were surprised to find that the osmanthus tree was dead and fell on the trunk of the poplar.

People's first foot steps out onto the sidewalk. Cars were still passing by one after another. People took another small tentative step. The flow of traffic blocked people's way forward, and the old man behind was still moving staggeringly. The child held his mother's hand tighter. The vehicle in front of him made him confused, and he only moved a little towards his mother. Father's backpack seemed to become heavier. He could not take the next step and could only wait. The young man stood at the front, like a suicide squad, taking a few strides to leap over a relatively gentle car. Finally, a row of people stood in the middle of the road. A large group of people were still waiting at the edge of the sidewalk. No one knew what they were waiting for, but they could only wait. The cars were still driving like that. No driver looked up at the traffic light, and no driver slowed down because of the crowd crossing the road. They sat calmly in the car, thinking about their journey.

A marriage for two people, a new house for three people, and a new marriage without a wedding bed and three people sleeping together. Before getting married, I knew that my husband's child from his ex-wife had a mood disorder. At that time, I didn't know much about the condition. Because my husband was a good man who was worthy of my life, I thought that as long as I was more tolerant and worked harder, I entered the marriage after weighing the balance. Before the marriage, my husband also said that he wanted to sleep with the child. He didn't think much about it at the time, thinking it was just before bedtime, or for a short period of time. Some people say that life is like a railway, waiting for the train to complete its journey. But I think that life is not as smooth and smooth as a railway. Instead, I feel that life is more like a train... Like a train that keeps moving, with an endless supply, waiting to complete the entire railway journey. Like a train turning a corner, facing the ever-changing scene until it reaches the end. Life is so simple and yet so complicated.

At the end of 1937, the sky in Nanjing was black with large patches of dark red. The crowing of cocks in the east turned into the roar of the devils, like the disgusting screams of demons. Blood-red bayonets cut across every inch of land, and evil spirits trampled on the lives of Chinese people. Corpses and skeletons, one after another, seemed to want to climb out of the huge mass grave and eat the little Japanese alive one by one... The top of the mountain, the top of the mountain. Finally, we arrived at the long-awaited top of the mountain. First of all, there was a temple. There were four kings with different facial expressions inside, each holding a weapon in their hands. It was really scary.

A crescent moon hangs over the city late at night, and the cold streets are dotted with cold lights. At this time, there were very few people coming and going on the street of the central hospital, and the entire hospital fell into a deep sleep. Xiaofu was lying in a single ward. His fiancée didn't come to accompany him tonight for unknown reasons, so he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He even felt that the air in the small ward was unusually stuffy, so he put on his pajamas and walked out of the ward, wanting to go downstairs for some fresh air. He came to the elevator in the corridor in a daze and pressed the button of elevator No. 1. In order to save money, the hospital only had elevator No. 1 Still working up and down. Elevator No. 2 Was closed after 10:00 pm.

The plane slowly landed at Incheon Airport, and Min Guo and Bong Zhu set foot on the land of South Korea, feeling extremely emotional. "Seoul! I haven't seen you for a long time!" Minguo said, "How much did I want to come back?" Fengzhu nodded and said, "You were a little crazy when you wanted to go back to South Korea at that time!" "Strange! Why did you start thinking about China as soon as you got off the plane?" "Yeah, let's finish the things here and go back quickly! Back to the people who miss us." Fengzhu looked at Minguo: "Minguo, do you want to go home?"

This is a "love" book that describes and analyzes the youth of middle school students and college students. The contents in it are all real stories that happened in the study life of middle school students and college students in real life. Some are bitter, some they think are "sweet"; some are happy, and there is a sky that only they themselves know. This is an inner monologue for people of their age to experience "love" by giving birth to an umbrella. What is their view on love? Why do they think "kissing" is the cause of pregnancy? Why do they think "breasts" are all a woman has? This book reveals in depth the secrets that adults may never know. It allows parents and teachers to understand the truth.

Thomas and Henry came to Clare Co. Almost at the same time. Thomas is a native of Portland, while Henry is from Arkansas. Thomas worked in the product design department as soon as he came to Clare Company, because he received a master's degree in mechanical engineering from the University of Oregon; while Henry only received a bachelor's degree in financial management from Southern California. His job has been changed several times at Clare Company, and he currently works in the company's finance department. However, Henry was much better off than Thomas in terms of life, simply because he married the daughter of an Oklahoma oil tycoon. Although the rich man's son inherited most of the family wealth and company rights, Henry's wife still received a substantial inheritance including equity and real estate.

The wind blew my eyes. Standing on the edge of winter, I always had a strange, desolate feeling. It was deep and I didn't know where it came from. As usual, standing under this big tree, inexplicable sadness came to my heart. Nancy met me here. On such an early winter morning, it was also She waved goodbye to me at the same moment and at the same place after that year. In the spring and autumn after she left, every winter at this time, she was always here habitually, looking up at the blue sky, probably waiting for a miracle, and every time she left a little, a little unknown feeling...

In the third autumn, with a casual glance, we discovered that the dark green branches and leaves of the persimmon tree were actually dotted with persimmons. Although they were very small, they were as golden as stars. After some time, the persimmons were as big as a human fist and were so dazzlingly red that they bent the branches. Strangely, under the shadow of the persimmon trees, the flowers and plants in the flowerbed seemed shrunken and eclipsed. Mother stared at the persimmon tree as she stared at us. Everything must be done seriously so as not to feel guilty, just like planting persimmon trees and eating persimmons. Mother harvested the persimmons, and we harvested the truth in this harvest season.

I was doing a good job in the unit's archives, but was suddenly transferred to the front desk of the reception hall to sort out the accounts. After working at a leisurely job for several years, it was really hard to adapt to being transferred to such a busy department all of a sudden. It just so happened that my sister sprained her foot and couldn't ride the car. Picking up and dropping off the children from school became a problem! My brother-in-law is always busy with work, and he has no time to take care of the children. Mom is the only one in the family who doesn't know how to ride a bicycle. She has to walk her children to school in this winter. How can she walk to school? Besides, Qiqi can't stand it! There is no way, this important responsibility can only fall on her shoulders. Who told me to be just such an old lady? Just give what you have to give!

Life is like a pendulum, constantly swinging, with ups and downs, low troughs, and rising peaks. But at a specific time, the location is certain, and the energy it possesses is also specific. If this is brought into real life, it means that a person's position and the value he or she exerts or embodies are also certain. Whatever position he or she is in, then what kind of value it will exert. Once all the conditions are in place, it is possible to maximize the value. If the conditions are insufficient or missing, the value will be compromised or even lost. Just like a strong man can lift a thousand kilograms, but cannot lift Mount Tai to cross the East China Sea. The same is true for people, position and value are corresponding.

The past is unforgettable, otherwise. Why the songs of time can easily untie the entangled past. Time rushes towards tomorrow without hesitation, but those old songs and stories become more and more new one night. The fragrance lingering on your lips and teeth feels like drinking a bottle of red wine that has been sealed for a long time. Nostalgia has become popular. The raindrops were floating in a line, and the noisy streets had never been so quiet. People were hiding in the shops on the street. Only a girl named Feng ran in the rain. She couldn't see the road or distinguish everything, but her body was constantly stung by the rain. She ran out of the street and the city.

That year, I fell on the river bank covered with cherry blossom petals. The sun shines on the petals-covered water, and the cherry blossom forest on the river bank wraps my body. Then pieces of cherry blossoms fall from the sky on my body, slowly covering me. I closed my eyes, and the last scene I saw deep in my pupils was the pale sky without any color and the enchanting cherry blossom trees on the river bank. Then everything around me suddenly became eerily silent, and then I fell into a long, dark sleep.

Longing for sweet intoxication, but being hurt by ruthlessness, a proud butterfly shakes off the sadness. Longing to fly, fly... "I can't forget the twinkling tears in your eyes, as if you knew I was lying. I went in the wrong direction but didn't dare to look back." Tan Yongmin's affectionate singing lingered in my ears. There were not many people in the restaurant, but the style was very romantic. The sad lyrics and melancholy melody are like drizzle falling on my heart, but they are very resonant. I sighed and looked out the window blankly. Under the neon red, couples embraced each other sweetly. I shook my head to avoid looking away, but I happened to catch your gaze. You smiled, got up and walked towards me.

The weather today is very good, with clear skies and lush green leaves. The strong wind blows from time to time, blowing up sand and dust and hitting the face wildly, causing bursts of pain and astringency. Looking up at the sky, an unknown bird is flying freely and singing a song that I don't understand. I think how happy it is at this moment. I really want to fly with it and travel around the world without missing any floating dust in the world. Unfortunately, this is just a wish that can never be realized, just like the string of tears that a mermaid turns into to be with her beloved prince.

In July, in the middle of summer, the ginkgo is still green, but the heartache has gradually spread. The last class is a farewell to the teacher; the last exam is a farewell to the studies; passing the graduation thesis defense is a farewell to the student career. Then, I know the date when my friends will leave one by one, and I start to say goodbye one after another, say goodbye to my friends, my classmates, and the many lives I have been accustomed to for four years... The weather is getting colder and colder, and a few goose-feather-like snowflakes are floating in the air from time to time.

There was a continuous drizzle outside the window, accompanied by my slightest sadness. The gentle melody floated from the radio at midnight, telling the protagonist's lingering past. At this time, a shadow floated in front of my eyes. In the dripping rainy season, it always drifted in the wet thoughts. So, there were too many thoughts in the middle of the night, so I thought of you again, those gentle eyes. Who should I tell this feeling to? I'm just afraid of hearing a blushing voice. So, in this beautiful night, endless affection and endless memories float with the drizzle...

Some things are too beautiful to hold in your hands, and some emotions are too real to be as gentle as the breeze. Only reincarnation continues to turn, the sun rises and the moon sets, the grass and trees wither. Who said: Time is still there, but we are flying by. If there is reincarnation in the next life, I don't want to be a woman anymore. What I hope most is that I am a plant, staying quietly in one place, not going anywhere, unable to go anywhere, just waiting to die and welcome the next reincarnation. When I opened my eyes, warm light slanted from the skylight. I stretched out a hand to half-cover my eyes, slowly welcoming the sun's wash on me. So I stood up, walked under the skylight, opened my arms and let the sunshine warm me. The hug I had longed for for a long time was played out in this scene.

If time forgets to turn and forgets to take something away. Will you still stop at the day you said you love me? Then we had our home in a corner of the world. If life had no twists and turns and no regrets, would you never say goodbye, and then we would stay together until we grow old... Leo's thoughts were getting more and more confused, and he couldn't figure out why he suddenly thought of a stranger. The wind ruffled his hair, and he looked so haggard and embarrassed. The car increased its power again and again, speeding down the road at an alarming speed.

The street was particularly lively at nine o'clock. A person walked quietly among the crowds, staring blankly at the people singing, laughing and feasting. I wonder if they felt the down-and-out woman in the corner who kept looking at them. Who meets whom in the sea of ​​​​people, who leaves whom, who becomes whose puppet, who is waiting for whom on the street late at night. On the streets where people come and go, the passers-by who pass by each other don't feel a trace of warmth, they just walk in a different direction, with no purpose and no end... Zi Xin and I met at the school's Chinese Department special debate competition.

Expedition is a heroic and tragic term. Each of the strong souls protected by Senhan's armor marched forward majesticly with soaring heroic spirit. They slaughtered under the silver moon, roared in the fire, fought for their beliefs with their shining silver knives, and used their blood to pay tribute to those restless souls. It is difficult for ordinary people to escape the turmoil of passage of time and changes in things and people. In fact, if you think about it carefully, things change and spring and winter return to the original laws of nature. The flowers are delicate in spring, the leaves are luxuriant in summer, the moon is like water in autumn, and in winter there are plum blossoms flying in the snow and the mountains dancing silvery and majestic. Nature is in motion all the time, and the sky and the sky are constantly changing in response to the ever-changing changes. What about humans? Life is like a tree, it is green when it grows, it is bright red when it matures, and who says there is no poetry-like brilliance in the withered yellow when it is at zero? There is no need to be proud in the spring breeze, no need to feel sorry for yourself under the autumn moon, and no need to step on the winter snow and sigh in vain.

It was dusk the next day when she arrived at the beach. The setting sun had not yet set, and only half of his face was exposed, making his and her shadows very long. The waves rolled, lapping at the golden beach, and white seagulls flew across the sea. What a beautiful picture! A bag of paper cranes in her hand fell on the beach, and she stretched out her arms to let the sea breeze blow. At this time, a miracle happened. A thousand paper cranes all flew up and surrounded her. She was so happy that she spun in place. Spring returns to the earth, making the world no longer smell of death.

When I turn on my computer, I always like to click into the space inadvertently. Just like a habit, maybe an expectation. Perhaps, it was a temptation, but I was still willing or could not wait to accept its temptation. Wandering in this world that belongs to me, there seems to be a lot to say. But I don't know where to start, so leave something behind in such a mess! About reincarnation, about life. Maybe I don't believe in reincarnation, but I foolishly weave one, just like I don't believe in destiny, but I fall in love with this word crazily. Is it destined that there is a little woman standing in a corner waiting for a story about reincarnation? Just like waiting for some dark blue dreamlike fairy tale. It's like being crazy, like a dream, and also like being drunk...

Every time I pass by Wuhan by train, the conductor asks us to look up at the Yellow Crane Tower and down at the Yangtze River. In my mind, Wuhan is like a rumbling train, rolling noisily and fieryly on the track, messy, annoying, and monotonous. Although every time my friends in Wuhan introduce their places to me, they always cite landmarks such as the cherry blossoms and plum blossoms in the campus of Wuhan University, the vastness of the East Lake, even the fragrant sesame sauce stirred into the hot dry noodles, and the fireworks seen from the Yellow Crane Tower in March... I even made a special trip to Wuhan, but none of these can change my impression of Wuhan.

People often talk about "self-confidence". Parents say that people must have self-confidence. Teachers also say that we must have self-confidence and encourage us all the time. However, it may not be that easy to cheer up a person with extremely low self-esteem and get him to return to study and work. The problem lies in not realizing one's own potential and failing to appreciate oneself well. When Yin Yin woke up in the morning, she found that she was living in Han's small house. Her efforts to remember felt like they were in vain. Not a trace of it expanded in her heart. Yin Yin did not eat the breakfast left by Han.

Childhood is like a colorful dream, full of joy and happiness, and like colorful shells on the beach, hiding my beautiful fantasies and pursuits. Now, as I pick up the shells one by one, the fun and vibrant drawings of my childhood are displayed in front of me one by one. Love is not complicated in the first place. It just comes and goes with just three words: "I love you", "I hate you", "Forget it", "Break up" and "I'm sorry". If you like someone, there will be no pain. Loving someone may involve long-lasting pain, but sometimes the happiness left behind is the greatest happiness in the world. But loneliness is not something you are born with, it starts from the moment you fall in love with that person.