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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...

The classical view of love is that true love only happens once in a lifetime, while the modern view of love is that true love can happen at any time, and we cannot love just one person in our lives. To love only one person in your life, and to love until they grow old together until death, this kind of love cannot be said to be unavailable, but it is very rare. It is precisely because of its small number that it becomes valuable and is widely praised. Most dedicated love stories are tragedies, and one of the lovers passes away prematurely, because only death can make everything eternal.

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.

I have never understood how humans evolved from apes with their hands on the ground to humans with their hands free. Maybe it's to free up your hands to hold working tools, or maybe it's to make it easier to look up at the stars above? I prefer the latter answer, because I think people need something to look up to in their lives. My heart is a city, the smallest city. There is no chaotic market or many residents. It is deserted and deserted. The city of the heart is a besieged city. Some people desperately want to rush into the seemingly colorful city, while others are desperate to escape from the constraints of the city. Check it out and find nothing. He watched with cold eyes as these people came and went in a flash. In and out, in and out, his heart felt cold. Too cold to admit markets, residents, or other signs of life and activity. So, deserted, deserted. All that's left are memories and lingering warmth.

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.

We always dream that one day we can get rid of all constraints and do whatever we want. However, when unlimited freedom is in front of us, can we really be happy? When the wings of death passed by and he recovered from his serious illness, Michelle suddenly realized the joy of life. He began to re-examine all established concepts, pursue instinctive feelings, indulge his long-suppressed desires, and run wildly in the direction of freedom... How to pursue true freedom? Where is the self? Is it to obey the rules or to indulge in desires? The masterpiece of Nobel Prize winner Gide has a strong autobiographical color. It boldly, avant-garde, and truly analyzes oneself, exploring how to place oneself under heavy constraints and pursue "real freedom"!

The author has a closeness and admiration for nature and life. He walked through the mountains and rivers in many places at home and abroad, touched the scenery, opened his heart sincerely, and let love flow out, through the mountains and rivers, clouds, trees, waves, moonlight, and village roads that he witnessed. In the whisper of love, he gently brought people out of the world's difficulties, confusion, helplessness, and loss, and brought people into a relaxed, fresh, and bright morning. In front of the natural landscape, the author was overwhelmed by nature's sincere feelings and colorful expressions. He wrote in delicate words how nature treats human beings with tenderness and kindness. Humanity's modern civilization continues to damage and devour nature. The author's words jump out of conceptualization, do not overlap other people's eyes, and show a literary feel in philosophical thinking.

"Floating Life and Leisure" collects a total of 40 prose works by the author in the past two years, divided into four small series, each series has 10 articles. "Country Sound" is a memorial and elegiac song for the loss of culture. From the perspective of childhood, it embodies a true and natural attitude towards life, with unfamiliar themes and processing methods, breaking away from the simple model of ordinary nostalgic texts, adding a sense of mystery and improving the reading value. "Time Projection" is a realistic version of the countryside, and it is also the projection of the countryside in the process of urbanization. The frustration and worry expressed in the invasion of modern civilization capture the pulse of the times and inspire more people to think extensively and deeply. "Floating Life and Leisurely Feelings" shows the author's understanding of life and life from another aspect. Several articles break through the traditional writing method, relying on the stream of consciousness in solid ontological events, and the writing style is humorous. Many articles in "Overpass Scenery" are based on rural education. Pay attention to reality and face some educational issues head-on. But there is no preaching, no conceptualization, but an artistic presentation.

A river no longer flows gurglingly, because it must have no happy songs in its heart. When a swallow no longer flies back to its old nest, it must be because its love is gone. A tree that no longer sends out green buds must be because it has lost the mood to sprout. Everyone has to experience various kinds of pain in their life. The years are full of wind and frost, ruthlessly exploiting everyone's simple happiness and joy; fate is a huge scissors, allowing us to shed our own blood in what we can't get and what we have lost. Therefore, we might as well learn to grasp our destiny, pick up these scissors, and cut ourselves a paper moon when there is no sun. When you encounter misunderstandings, learn to be calm with a clear heart; when illness accompanies you, let yourself take a good rest; when you are frustrated, give yourself some time to regroup; when suffering strikes, learn to encourage yourself with love, with beauty and tenacity in your heart, and you will have the courage to bloom in suffering. Cut out a paper moon for yourself! In this way, there will be bright and clear skies every day, and life will always be an excellent scenery!

The main contents of this book include: literature is not a "donkey skin drum", listening to Tolstoy talk about art, the feeling of standing fire, Pasternak's people and things, etc.

"Coldness of Dreams, Warmth of Success" selects nearly 100 inspirational essays about success and insights published by the author in newspapers and magazines across the country since 2007. Through one or two short and concise stories closely related to the theme of the article, the author truly reproduces the protagonist's path to success and how to achieve success. It educates both emotionally and rationally, giving people deep thoughts, reminding them of vigilance, and teaching them to forge ahead. It is an inspirational book that is particularly suitable to be placed on your pillow desk and is intended for universities, the workplace, and successful people.

The beauty of Xiyun's writing always makes people unable to put it down. There is a kind of desire to stop reading after reading. Each short story, each small philosophy, each touching family and inspirational story, all tell people the value and true meaning of love. "You Are Like a Wonderful Butterfly/Chinese Book and Literature Museum" collects the author's prose works published in recent years.

"Longtang Style" collects prose works written by Yu Xiaohong, including "The Expression of Yiyuan in Winter", "Longtang Style", "The Tailor Shop's Daughter", "Waiting for Cousin", "Three Treasures of Zengyuan", "Chasing the Fragrant Soul of Gloomy Resentment", " Who painted the portrait of Wang Shigu?", "Starting from Xu Yang's Album", "A Chance Encounter with the Hero Jin", "Zhang Daqian and Cao Datie", "Farmer Writer Gao Xiaosheng", "An Encounter with "Zhang Lingfu" in a Small Town", "Songs of Reminiscence", etc.

Books are human beings' mentors and friends. Having a good literary work and letting more readers understand it through your own interpretation is the story the book tells us. Mr. Luo Wenhua is a bibliophile, a reader, and an excellent writer of reading essays. His reading essays follow a lyrical approach and combine his own opinions to allow readers to enjoy the beauty of the text.

The author of this book, Ge Liping, was born in 1978 in Changshu, Jiangsu Province. He is good at prose writing. He has published more than 100 essays of various kinds in newspapers such as "Yuhua" and "Gusu Evening News". Many of his works have won various awards more than 30 times. Prose is the expression of true soul and emotion. Ge Liping's prose is simple and natural, and writes my heart with true feelings. Every article reveals respect for life and love for life, which makes people feel the same when reading it. The books are divided into four series: Life is like a flower, the second series is because of love, the third series is about people on the journey, and the fourth series is about the relationship between books and Buddha.

"Dancing with You" collects Zhang Xiaohui's prose works published in recent years, prose works that have won awards in literary competitions, and prose works that have been selected as test questions in relevant provincial, municipal, and college entrance examination papers. Including: The romantic moments in your life; Thank you for being as beautiful as ever; It's so good that you are here in this world; Just to meet you on the way.

"Sentiment of the Times" selects dozens of classic prose essays by dozens of Chinese and foreign celebrities in the past century that express compassion for the world and others, as well as sadness for spring and autumn. You can open the volume to read and savor it carefully. Every article is intoxicating. Sadness brings us closer to our soul and self, allowing us to start from the heartbeat and gain the wisdom of life; it allows us to sublimate from sadness, enjoy the rich emotional content of life, and get the release and comfort of the soul through listening.

"Chewing Life" selects dozens of classic prose essays by famous Chinese and foreign writers over the past century to share their insights on life and explain the true meaning of life. You can open the volume to read it and savor it carefully. You will be fascinated by each article. Loving life is the foundation of happiness, sympathy for life is the foundation of morality, and reverence for life is the foundation of faith. Watch famous people talk about life, learn the meaning of life, realize the happiness of life, and correct your attitude towards life.

"Chinese Book and Literature Museum·Appreciation of Fine Works: Private Confessions" selects the works of hundreds of talented writers at home and abroad, and is a collection of beautiful works created with great devotion. The masterpieces collected by famous artists either recall youth and reminisce about the passing years; some have far-reaching intentions and show philosophical insights; some miss relatives and friends and express deep emotions; or they explore beautiful scenery and appreciate the natural customs. Let readers fully appreciate the beauty of language, emotion, artistic conception and thought of famous works.

"Philosophical Enlightenment" selects classic prose essays by dozens of famous Chinese and foreign writers over the past century who talked about ideals, beliefs, truth, love, truth, goodness and beauty, and other philosophy of life. You can open the volume and read it carefully, and you will be fascinated by every article. Famous masters look at all aspects of human society, and through their thorough insights into the world, they warn the world with beautiful and meaningful words, and illuminate the ideal life in reality with the light of wisdom.

"This Day Has Come" contains some of the poems that the author Zou Xiaoya has been practicing for ten years. Reading Zou Xiaoya's poems, you can see the majesty of his poems, which are full of interest inadvertently, and when you think about it in this kind of interest, it will be profound. Her poems are simple, down-to-earth, and unpretentious. They are mostly drawn from real scenes of life, and a shining knife can suddenly appear from some seemingly casual details. Countryside objects, human relationships, and fragments of memories are all displayed one by one. They are not exaggerated, intense, deformed, or even sad at all. The emotions in the poem present a rich and delicate background, thick yet fresh, and you are not only moved by it when you read it.

Life is not a straight line, but like a tree, most of us must be transplanted before it can bloom. Only by breaking free from the shackles of the soul and breaking the bottlenecks in the heart can we pursue an indifferent and tranquil life; by untying the knots in the heart, we can release the inner depression. Winning and losing are just like the smoke of the past, fleeting. To pursue the freedom of the soul, you must open the window of your heart, let go of loneliness, and integrate yourself into the flow of people. In this complicated world, if you are tired, you might as well take a break.

I'm sorry, I don't know how to express my apology to you. Maybe the harm I have caused you cannot be expressed in one sentence, but now I can only say to you "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" I lit the candle, and the dim light of Ren Rudou spread freely but softly. I sat cross-legged casually, looking out the window, watching the yellow leaves swaying in the wind, sighing helplessly, and I couldn't help but feel resentful. Looking back, I suddenly realized that some people and things have been hidden behind the years and time, which are eternal and profound. A collection of short essays about youthful love.

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.

Maybe God deliberately allows us to meet a few people who are not destined to be together before we meet the true love in life, so that we can learn to cherish this belated gift. As all impulses, passions, and romance disappear, your concern and concern for that person remain undiminished. That is love. Endless love stories.

You have always asked me to call you "eldest brother", and you have called me "girl". This has been the case for so many years. No matter where you are, your shadow will always follow me, just like the unchanging name between us. From beginning to end. The forgotten days seem to make people miss you even more. You still care about me meticulously, fearing that I will be wronged in the slightest. But I always feel that you are just carefully making up for the harm he caused me, that's all. You have changed a lot and become worried about gains and losses, but what remains unchanged is that you still call me "girl".

The blue petals are full of desire. The butterfly avoids the sun and flutters towards the blue of death, with its transparent wings flowing with seductive red! In the darkness, they were entangled with each other, lingering sadly. In an instant, the warm liquid began to spread, then dried up, and the strange blue color in the darkness began to dissolve into transparency...

Everything is like fireworks, disappearing in an instant! I just remember to invalidate yesterday in front of myself. I just want love, and I just want you to give me a chance. If I am wrong or you are wrong, I will bear everything. Because I believe that you are my answer. I am not afraid of anyone laughing at me for being extreme. I just believe in my own feelings and intuition. If I fall in love with you, I will not retreat. I said that if I fall in love with you, I will not dodge the problems you give me. I prefer to love, and love harder, so that you can understand my sincerity. Because I have no other way to go. I am waiting for your dependence on your preference. Even if it hurts, it's enjoyable and I won't regret it. But why does this love-forgetting water remind me of the past and nostalgia again? At this moment of waving, I will not close my eyes again. Then I miss the shocking attachment, and I am nostalgic for the person who is far away. But looking back, I can see that I have never gone far and my eyes have not changed in this life. A collection of beautiful essays that brings together youthful romance.

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!

Men and women are a book that can never be read. The topic of men and women is like Sichuan kimchi. The more you eat it, the more you love it. The man who carries a bunch of celery every day is too vulgar and not romantic; the woman who wears an apron and goes around the pot every day is full of oil and is not delicate at all, so extraordinary men and women appear.

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.

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.

How much a person can achieve intellectually depends to a large extent on how noble his character is. A child's growth is a process of constant making mistakes and continuous improvement. Parents should cultivate their children's ability to reflect on their own mistakes, which is more effective than parents or others pointing out their mistakes and then correcting them. Everyone makes mistakes, but mistakes can teach you something you can't learn anywhere. On the other hand, emotional intelligence is the mutual influence of nature and acquired environment. Parents should establish correct values ​​when educating their children. If you have love, you should express it. Yes, if you love me, hug me, if you love her, hug her.

The arrival of love, like buying cigarettes, is unpredictable. When you buy a pack of cigarettes from a street vendor's stall or from a splendid shopping mall, you don't know which one will be your love, or whether there will be your love at all. Just like when you are walking on the street or daydreaming about it on a warm afternoon, you don't know whether you will light a cigarette. There is no warning for the arrival of love, just like there is no warning for the lighting of a cigarette. Without premeditation, you fall in love, or you light a cigarette. Collection of interviews with high school students about puppy love and online dating, with detailed data analysis.

We who had never known each other came together and became classmates, partners, and boyfriend and girlfriend. That night you forced me to fall in love with you and make me your woman. I know you are not a good boy and I shouldn't fall in love with you, but I still fell into it. From then on, I felt restless in class every day, and my eyes always looked at you with disappointment. I waited for you to come to me after class. However, I know in my heart that I am not your favorite woman, but I cannot hide my love for you. Do you know how much my heart hurts every time I see you playing with other girls? A collection of youthful and romantic prose short stories.

Time flies, but I can never pretend not to care about her. Since we can't be together, I can only love her quietly in my heart... Standing at this intersection full of thorns. I looked back and saw red tears staining the sky, silent and grand; I heard the hoarse roar of sadness resounding through the valley, heartbreaking and grand. Just like my passing years, so pale and helpless. But who will witness such grand ruin, such pale decadence, and pay homage to such helpless lost youth... This book is a collection of essays about love, life, youth, experience, and experience.

Are those flowers still there? Are those flowers old? I can't help but think of those years, yes! The memories have been fixed at that time, the laughter at that time, the love at that time... I didn't talk to others because I was already used to such loneliness. The light disappeared together with the flowing clouds, and the coming of darkness began to soothe my heart. Huddled there, everything was so quiet, so quiet. I tried to find my own direction, but I was so helpless. All I know is that I am following this path. The light shed by the street lamp is so bright, but there is only one person who appreciates it. The wind howled, and her long hair swayed in the wind. My eyes were dry, but I looked ahead persistently. Even though I looked far and wide, I could only see a yellow line in the distance, with stars twinkling with intoxicating light. I know that my heart is still that monotonous gray. The night is still so quiet, and the person in the night is still alone. A collection of essays about love, dreams, chasing stars, growth, and insights.

"From Old Europe to New England" is a collection of travel essays. The author uses the feelings of a poet, the vision of a scholar, and the perspective of a traveler to show the culture contained in nature and the life scenes active in culture. From England to France, from Denmark to Spain, from the United States to Mexico, moments across cultures are frozen in language. The modern "Old Europe" still exudes an ancient and distant atmosphere; in the "New England" of the United States, it retains many traditions of Old England, and has a more rugged atmosphere and natural flavor. From old Europe to New England, its "old" and "new", reality and past, are waiting for us to "read" carefully.

"How far is a person from his own heart" is a collection of essays by the author Wang Zheng. It includes dozens of various essays, prose works and columns published by the author in recent years, covering culture, life, education, literature and other aspects. The article is short, the language is vivid, and the perspective is novel, especially the observation and thinking of cultural phenomena, which is close to reality and people's concerns. It echoes the current cultural appeal and emotional pulse, reflects the strong contemporary and ideological nature, and shows the individual characteristics of a scholar's essay, but it is also easy to understand, explains the profound things in a simple way, and is vivid.

"Time Silhouette" is a collection of prose works. The articles were written in the past ten years. More than ten of them were published in "Hundred Essays", "Contemporary Novels", "Literary Circle", "Great Wall" and other publications, and the rest were published in the supplement and cultural section of "Xinhua Daily". These articles closely follow hot topics and trends, explain profound things in simple terms, are full of vitality, are pertinent, speculative, and enlightening. They can be described as "cultural witnesses" since the new century. Many articles have been reprinted by major newspapers and periodicals across the country, and some works have been selected into various literary anthologies, reading textbooks, and examination questions.

This book is Lu Xun's discussion of the history of poetry, poets, poems through the ages, and his words about poetry theory. Lu Xun's poetic theory clarified the origin and development direction of poetry. At the same time, he dared to express his own opinions and did not follow others' opinions. He also made a historical materialist discussion on the content and form of poetry, pointing out the correct direction for the development of new poetry. Even today, Lu Xun's poetic theory still has far-reaching historical and practical significance for the establishment and development of Marxist poetry theory in the history of modern literary criticism.

This book includes articles such as "Reading at random", "To Yan Limin", "To Hu Shi", "To Zhang Tingqian", "So-called novels among the Song Dynasty and its aftermath", "Fourteen Years of "Reading the Classics"", "Reading the Classics and Reading History".

It's night, Chinese Valentine's Day, and the moonlight is like water. I still can't help but think of you. Just let me miss you quietly like this. Outside the window, the night is already very deep and the sky is vast. But the longing heart can't find the heart to go home. You may have already fallen asleep at this moment, so let me accompany you. Take a journey of the heart and have a moment of gentle lingering. Let my dreams no longer be miserable. In the vast sea of ​​people, you have entered my world. My world is wonderful because of your appearance, but also helpless because of your appearance. I want to give you the whole world, and I want to give you the whole me. No matter how the years change, no matter how ups and downs the world is, I just want to guard the wind and rain of my life and the glory of my life for you. However, it is now an unattainable dream. Because you gave up on me so easily.

"The drizzle is invisible, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent... Life is always unpredictable... Everything is constantly changing... However, in the world... In life... There are always some quiet things... Waiting quietly beside you and me... When the moisture in the memory once again tainted Li Ge by the West Lake, when The hazy moonlight once again floats on the alienated expressions of frequent passers-by. When the confusion fades, will anyone think of that song, that smile, that loneliness? She is always smiling, with watery light, quiet and lonely, like an open lily. His eyes sparkle because of her playful lyrics, and because of her fragrance. "

At this moment, I really want to cry without tears. Looking at this strange city and the street lights, those street lights are so strange. I tore my clothes and screamed in pain, am I dreaming? Will my friends be so nasty and disgusting? No, it can't be them, they are my good sisters... I recall that school has just started... I will leave this city tomorrow. Walking from one end of the main road to the other, my thoughts are rolling. I am trying to find out why they mutate? This kind of extreme performance cannot be included by simple naivety.

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.

Life is a flower, love is nectar. The four seasons that we have to go through are the process of growth. Are those flowers that have experienced rain and snow together the fate brought by the four seasons? But who can predict the fate of deep or shallow fate? When a boy and a girl first fell in love, the boy folded a thousand paper cranes for the girl and hung them in the girl's room. The boy said to the girl, these thousand paper cranes represent a thousand pieces of my heart. At that time, boys and girls were feeling the sweetness and happiness of love every second.

Love is like a sharp carving knife, using its soft edge to complete beautiful micro-carvings on tears. People never know when the most important thing in their lives will happen, when they will understand the truth that affects their lives, and when they will meet the most important person in their lives. There are dried water marks on the paper. From the rim of the cup she kissed, or from her eyes, he thought. Tears can reflect a person's soul. Is her soul cold or warm? He wanted to know.

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.

Mo Shaowen and the girl met outside the gate of the airport. The two opened the door of a taxi at the same time. When the man saw the girl anxiously holding her cell phone and saying something with inquiring eyes, what was she saying? "Miss, please go first!" After the girl made the call, she realized her recklessness and said embarrassedly: If you don't mind, how about we come together? That day, the smoke was warm and the clouds were sparse, filling in the green tiles. The hibiscus trees on both sides of the road were growing well. The branches and leaves are interlaced under the clear sky, and are roasted by the sun to create a faint warm fragrance. Two days later, the girl reported to the company for the first time and immediately recognized the man sitting in the high-back chair who was sitting in a car at the airport.