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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.

In the ancient and mysterious kingdom, one day, a group of strangely dressed people came. They come from the distant east and have completely different customs from here, but they believe in the same god Apollo. It was precisely because of Apollo's guidance that they traveled all the way to settle here and prepare to build a new home. The leader of the tribe passed away a few years ago, leaving only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old daughter named Ai Luo. The clansmen had no intention of electing a new leader, but instead bowed to the young Ai Luo. The reason for this was probably known only to the priest Hanny.

He had been married to her for many years, and the passion of love and first marriage had not subsided over time. They integrated their feelings for each other into the tedious housework, treated each other as guests, and their love grew stronger over time. For a period of time, she felt weak all over and had inexplicable black and purple spots on her body. When she went to the hospital for a checkup, her platelets were only one-tenth of normal, and she was diagnosed with autoimmune thrombocytopenia. From then on, he and she embarked on a journey to seek medical advice everywhere.

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

Every relationship is beautiful, and every journey together is intoxicating. It is the regret that we cannot have that makes us feel more attached; it is the sleepless longing in the middle of the night that makes us feel more nostalgic. Love is a questionnaire with no answer, and hard pursuit cannot make life more complete. Maybe a little regret and a little sadness will make this answer more meaningful and longer-lasting. Pick up your mood and keep walking. If you miss the flower, you will get rain; if you miss her, I will meet you. Keep walking and you will eventually reap your own beauty.

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

The large fabric sofa is where I sit, a pile of snacks are readily available on the coffee table, and the thick duvet warms my body. I rested my chin on the Shar-Pei silk cotton pillow and stared at the alarm clock with the cartoon frog for a long time without blinking. When the hour hand pointed to 4 p. M., I suddenly got up from the sofa, washed up and went out. I have a habit of always figuring out what I'm going to wear the next day before I lie down to avoid panic. In this way, a quarter of an hour later I was eating and talking with Zhong Liang in the Tianlun Dynasty International Food Street. Zhong Liang put a lot of seafood and meat into the rice pot, and I only picked a few fruits. "Zhong Liang, don't just eat. Do you think I'm ugly now?" "Zhong Lin, if you keep your face whiter, you'll be a ghost."

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

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

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.

Holding your hand is still so familiar, as if your body temperature has never cooled in my hand; your smiling face is still hanging in front of my eyes, as if it has never disappeared; your voice still echoes in my ears, as if it has never dissipated... And all of this can only be expressed in such words... Because you are no longer by my side. When I woke up in the morning, I saw fallen leaves everywhere outside, covering the road leading to the school tightly, like a night rain. The breeze blew, and I suddenly felt chilly, and I couldn't help shivering. The fallen leaves and the cool breeze seem to announce to people that "autumn is coming."

I have always considered myself a very cold person. I feel a bit unworldly, and I always feel that everything is self-centered. Thinking about it now, this feeling is normal. Everyone probably only knows what they think and do! So much so that you can only position certain things based on your own mood! If it hadn't been for my unfounded speculation at the beginning, maybe we would be an enviable couple now! In fact, it's not that I'm afraid that he will get involved, but that he will be influenced by bad people and there will be some bad consequences in the end.

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.

In the warm spring of March, I sat quietly by the window sill, the lavender wind chime continued its music, and the CD record was still playing hoarsely, but I felt it was extremely noisy. Through the window, I looked up at the endless sky. In this season, I suddenly wanted to plant love. And many people may be like me. After all, at the age of seventeen, in the prime of life, they all want to have some simple happiness to set off their dazzling youth. Only with happiness can they find a position and care for their indulgence.

During a Chinese language test, my deskmate suddenly had an inspiration when he was silently uttering words. The first sentence: I asked you how much sorrow you can have. I asked you to complete the second sentence. He added: Just like a red cross left on the paper (original sentence: Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward). He was slapped with an x~ He even said smugly: "So my inspiration is very good!" It was also a silent word for the Chinese language test. The topic was: If a jade is not polished, it will not become a useful tool. As a result, the top student in our class answered: My friend's wife, you are welcome. The parents were called to school the next day. It's another Chinese language test. The question is: The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front. Someone answered: Each generation becomes more and more waves. The result is naturally the parents, meeting the parents again.

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

I am a frustrated fighter who can only use roses as a bow and songs as arrows to conquer the fortress of love. What you catch may not be yours; what you give up may be yours. Love has always been a matter of thousands of twists and turns. How can you know how to love someone who has never been abandoned or hurt? Love turns out to be an experience. Many things in life are so wonderful! It's not that there are many sentimental people! It's that there are too many people who only know how to cherish things after they have passed! It's too late to regret!

Perhaps you will not be unfamiliar with the saying "Behind every successful man, there must be a great female support". It goes without saying that many women choose self-sacrifice based on this understanding, choose to rely on men to realize their own value, rely on the brilliance of their husbands to illuminate themselves, and regard their husbands as their God. I saw a report in a magazine about a woman who is absolutely outstanding in every aspect. When she appears on the TV screen, millions of viewers admire her charming grace; when she discusses business with foreign guests, young and beautiful female translators will feel ashamed.

People often think that the age of sixteen is the flowering season, but I think that the age of sixteen is too mature and should be the "fruit season". The age of thirteen is the real dreamy flowering season. Thirteen years old, what a wonderful age, one foot has already stepped onto the threshold of youth. But the other foot is stuck in childhood dreams and refuses to come out. At the age of thirteen, we have really indescribable personalities and inexplicable people. I lay quietly on the bed, but my thoughts had already flown to the other side of the Pacific Ocean. I walked carelessly in the lush American jungle.

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

What is love? What is the true meaning of love? Are they deceiving each other? Or hurt each other? Or is it taking advantage? Love is the spark produced by the collision of two hearts; love is the feeling of being electrocuted; love is the shy smile and the trembling of the heart when seeing the person you love; love is the tacit understanding where the hearts are connected; love is the state in which one would rather suffer oneself than the suffering of the loved one; love is the spirit of being able to sacrifice one's life to save the one he loves without hesitation when he is in danger! These heartfelt words are her interpretation of love as a new era sentimentalist! She is a complete sentimentalist who values ​​love supreme. Her life's requirements are not high, she just wants to find someone who loves each other and can stay together for life. However, fate is so unfair to her, causing her to be frustrated many times, and her heart is full of holes!

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.

Loving someone is painful, but he changed my life! I used to think that I hated him very much, that I never wanted to see him again in this life, and that I would never forgive him. I thought I would never forget the pain and hurt he once caused me. After four years of separation, we had no contact at all. I had never thought of him before, and I had never thought about what would happen between us. But I can't, because I don't know what the outcome will be, let alone how to deal with the future ending.

A month has passed, and the girl is still asleep, while the boy is already haggard, but he is still struggling to support himself. Finally one day, God was moved by this infatuated boy. So he decided to make an exception for this persistent boy. God asked him: "Are you willing to use your life in exchange?" The boy replied without hesitation: "I do!" God said: "Okay, I can make your lover wake up soon, but you have to agree to turn into a dragonfly for three years, are you willing?" After hearing this, the boy replied firmly: "I do!" At dawn, the boy had turned into a beautiful dragonfly. He said goodbye to God and hurried to the hospital. The girl really woke up, and she was still talking to a doctor next to her, but unfortunately he couldn't hear her.

One, two, three... Orange autumn leaves fell in a swirling pattern. One drop, two drops, three drops... Cold tears fell heavily. Tears splashed on the autumn leaves, and the autumn leaves were covered with tears. Once again, I came under the familiar sycamore tree and stared into the distance, looking into the distance. Maybe it's the last time to wait, when thoughts are growing like weeds; maybe it's the last time to hope, when sadness is rolling like wheat waves. Those who are constantly cutting are the long-term sorrow; those who are still confused are the strands of separation. You should come into my mind again, your smile is still so cute, your hair is still so flowing, and your eyes are still so charming. I hope, I hope that in this last wait, the fallen leaves can be returned to the autumn trees, the tears can be returned to the eyes, and your figure can cover my wandering and worried heart, and return to my arms again.

A kind of happiness is hidden deep in the heart, and small happiness blooms in the heart only when it belongs to the heart. How much time have you given to your own soul in the rapid alternation of sun and moon? What do you think about in the time that belongs to your soul? In the deep night, sipping a cup of tea that is getting colder, there is still a faint concern, a hazy yearning, and a light expectation. Is it a dialogue from heart to heart? It makes me unable to be lonely and calm for a long time. So, I have no time to care whether you are old or young, ugly or beautiful, close at hand or far away; so I have similar insomnia every night; I look forward to you in every silent night, and I am happy to have hope.

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.

In life, there are always some touches that people will remember for a lifetime; there is always an unbearable pain that people will remember for a lifetime; there are always some regrets that are destined to be carried for a lifetime. Some scars, scratched on the hands, become a thing of the past after healing... Like thousands of unsolvable complexes, tightly entangled in the heart. However, in the end, you will still know that people will grow up and how difficult it is to maintain an unchanged heart. Under all kinds of pressure and desire, who is willing to just be a boy in everyone's eyes forever? Who doesn't want to be called a real man?

"Asking what is love in the world, does it mean life and death?" From a certain perspective, family affection is a kind of depth, friendship is a kind of breadth, and love is a kind of purity. Family affection is a kind of sunshine bathing without conditions and asking for nothing in return; friendship is a vast embankment of understanding that can share weal and woe; and love is a kind of mysterious and boundless spiritual illumination that can make people forget their feelings in songs and shed tears. Friendship is love without wings. When I first heard this sentence, I was confused. How could friendship be love? Love without wings? If this statement were about the friendship between two girls, would it be equally true? Does it mean that the friendship between these two girls is very deep, but it is not love. Love without wings is not love. It can only be friendship, deep friendship, is that right?

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...

It's not that I don't love, it's that I can't love. At this time, at this stage, please take your love back... If someone says that I'm too emotional, I don't object. I love the lush, colorful flowers, plants and trees; I love the dazzling, looming sun, moon and stars; I also love rare and exotic species, flexible and free birds, beasts, fish and insects. If a person appreciates the world, then the world will be worth appreciating to him. I appreciate the life of standing in front of the window sill on a rainy day and silently counting the wind. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River often brings a trace of melancholy, and when it falls on people, it is sticky and sad that cannot be shaken off. The patter of rain clings to the window pane, dragging the underlying layer of turbidity, like tears, dragging tears. However, I often feel that the cotton rain in the south of the Yangtze River is gentle and quiet, pregnant with life and pregnant with Qiji.

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

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

Love, it turns out, is an experience. I hope people will last forever. An ancient fable: 500 years later, I came here and passed you by. Do I need to practice for another 500 years to continue our fate, or drink the Meng Po soup that was prepared a long time ago. Now, I have found the answer. I am going to fall into the next cycle of passing each other. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River together. When will this water stop? When will this hatred come together? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love... I always miss the flowering period. Traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, what I have lost is the olive tree in my heart... Okay? The question is like a voice that has never been heard in ancient times. Maybe it is a lifelong dream in exchange for this sentence. There has been wind and rain for thousands of years outside the door, and tears are falling down. What does a bird that cannot sing call? What does a goose that has no news call? What am I without you? In the mirror, I am beautiful

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.

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

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

I think of those days, that night, sleeping in the wild, with the lawn as a bed, the sky as a quilt, the moonlight as illumination, the stars as decoration, lying in groups of three or five, hugging each other, as if sleeping but not sleeping, with your words and my words, full of passion and pride, swallowing up mountains and rivers, and aiming to win the Five Mountains. Frankly speaking, being a beautiful woman, gaining fame and fortune is as easy as picking something out of a bag. Talk loudly, everyone expresses his or her own opinion. You are in one school, and I am in my own way. Current affairs and politics, the rise and fall of the world, are nothing less than countless treasures and eloquent words. I think back then, once we were separated, there was no hope of getting together, and we went our separate ways with different futures. The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap. In the past ten years, some people have become prosperous and spent a lot of money; some people have been down and out; some people have been proud and responded to a hundred responses; some have been frustrated and remain unknown; indeed, the old saying goes: Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river. Some are happy and some are sad.

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

As the saying goes: all roads lead to Rome. The starting point is at your feet and the end point is in Rome. There is only one shortest road, but there are more than one wonderful roads. The results are the same, but the process is different. Some people walk in gentle wind and drizzle, and some walk in violent storms. When they reach the end, the most unforgettable experiences for them are probably the wonderful, romantic, lonely or dangerous experiences on the way, because for them it is a personal feeling and personal understanding, and this kind of feeling and understanding on the way is often more beautiful and unforgettable than the result and the end point.

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

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.

Ruimu sniffed, walking aimlessly on the street alone, the shadows under her feet slanting and straightening, and then she grinned, as bright as a flower in this season. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, her shadow finally formed a 40-degree angle with herself. She raised her head and squinted her eyes. The maze-like city was swallowing her up little by little, but she could only look around and walk like this, unable to do anything. "Did you lose something important?" He was the only one who spoke to Ruimu that afternoon, but the tears in the eyes of the girl in front of him made the man a little overwhelmed. Her greasy hair was hanging messily, and the skin on her face began to turn red from crying. Only her eyes were bright, and her tears were as transparent as crystal, falling down in large pieces. In a city like this, it's rare to see a sloppy girl like Mizuki, and he is the only one who would follow Mizuki for so long. That's right, his name is Li Sheng, a famous photographer in this city who spends a lot of time wandering around.

Jiawang had come to the city several times before with his father and second uncle, but this was the first time he came alone in a car. The bus wasn't crowded, but it was packed with seats. A fashionable girl came up on the way, wearing long hair, boots, short skirt, and carrying a big shiny bag. Jiawang knew that the city girls dressed up in such incredible ways, but he couldn't help but look at her more. Jiawang was born and raised in the countryside. When he was 23 years old, he left home and went to the city to find something to do. Unexpectedly, he rescued a city girl in the car.

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?"

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.

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?

When you fall in love with someone, don't care about how long you can be in love, don't care about each other's gains and losses in this life journey. If one day you really have to say goodbye, then say goodbye with tears, thank each other, thank you and me for the journey of life, and the bright flowers blooming in your memory. What a pleasant and warm thing. When you fall in love with someone, please treat her tenderly. Although one day you are destined to choose the helpless half of life, you must also make our memories perfect. At least we once had each other...