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This book is based on the stories of "ordinary heroes" that were highlighted by mainstream media such as China Central Radio and Television, Xinhua News Agency, and People's Daily in 2020 and aroused heated public opinion, and is presented with wonderful original hand-painted paintings. Each story in the book is equipped with a QR code linking to related reports or videos. Every era has its heroes. What supports the entire era are actually more unknown "ordinary heroes". They may be close neighbors and friends, or they may be strangers passing by. They are selfless and fearless, they are doing good, they go against the grain, they defend the country and guard the borders, they are dedicated to their work, they are on the front line of poverty alleviation, and their voices resound in remote schools... They use their ordinary words, deeds, and sincere emotions to write a heroic epic that belongs to the present and to us.

"Notes on a Visit to the Red Army" is written by Duan Yaping, a red history scholar and veteran Communist Party member, who searched for the hometown of the Red Army and the Long March Road. It lasted for decades and traveled 100,000 miles. He traveled to 28 provinces, municipalities, and autonomous regions at his own expense, and visited more than 300 Red Army sites, memorial halls, and former residences of martyrs. The fourth red monograph in this edition tells the glorious history of the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Red Army during the Second Civil Revolutionary War, including "Road to the Red Army", "Visiting the Red Army Experience", "Touching Stories" and "Cultural Exchanges", etc., With a total of ten chapters and 34 sections of text and more than 200 on-site pictures. Let the fire of faith keep burning, let the red gene be integrated into the blood, and let the red spirit inspire power. This is Duan Yaping's original intention and motivation for "visiting the red" and writing about it. In between visits and writing, he also participated in the recording of the CCTV feature film "Xiongguanmandao-Songs on the Long March", and held special red lectures in schools, community party and mass centers, and social groups, sparing no effort to publicize the story of the Red Army and carry forward the spirit of the great Long March. Shenzhen TV, Hong Kong Cable TV, China Culture News and other media all conducted interviews and reports on his "trip to visit Hong Kong".

In the 40 years since the establishment of the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone, the literary and art circles in Shenzhen have grown from scratch and grown from small to large. When the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles was established, there were only 7 literary and artistic associations (society), and now it has 12 literary and artistic associations in various categories. The Federation of Literary and Art Circles has 103 members at the first literary congress in 1981. As of October 2020, it has formed a literary and artistic army of 911 national association members, 2319 provincial association members, and 9014 municipal association members.

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

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!

The daughters of the Red Mansion in Cao Xueqin's works are all of good nature and have extraordinary talents. Among them, the sentimental Lin Baoyu is the most representative. For Chinese people, Lin Daiyu is synonymous with "absolute petty bourgeoisie". If a petty bourgeoisie woman can be called "Daiyu", it means that she is first of all a more feminine woman. Daiyu is artistic, melancholic, and likes reading and writing. She is outstanding in talent and appearance, superior to others, and has an extremely persistent pursuit of love; she is weak and sickly, with congenital deficiencies, and acts like a weak willow supporting a phoenix; Daiyu stays true to her faith and abides by the creed of "what is pure comes and goes clean". "Dark-colored jade," "Sorrowful singing of dark blue is about to give birth to smoke," "Flowers wither, flowers fly all over the sky, red fades, fragrance fades, who can pity me?"

Love is like chewing gum. After a long time, it will become dull and tasteless. When you feel it is dull, you will want to give up. No matter where you throw it, it will leave traces that are difficult to erase. Inexperienced first love is charming, but love that can stand the test is priceless. If light is the first love object in life, then isn't love the light of the heart? Falling in love is our second rebirth. Through vivid cases, this book shows you love stories of different shapes and takes you to experience different kinds of love.

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

I like to play volleyball, and to be precise, I like the moment when I hit the ball: the ball falls high and hits the bowl. For a short time, a huge force presses on your hand, but with the vigorous upward movement of the wrist, the ball bounces high again. At the same time, the long-term depression, anger, and sadness that have been pressed in your heart seem to fly away from your body and mind along with it. I like this feeling. The joy in my heart will cover up the pain in my wrist. All the bad moods will disappear with this cruel blow, and a lot of space will be vacant in my heart. I like this way of venting.

Pete sat on the third bench to the right of the east entrance next to the sidewalk across from the Federation Square fountain. For nine years, every Thanksgiving, he always sat here at exactly one o'clock. Every time he sat like this, there was always some Charles Dickens-like experience that made his waistcoat bulge over his heart, as did his back. Pete came to his annual rendezvous today out of habit rather than hunger. It seems that it takes such a long time for the poor to be tortured by hunger. Of course, this is only the point of view of the philanthropist.

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.

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.

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

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

Pure love can only appear in fairy tales, but secular love is as ubiquitous as the air. We have passed the era of poets, and romantic love has died with the death of Gu Cheng. One indicator of secular love is the so-called love token. There should be N kinds of love tokens, and the unified label is secular. I once tried to figure out what kind of crap a love token is. Maybe it's a love letter, maybe it's flowers, maybe it's a diamond ring that will be passed down forever, maybe it's an eternal oath.

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

My first love was a long time ago. It was ten years ago, when I was in college, in the carefree ivory tower era. Heimer is the student union president of our department and the captain of the basketball team. He is a sunny and handsome boy. At that time, Heimo was the "Prince Charming" in the minds of many girls. Of course, those girls include me. I remember that in order to attract his attention, I took every opportunity to inquire about his hobbies. After knowing that he liked blue, I almost wore blue clothes.

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.

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

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

In the eternal fantasy kingdom, there are beautiful buildings and jade buildings, small bridges and flowing water, chirping birds and insects, and the blurred water mist. In the kingdom of heaven, there are the purest flowers, the purest grass, the purest water; the one who smiles is the most holy heart, the most gorgeous white wings, the whitest clothes, the lightest body, the angel in my heart. Not polluted by the rain of the world, not buried by the trivial words of vulgar people, not covered by the beauty of flowers. Beautiful angel, do you really exist? It is the smoke and clouds in the sky that always block my pursuit, just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's once a year as difficult. Or are you, the elegant person, unwilling to meet the vulgar me? No matter what, I long for and look forward to wonderful adventures.

When we plant a fruit tree, we always think: "This is the best fruit tree in the world. It will bloom the most beautiful flowers and bear the sweetest fruits!" Similarly, when we start a job, we always think: "I am the best, and my work is also the best." However, when the fruit matures and falls, we should ask ourselves: "Is this the best?" The answer is often no, because: there is no best, only better! This is a kind of positive reflection. This kind of reflection is a kind of motivation to move forward, a kind of courage to face life directly, and a kind of wisdom to advance despite difficulties. It is this kind of positive reflection that makes our work "new, new, and new every day"! It is this kind of positive reflection that makes our lives better and better! It is this kind of positive reflection that makes our world more and more brilliant. Do you remember this concise and helpful sentence: There is no best, only better! Let it accompany you to the glory of your career!

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

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

If fraud happens to a specific person in a specific event, and the randomness is not enough to worry about, then planned and organized group fraud is worrisome. China's fraud phenomenon is also evolving from small-scale individual fraud to organized group fraud, from fraud by people in a certain industry to fraud by people from all walks of life. Do you know how serious fraud is in China? People cheat in all walks of life and at all ages; even children have learned how to bribe teachers and get other children to choose them as class president. Books such as "The Book of Deception", "How to Lie", and "Houhei Xue" can be seen everywhere on the streets. They blatantly teach readers how to cheat and play power. This shows the seriousness of fraud in China.

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.

This book contains a total of nineteen travel notes, which are realistic descriptions of scenic and holy places in Southeast Asia. Among them are the majestic Huangshan Mountain with cascading dangerous cliffs; the Yandang Mountain with its various peaks and rocks; the Mogan Mountain that is full of green bamboos to forget the hot summer; the West Lake that is always suitable for wearing light and heavy makeup; the Fuchun River with green water and green mountains;

The works collected in this book are mostly about flowers, plants, landscapes, customs, and customs, and there are also descriptions of new things, new construction, and happy life. The author's writing style is simple and natural, clear and beautiful, and has strong knowledge, which is deeply loved by readers.

This book contains thirty-five essays by Zhou Shojuan, including a general introduction to common flowers and fruits, and records of legends about flowers and fruits, the chants of ancient poets, and the achievements of working people. There are also proses about travel notes and descriptions of local customs.

Zhou Shojuan's writing style is simple and natural, clear and beautiful, and has strong knowledge, which is deeply loved by readers. Feel the poetry of life between the lines of flowers, plants and trees. The "Zhou Shoujuan's Self-edited Collection" series of books collects most of Mr. Zhou's representative works for the enjoyment of readers.

This book is a collection of 53 letters written by the author Zhou Shojuan from Suzhou to his daughter Zhou Ying in Hong Kong in his later years, including "Singing and Dancing to Celebrate National Day", "Two Festivals", "Yellow Flowers Everywhere Fragrant", "My Family's Chrysanthemum Exhibition", "Suzhou is Full of White Snow in Spring", "Welcome the New Year and Welcome the Spring", "Welcome the Spring with Everything", "Talking about Plum Blossoms in the Plum Blossom Season", etc.

"The Age of Stars" is a literary memoir by the Russian writer I. I. Banaev. Banaev was born in the early 19th century and was active in the Russian literary world from the 1830s to the 1960s. This period was the period when Russia It was a star-studded "golden age" in the history of Sri Lankan literature. During this period, literary masters such as Pushkin, Lermontov, Herzen, Nekrasov, Turgenev, Gogol, and Dostoevsky all became famous or emerged in the literary world. Advanced intellectuals such as Belinsky, Dobrolyubov, and Chernyshevsky also established revolutionary democratic views and advocated critical realist literature during this period. Panaev was at the center of the literary circle of this period and had close relationships with them and was very familiar with them. By recalling his interactions with these writers and intellectuals, he restored to us the daily life of the literary world in that star-studded golden age, and also recorded the unknown life and creative details of these literary masters.

On October 26, 1999, a young woman, Shiori Ino, was stabbed to death in front of JR Okekawa Station in Saitama Prefecture, Japan. The victim reported the case to the police many times because he had been stalked and harassed for a long time, but the police did not pay attention to it and ultimately failed to prevent the tragedy. In the process of investigating this incident, reporter Qing Shuijie followed the guidance of the "last words" left by the victim before his death, visited various parties to investigate, and found the culprit as a reporter when the police ignored clues and failed in the investigation. This further exposed the police's indifference and perfunctory to the victim's report before his death, as well as their attempts to discredit the victim and cover up the facts of malfeasance after the incident. The case triggered strong social repercussions and promoted the promulgation of Japan's "Stalking and Harassment Code of Conduct Act." This book is a complete record of the event.

This book is a collection of prose works. The work records the author's thoughts and perceptions in his ordinary life. From his youth to his forties, he searches for another possibility of life through words in the step-by-step life trajectory. In the subtleties, he inquires about the true meaning of life and solves life's problems.

I started having this kind of dream a long time ago. It felt so far and so close, so familiar, but I couldn't see it clearly. I think everyone has some kind of familiarity in their subconscious, which is vague and unclear, and they can't figure out the mystery. I dreamed that my previous life was in an ancient dynasty. My father was an important political official in the court. I was the only daughter in the family. I lived a life of a young lady with no worries about food and clothing. There were many servants around me. Like other ladies, I was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I was beautiful. I was the apple of my father's eye, but I could not avoid becoming a victim of politics. Very early on, my father promised me to the son of a prince in the court. I felt impatient, but there was nothing I could do. The two families agreed to get married when I was 20 years old.

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.

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

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

A faint sunset dyed the blue sky in the west red, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ancient archway, adding a bit of charm to Sioux City at dusk. There will always be people who are nostalgic for such beautiful scenery and don't want to leave, but there are also people who are leaving behind and it's hard to stay. In the wind, there are always moving stories circulating, like a sad song... Jie walked alone in Sioux City Middle School under the sunset. The campus was deserted. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around him, memories surged in like a tide. Every day is so ordinary, so peaceful, so boring. Even more so boring. Whenever a person calms down, whether sitting in front of the computer or lying in bed, he will think of many, many things...

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.

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

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

Summer is a sad season, especially in this lonely July. The wind blew through my hair and wiped away the sweat on my forehead. The cool feeling made me sober. I looked into the distance, watching the birds return and the clouds soothing and leaving. Never cut down a tree in winter. Never draw negative conclusions when you're moping around. Don't make important decisions when you are in a bad mood. Just wait patiently, winter will pass and spring will come again. "Why are some people able to see the bright side of life even if they lose their jobs, while others live in the darkness of unhappiness as adults? Seligman said that everyone has a happy "adjustment point." People can improve or destroy their happiness, but they cannot deviate too far from their "adjustment point" in either direction.

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

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

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

Poetry is a treasure in the treasure house of literature, the essence of language, the crystallization of wisdom, the flower of thought, the aura of the beauty of human nature, and the purest spiritual home of mankind. Poets at home and abroad, both ancient and modern, have written countless beautiful poems with their wonderful pen. After time, these poems have become immortal classics that transcend nations, countries, and time and space. They touch the hearts of generations and give people both ideological and artistic enjoyment and edification. Russia, which gave birth to the great poet Pushkin, is undoubtedly a pearl of world poetry, and it still shines brightly.

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.

A collection of essays, recording moments of beautiful moods, touches, feelings, touches, and every growing youth. Hao is sunny, enthusiastic and kind; his father works in the municipal government and is honest and honest. Two years ago, his parents divorced, but he was not shrouded in shadow, and the love his parents gave him was no less than before; Hao's grades were among the best in the class, his teachers liked him, and his classmates envied him; however, one thing made him unhappy... Calm questioning is the ideal bone. Maintaining a calm and questioning attitude is also a sign of sobriety. The greatest pain in life is a life of confusion. Although confusion is sometimes said to be a kind of happiness, it is more often sad and bitter. Reason and calmness are the only arbitration in life and the only hint in the mysterious maze.