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About the subtle thoughts of youth, reflections on love, hate, life and death, the battle between black and white, good and evil, and the pursuit of ideals and beliefs... The past events of Jinling among a group of old friends, a sentimental depiction of the old days.

The author uses the personal experiences of herself, her friends, and fans of her official account to describe how brave, strong, and hard-working women get rid of the difficulties they encounter through their own efforts on the road of growth. It writes about the grievances and bitterness of millions of girls in their pursuit of independence, but they have also grown up, met better selves, and will usher in a better life. Sister Ni Miao used her warm and healing words to describe that she understood the bitterness, criticism and misunderstanding that these girls encountered in their pursuit of independence. She told them that she was supporting and understanding them, and hoped that they could continue to be strong and brave to live the independence they wanted. Let readers know: Don't depend on others, don't live by compromise, don't make do with life... You have your own distinctive attitude and style. No matter how much grievances, criticisms and misunderstandings they suffer, the author deeply understands and supports them, and firmly accompanies the readers on the arduous but bright road forward.

160,000 touching and sensual words, describing your emotional pain and hope. This book is a collection of inspirational essays on youth growth written by an eccentric little curator with special stories. In this book, she expresses her unique views on growth and love through her own real experiences and those of people around her. I once hoped that someone like you would hide me and protect me, but you turned around and left the scene so gracefully and beautifully. After that, we only had me, without you. But I will learn to get used to being alone and become better.

Many girls will face emotional problems of one kind or another. They don't know how to get along with their boyfriends. It is easy to lose themselves when they are broken up in love. The cheese girl uses her own love experience with her friends and her beautiful longing for love to help these girls find their own love rules, so that they can get out of love as soon as possible, find their lost selves, and no longer struggle with the sadness of the past, turning it into motivation to improve themselves and meet that better person. The rest of your life is very long, and the time spent with that person is indeed unforgettable, but the person you spend the rest of your life with is not him after all. Thank you for being here and not sorry for leaving. Because that person who loves you very much, that wonderful future is on the way. "The rest of my life is so long, you are so unforgettable" is the work of a cheese girl with millions of fans. It consists of 70 healing articles. Readers can see themselves in the articles. I also hope that readers can let go of the past through the text and move forward with a rich self.

There are all kinds of strange museums in the world. Don't think that going in is just to open your eyes and see the excitement. In fact, in some museums, once you go in, you may have no chance to come out again! They won't be gentler than Mr. Chainsaw's murder chamber, safer than the Wax Museum of Horror, or calmer than Japan's super-haunted house. In short, it's not that I didn't remind you, be careful, for your safety! Mr. Austin Hawke, a hidden rich man, has used half a century to build the Hawke family into a world-famous private museum monopoly king. The knowledgeable and talented museum prince Ke Juexi, driven by the astonishing collection taste of the alternative collector Asano Yukaku, has made every museum in the Hawke family a sensational and popular place for followers.

The love story of a little country girl who has no father or mother and lives with her aunt, and two men who are like princes. Although it falls into a cliché, the ending of the story is different. There is no romantic ending of Cinderella, but more of reality.

Ye Xiaochun, a small writer who received a stable salary but never gave up on making extra money, used his own boss as a character prototype and created several articles about CEOs, which were finally successfully published. But... Who did she see on the day of the book signing? The person who was so tall, handsome, outstanding, and as cold as ice handed her the book to sign, was her boss who could only be seen from a distance but not played with! ! ! Why does it feel like being caught in bed? Ye Xiaochun, who was very nervous, was completely wilted at this moment. She seemed to be able to foresee a tragic fate in the future. A scholar cannot be killed and cannot be humiliated, and a clerk must have the integrity of a clerk. She plans to bravely face the raging storm, but she is not immune to one trick - the beauty trap! Faced with the offensive of beautiful men, Ye Xiaochun had no choice but to surrender, comforting himself with pain and joy: Hahaha, I took advantage of the handsome man! It's up to you to earn it!

Yasuino, a standard fashionable handsome guy. With a cynical mentality but Freud's rigor, he is a psychiatric intern who is observant and accurate in diagnosis at the "Happy Freud" sanatorium. When he met private detective Wen Tonghuan and psychiatrist Ke Lingran by chance, he experienced a series of inexplicable and ups and downs bizarre cases related to madmen. As a result, a suspenseful plot more perverted than Hannibal, crueler than the Ripper, and more reversal than Shutter Island unfolded between the psychoanalytic genius who looked most like a madman, the most handsome and attractive psychoanalyst, and the most unreliable private detective. Terrifying hallucinations, crazy delusions, weird murals, confusing music and weird legends.

This is a story about secret love. It's just that this secret love lasted too long, long enough to awaken the memory of everyone who has had a secret love experience. In the story, the female protagonist's name is Luo Zhi. For more than ten years, she has been playing a one-man show of secret love in her own world. She has complicated feelings for the male protagonist Sheng Huainan. She is attracted to him because of his excellence, but she also hates him for other reasons. Because of Sheng Huainan, Luo Zhi followed him all the way and was admitted to the best university. Due to various opportunities, Luo Zhi and Sheng Huainan finally got closer. But the growth process and the pressure of reality made the two of them accept many tests. Can they come together? Who picked up Luo Zhi's diary? Has Sheng Huainan's family changed? Will Luo Zhi's love for Sheng Huainan persist when faced with the test of reality? In the face of family and love, will this secret love end in vain?

This novel uses the emotions of separation and reunion to describe the sighs of rise and fall. In the real historical background, the love story between Zhao Kuangyin and his wife He Min began when they were teenagers. After going through five generations and ten emperors, the two made a living and fell in love, and finally got married after being surrounded by dangers. While Zhao Kuangyin made great achievements and proclaimed himself emperor, he also embraced a beautiful woman. He Min persisted in true love and was not afraid of life and death, and finally fulfilled her long-cherished wish - one of them was a talented emperor, the other was a banished immortal with peerless beauty; one was a great husband who looked down upon the world, and the other was a beautiful lady with both talent and appearance. The same strength and stubbornness, the same wisdom and bravery, in the entanglement of love, full of hope, despair, struggle, happiness, pain, hurt... Intertwined to create a unique love. This book contains descriptions of magnificent war scenes, as well as the turbulent palace relocation strategies; the tender love between children and their children, as well as the deceitful fight to the death... It is constantly exciting and fascinating.

Sheng Xue, an official lady, is a girl who yearns for freedom and longs for love, but she has to become a concubine in the palace because of family interests. By chance, she escaped from the palace and became a bride by mistake, marrying into the palace in the courtyard as a concubine. Faced with the male protagonist's hot and cold tempers and all kinds of temptations, she skillfully resolved them. The male protagonist is obsessed with her, but she is not sure whether the infatuation in front of her is true or false. After a flashy life, she accidentally marries a good match. Let's see how she finally gets married with the deeply in love male protagonist. Let's take a look at how the witty and courageous heroine in this book becomes famous in the house, and how she obtains unrepentant love.

Have you ever had the habit of turning on your phone 24 hours a day for a man (woman), receiving text messages from him (her) in the early hours of the morning, or unable to help but send him (her) text messages. When everyone is already asleep, you will send text messages one after another to express your longing for each other and feel the warmth of caring for each other? Have you ever liked being watched by someone, like someone lighting a lamp for you late at night, leaving a door as an outlet for loneliness, and always keeping a sense of waiting and expectation anytime and anywhere? Have you ever firmly believed that if a man (woman) really loves you, his (her) mobile phone will be on for you 24 hours a day, and this is definitely an important condition?

When I was in college, I was lucky enough to fall in love with a beautiful girl named Wu. I was very scared at that time, afraid that I would not be able to support her. Later, I discovered that not only did she have a small appetite, but she was also easy-going despite her noble birth and graceful nature: she would often collect my dirty and smelly underwear, shoes and socks and wash them extremely clean, and she would always spray them with some weird fragrance. I feel that living with a beautiful girl is not that difficult. A pair of young people fell in love for a long time and got married. One day, a man wanted to buy a ring for a woman. When she walked into the shopping mall and saw the dazzling array of gold and silver jewelry, she hesitated for a long time and said hesitantly: "I don't want this, buy me a pager."

Cherry red lips, ebony hair, and a pure white heart make up a princess as beautiful as snow. From time to time, I see her standing figure on the title page of the Brothers Grimm's fairy tale collection. It seems that everyone recognizes that she is an irreplaceable authoritative figure because she is the witness of classic love. Wearing bulky wooden shoes and wearing a worn-out cloth apron, she lives in a dark corner of the kitchen. She is extremely ordinary, Cinderella. Wearing exquisite dancing shoes and a dazzling veil, Cinderella appears in the gorgeous and bright palace, captivating all living beings with her unparalleled elegance.

An explosion caused Gu Shen to hear voices from the past, thus saving Sheng Chenghuai from eight years ago, and they met again, but neither of them knew that the other was an old acquaintance. What is suspicious is that after the explosion, accidents happened to Gu Shenshen again and again. Why did the murderer of Sheng Chenghuai's mother keep biting Gu Shenshen? On the other side, Guan Hao, who was in charge of the case, discovered during the investigation that something seemed wrong with Gu Shen Shen. Until Xing Zhiyan was arrested, Guan Hao finally determined that this Gu Shen Shen was not the other Gu Shen Shen. Gu Shen found clues in his life and began to suspect that he was not himself. Sheng Chenghuai had already noticed it, but said nothing and just guarded her silently. Until a high fever, Gu Shen recovered all his memories...

This book is a youth coming-of-age novel. The work reflects the thoughts and work status of contemporary young people through the description of a girl's growth experience from campus to society. Nineteen-year-old girl Xiaomu went to work in a printing factory after graduating from school. Xiaomu was able to handle simple and repetitive tasks with ease. However, the busy interpersonal relationships in the factory made the introverted Xiaomu at a loss as to what to do. After experiencing a series of events such as skills competitions, job adjustments, and personnel changes, Xiaomu has become increasingly mature. After a period of experience, Xiaomu finally adapted to life from campus to society, completing a small change in her life.

When the ex-girlfriend of the world champion met the ex-boyfriend of the idol singer... They reunited for the first time after not seeing each other for many years. Neither of them expected that it would be like this. Huaiyan said: "It turns out to be my ex-boyfriend who is a superstar. Sorry, disrespectful!" Lu Yunshen said: "Where, where, I am lucky to have an ex-girlfriend of the world champion." An evenly matched love, a romantic and passionate journey. It turns out that loving you is my original intention and belief. "What kind of mobile phone do you have, which pushes my messages all day long?" "I don't understand, maybe... It's a mobile phone that loves you." "..." "She's your wife now?" "She's my life." She is my wife and my life. It turns out that the best lover hopes that he will become famous all over the world, and also hopes that he will live in seclusion. Looking forward to dreams, but also looking forward to love.

Gu Zhaozhao was once the apple of his parents' eye. When he was in high school, he met Luo Yihang, a gloomy boy. In his youth, pure love sprouted. Luo Yihang was an orphan since he was a child. He was adopted by many families and then returned to the orphanage. He was proud, introverted, and lonely in his heart. It wasn't until he met Gu Zhaozhao that he gradually opened his heart. Gu Zhaozhao's father was a primary school principal. He petitioned many times over the demolition issue and later died in a car accident. Facing a huge change and coincident with the college entrance examination, Gu Zhaozhao broke up with Luo Yihang in order to get a recommendation spot. Near the end of college, Gu Zhaozhao met Luo Yihang again. Luo Yihang thought she was greedy for money and broke up with him, so he dropped out of school in his sophomore year and became famous two years later. On the one hand, he wanted to take revenge on Gu Zhaozhao for his cruelty, but on the other hand, he couldn't let go of his past feelings. Torturing and hurting each other. When Gu Zhaozhao was in his sophomore year, he met Chen Ziyu, a wealthy young man whom he had met while accompanying his father to petition. In order to resist his father's tyranny, he agreed to marry Gu Zhaozhao and maintain a nominal relationship as husband and wife. During their long time together, they went from being strangers to relying on each other, and their relationship underwent subtle changes... "Gu Zhaozhao, I only have one wish, which is to have you." Seventeen-year-old Luo Yihang said. "Maybe one day, I can even give you love." Chen Ziyu, wearing a crisp suit, looked down at me with dignity. Happiness seems so far away to us. We think it is very close, but when we take a step forward, we realize that there is a huge ravine between us. If we step in the air, there will be no bones left.

The story is a small poem, with smiles and tears in it; the campus story is a fairy tale, and I will never grow up in the fairy tale; the campus story is a cup of multi-flavored drink, with the sweetness of strawberry, the sourness of lemon, and the strong fragrance of milk. The morning breeze blows, and the endless campus stories come to me... I have two myths, one has become my talisman, and the other is my performance in reading. Do you want to know? Let's take a look!

The story begins with an ordinary family in Changchun, Northern China. Liu Rangqiu lost his mother and grandmother when he was a child. Silence is the theme of the entire family. Rangqiu and his grandfather depended on each other. In order to find their grandmother who ran away with dementia, they traveled through the streets of Changchun. In high school, Jean Qiu and Xu Qiao met after a student who was repeating the same school committed suicide. Rang Qiu discovered that Xu Qiao looked no different from ordinary people on the surface. In fact, she was unable to recognize strangers because her grandmother dropped her head when she was born. She suffered from a very rare disease called "agnosia." Both Liu Rangqiu and Xu Qiao have been abandoned before. They regard each other as their support, sing chorus together, help disabled classmates resist school, and save money to go to concerts together. Later, Liu Rangqiu had a conflict with his teacher to protect Xu Qiao and was sent to a juvenile detention center. Xu Qiao was admitted to the Conservatory of Music in Beijing, and the two became separated. Until Rang Qiu, who was drifting to Beijing, watched Xu Qiao on TV, he found that his life was headed again...

The Long family, which had always been peaceful, stirred up huge waves because of Yangyang's arrival. In order to get the Long family to accept her, Yangyang changed her demeanor from being a little girl in junior high school and tried hard to act like a little lady, but she failed almost every time. Every time Yangyang tried to please the Long family but always failed, Long Haiyi saw the shadow of Zhang Jingmei in her, so he often helped her without showing any trace. Yangyang kept it in mind, and slowly their love began to sprout, but how could the younger sister fall in love with her older brother? Yangyang thought that he was perverted, so he tried to develop a sweet love with the second male lead to avoid this feeling that should not exist. Finally, Long Hai broke out. Just when everyone was on the verge of collapse, someone they had been waiting for for a long time came...

When Di Jie's mother saw her son in this state, she took him away decisively despite the hospital's obstruction. She resolutely took Di Jie to England and sent him to his father. She wanted him to leave here. "When she wakes up, please tell her and her relatives and friends that Di Jie is dead and let them stop it! Don't blame me for being cruel. Believe it or not, this is my second son. The second... And my only one. Give her the best treatment and I will pay for it. But please tell her... Don't blame me for being a ruthless mother." Di Jie's mother was heartbroken. Before leaving, she begged the doctor for the last words. Looking at the crying mother, looking at the boy being taken away, and then looking at the unconscious girl on the bed. The medical staff looked at each other, as if they had figured it out in an instant, silently watched them leave, and then shed tears.

For the high bounty, I, Wang Enqi, will risk everything! Targeted - half-naked photos of campus prince Yin Haotian! After several attacks, Yin Wutian, are you going to be unable to resist? Surrender quickly! However, when the iceberg melted and Yin Haotian showed a prince-like smile, how could it be that it became cuter and cuter the more he looked at it? ! Wow, I seem to like it a little bit, but what about the task, the task?

What is your campus life like? Was it because he had a fight with someone during military training and suddenly became famous throughout the school? Or is it because he worked so hard to play such high-end tricks during the game? Was it that a spark of passion accidentally struck during drama rehearsal? Or did you win a breath for the collective in the friction of class supremacy? Did you blame someone for your outstanding performance during an internship? Or are you confused about the options of love and friendship? The "Big Face Dog" radio station, which specializes in broadcasting youth, is broadcasting for you a Mars crashing into the earth on the campus of a vocational high school. Sometimes it is exciting, sometimes it is disappointing, sometimes it is full of surprises, and sometimes it is helpless to sigh... Based on his own teaching experience, the author Li Liang vividly presents the energetic students around him in his writings. Here, there is real interaction between teachers and students, as well as a wonderful relationship between teachers and students. Both students and teachers have experienced rapid psychological growth on this youth track of "mutual torture".

What is your campus life like? Was it because he had a fight with someone during military training and suddenly became famous throughout the school? Or is it because he worked so hard to play such high-end tricks during the game? Was it that a spark of passion accidentally struck during drama rehearsal? Or did you win a breath for the collective in the friction of class supremacy? Did you blame someone for your outstanding performance during an internship? Or are you confused about the options of love and friendship? The "Big Face Dog" radio station, which specializes in broadcasting youth, is broadcasting for you a Mars crashing into the earth on the campus of a vocational high school. Sometimes it is exciting, sometimes it is disappointing, sometimes it is full of surprises, and sometimes it is helpless to sigh... Based on his own teaching experience, the author Li Liang vividly presents the energetic students around him in his writings. Here, there is real interaction between teachers and students, as well as a wonderful relationship between teachers and students. Both students and teachers have experienced rapid psychological growth on this youth track of "mutual torture".

He is a star, a male god, and a high-quality idol in the eyes of everyone. He has experienced ups and downs and is clear-eyed about the world. She is his little fan and an ordinary little woman. She is simple and elegant, diligent and kind, and has no extravagant expectations. She quietly walked into his heart without knowing it...

Wrestling is good for making people learn lessons, but wrestling can also make people unable to recover after a fall. It is impossible not to fall while growing up, but we must be afraid of wrestling. There are many fabricated things in my thoughts, which seem like wonderful scenes in fairy tales. More often than not, they seem like a stubborn and arrogant person who, facing the vastness of life, can always think of its goodness. Wrestling can be either light or heavy and cannot be generalized. If the fall is light, the fur will be intact. Stand up, pat the dust on yourself, and laugh it off. If the fall breaks the skin, apply ointment and you will recover in a day or two. It doesn't matter if I throw this kind of wrestling seven or eight times. If you fall more seriously, you will either have a bruised nose or face, or the skin will be bruised, or the joints will be dislocated. The pain can be endured, but it will be inconvenient to move around. You will need some treatment before you can return to your normal life.

Time flies, time flies. When the autumn wind picks up again and the red leaves cover the slopes, another birthday of yours is coming. At this time last year, I was so busy and trivial that I couldn't write a deep blessing for your birthday. I have always been deeply regretful. I once said that I would write a few shallow words for the beauty of this encounter and the sincere friendship. In this way, an agreement has been placed in my heart, silent for a long time. When winter comes, I look forward to the bright spring. When spring goes, I look forward to the colorful summer. When the maple leaves turn red, I know that the season I am looking forward to is coming, and your birthday is approaching.

Love is a double-edged sword. When it hurts others, it also hurts yourself. Use the most vicious words to ruin my last happiness. I watched silently as you fell into a ridiculous love, fell into the abyss and became speechless. They promised to stay together, a bloody contract, but in the end they turned around silently. As the years go by, a person walks on the street, facing endless darkness, eternal sadness, and eternal loneliness. The road is endless, and everyone only sees the gorgeous side of this world, but forgets that love is just an illusion, like an insect lingering in a cocoon shell, dancing tonight and then being buried peacefully. A sandstorm buried me deeply under the earth. I was whining, and the raised dust choked my throat, so my voice became a sob. For many years, I quietly watched the passing people coming and going in the sea of ​​people, listened to the silence of the water and the moon, and closed my heart tightly. Be a woman who does not talk about love, sit quietly on the green lotus, not turbid, not demonic, not violent. The night was eerily silent, with only the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind roaring. Too many beautiful things in the mirror are always looked forward to in hesitation, and then turned into ashes in the expectation. Afraid of getting hurt, avoiding all worldly love. I hate the lingering loneliness, but I enjoy the feeling of loneliness. Wandering around the corner of time, each scene is like a behind-the-scenes shot of a failed shoot. I woke up in the middle of the night, and a drop of clear tears fell down, standing at the window, only saying nothing.

In the world of love, I don't know how far the distance is between people. I always feel that I seem to have caught your breath, but in the end I found that it was a mistake... What is love? What is caring? I no longer have the basic judgment... There is a page of letter paper spread out on the table, and the wind that enters the room lifts a white corner, so light and silent. And the words on it may not be light to me. From the day of the first model exam, I always felt a sense of loss.

Girls in love have zero IQ. Fools create the world of love, and wise men cannot enjoy it. Just as the pursuit of happiness is self-deception, we will become stupid people in the process of pursuit.

The vast night sky is filled with bright stars, and they strive to add luster to this cold and lonely world. Stars are like humans, you are next to me, I am next to you, and humans are like stars, standing in front of you clearly, but you don't know the words in my heart. Friendship is so important. At this time, I was regretting how I had been at a loss in the past, and crystal tears had already fallen from my eyes unconsciously. Yes, I have... The power is out and it's pitch black. I write these words based on my feelings. In fact, the feeling of darkness is not bad, I can't see the heartache...

In such rainy and snowy days, if there is nothing urgent, people would rather stay at home all day long. Therefore, the streets and alleys of the county are much less noisy than usual. A group of people who associate youth with maturity, and people who are always pursuing the truth like a dream but are disillusioned. They tell young hearts that everyone's memory is the vast starry sky hiding countless secrets and reservations. In February or March of 1975, on an ordinary day, the fine rain mixed with a few snowflakes was falling to the earth.

Do you remember Xiaoting? We used to study in the class next door to ours. She was a very good girl in drawings and articles. She didn't like to talk much, was tall and thin, had a small face, and was very elegant? Occasionally, I met Ah Zhen who had returned from Australia, and we talked about old acquaintances from our youth. Xiaoting went to the same school as me, and she was recognized as a talented girl early on. She always keeps to herself, and she only smiles and nods when meeting people, because among a group of ignorant middle school girls, she stands out, and we all know her; but she doesn't have many friends, and Ah Zhen, who is also good at drawing, is considered the best with her. Ah Zhen immigrated to Australia soon, and Xiao Ting went to a good university. Not long after graduating from college, when Ah Zhen met Xiao Ting, Xiao Ting was living with an American.

Maybe they are only brilliant a few times in their life, but it is earth-shatteringly brilliant. Their souls are so noble. Even if they wither, they still fall gracefully in the shallow grass and dance in the blue sky. I am a butterfly, a butterfly with folded wings. I arrive silently and leave silently. I cannot withstand the test of snow, but I accidentally fall into this enchanting cherry blossom rain. Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to this day, I can be as destructive as I want without masks and restrictions.

I didn't expect you to leave so soon! Yesterday, you drove me through the city streets in your car; yesterday, we were shopping together in the supermarket; yesterday, we were still playing together; yesterday, you were still comforting me; your persuasion and comfort are still echoing in my ears, and your hearty laughter is still lingering in my ears, but tomorrow, you are leaving! You will go to Yangcheng in the south to open up that beautiful city and work hard there; in fact, you are not short of money, but what you are short of is affection, care, and warmth. And all I can give you is comfort. I cannot give you warmth, so you have no hesitation and no choice but to leave for a foreign land to find your own destination.

At dusk in late autumn, the river surface is rippled and golden. I walked alone by the river, and the roadside was filled with the refreshing fragrance of earth. I looked at the river and enjoyed the harmony and beauty of nature. The cool autumn breeze drives away the irritability of the hot summer and brings people into a golden world. My mood is like the afternoon sun, swaying freely in the beautiful nature, and like the floating clouds that day, flying briskly... Somehow, when people are jolted in the car, it feels like a child sitting in a cradle, and all living beings suddenly feel strange.

I forgot how many times I woke up from my dreams in the middle of the night. I heard a strange sound coming from the next room, as if a truck was slowly starting and making a low roar. I don't know if it's my auditory hallucination or the rumbling in my head. In the hazy consciousness of half-dream and half-awake, I struggled to open my eyes, letting the boundless darkness fill my field of vision. It was like a huge sinking river, surging and surging, taking away all the light and hope. Infinitely absorb the only warm blood left in the body, which is the last place of warmth.

You are lucky to fall in love with someone seriously. This is not something that everyone can do in their life. Some people have never had a true love in their life. She seems to be in love, married, and even has children, but the love in her heart is like a seed rotting deep in the field. It has never sprouted or bloomed. It has never existed. When I left home, my mother looked at me very worriedly and told me to take care of my health. At the end, she said, "Remember to keep in touch with the doctor." Laugh, I have no way to tell her, I really can't have any feelings for the doctor. I no longer expect a passionate relationship, but I don't want to compromise just because of age or his education. Just like what I told Teacher Yang, I don't dare to think that if one day the doctor wants to hold my hand, I think I will be very resistant.

There is a kind of small tree deep in the mountains. It is short and short. In early spring, small fleshy yellow flowers bloom from the bare branches. The trees and flowers are very ordinary, but they have a heart-warming name: Dream Flower Tree. Ever since my mother gave birth to me, I have never known who my father was. I once asked my mother what my father was like. My mother has always been evasive about this question about my dignity. Finally, after I threatened to commit suicide once, my mother finally told me. Only then did I realize that my father had been uninhibited and unruly, loved freedom, and liked to wander around. My mom said that's what a real dog is. I don't understand. My mom said dogs have to be strays.

I have never flown to the stars, but I have known in my heart that there are also flaws there. There are dust and gravel when viewed up close. So, I closed my eyes and meditated: Xianxia is the loneliness, the depression, like a bent child when I look closely; Xianxia is the loneliness, the sadness, the hardship of persistence when I look closely... I took your dream and your last wish back to the alley when you left, and stood at one end of the road you walked. This alley is so deep, so deep that it makes me feel a little desolate; this road is so long, so long that I can't see the other end. I was a little timid, a little hesitant, and a little hesitant.

In fact, if you love someone, give him the freedom to accept; give him the freedom to reject; give him the freedom to love; give him the freedom not to love; if love is a seed, this opportunity I gave him may be fertile ground for his growth! If love is a lonely boat, this opportunity I gave him may be his permanent harbor! If love is a wandering heart, this opportunity I gave you may be his eternal warm home! Don't refuse the arrival of love easily. Giving the person who loves you a chance is giving yourself a chance to be happy.

Life is always interpreting too much about. In fact, we are all the same, laughing at other people's stories but crying at our own. The world spins, the seasons reincarnate, and the fallen leaves drift from season to season. It's the same for me, the traces of sadness engraved in my mind can never be erased. I know that time never stops for anyone. Even so, he couldn't restrain his overflowing feelings and continued to write down his sentimentality in words.

Acquaintance, acquaintance, and love are a long and beautiful process. Friends, lovers, lovers, it is a tortuous and tempting ending. We performed this process, but did not get a complete ending. We met on a hot summer day, got to know each other through daily work contacts, and fell in love through many mysterious coincidences. So, naturally, we became friends and then lovers. In the dead of night, we think back more than once, what is the reason that gives rise to that warm and sweet feeling in our hearts?

It is said that looking up at the Ferris wheel means looking up at happiness. As high as happiness is, so is the Ferris wheel. I stood quietly under the Ferris wheel and looked up. Why don't I feel happy? \U002F On the contrary, my heart hurts so much. I always like to read novels quietly by myself. Of course, there are good endings, but there are also endings that make me heartbroken. I don't like those sad alternative youths, but - but every time I can't help but turn on the computer and search I don't know if it's because my heart is not used to being happy anymore. Every time I listen to Zheng Yuan's songs, I want to be quiet and feel sad for no reason.

But you owe me happiness... When I heard Faye Wong chanting this sentence in a low voice, A'Zhu's flower-like smile was gradually fading by the Xiaojing Lake next to the Bluestone Bridge, and Qiao Feng was crying in the torrential night rain. You give me protection, and I give you blessings. You, a hero, need ambition, but you owe me happiness, what can you do to make up for it. In the end, the cattle and sheep were stuffed and the promise was made empty. Empty promises, empty promises, happiness is never completed. After Qiaojun gave Xu Fei a deep hug, she turned and left. The deep love remains unchanged but the alliance remains cold. After all, it was just a little bit off, and happiness disappeared in the blink of an eye. From then on, a person would close the door and turn off the lights by himself every day. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, it's just that one person's warmth is missing in the cold night, but the happiness is no longer complete. Lixiang left early before Wanzhi made a decision. She loved Wanzhi so deeply and purely, but Wanzhi could never bear her happiness. So she let go, she left, she said she had no regrets, and she still smiled beautifully on the streets of Tokyo three years later. It's just that during that period of youth, I was let down by the man named Wan Zhi, and there were traces of loneliness in my heart. Chen Jialuo didn't want to let down the world, so he let down his beauty. One died because of his beauty, and the other died because of his loneliness. Maybe his fate has been doomed for a long time. On that destined road, there is no preset love and happiness.

The dream of childhood has faded, and I no longer just want to be an elf with wings. Leaning in front of the window on a moonlit night are gradually slender hands, pressing their hot cheeks against the stone railing. In the green shade of ancient ivy, there are fireflies swimming around. Instead of writing a diary like a running account, I have replaced it with dense and fuzzy handwriting, on the pages of dark blue and light. There are sentences that no one knows in the blue tears... Every love is an apple that God has taken a bite of, and some will leave sweet scars. It waxes and wanes like the moon, but whether it is a waning moon or a full moon, or a chipped apple or a full apple, it maintains a kind of completeness, or incompleteness is also a kind of completeness.

Love is as distant as a dream, always chasing romantic love, innocent and sincere love, but that love is as erratic as in a dream, coming and going hazy. The more you want to catch it, the more distant it becomes like a cloud. Dreams are beautiful boring and extravagant things, feelings that cannot be touched, and love that cannot be ignited. The romance that wanders at will can only be extinguished silently in a subtle hint. The journey of life is like snowflakes falling everywhere in the sky, falling with the wind and carefree. In the mood and premonition, you can taste the withered and cracked traces of the season brought by the autumn of the world. In the seemingly ruthless cold snow, a beautiful and colorful future is hatched. This process is always slightly not lonely, always slightly unquiet, and the feeling of sweetness flowing like honey. The shyness that has never been seen before fills the inner world with indescribable heat, but the future is gradually melting and encountering in a vast ocean of emotions.

Over the years, in order to realize such a fulfilling life, I have intermittently dreamed some expensive distant dreams, intermittently written words that are not called words, been intermittently interrupted by the regrets of life, fell to the bottom, and refused any rescue, I slowly groped my way up and continued walking. This youth is no different from any youth in the world - the joys and sorrows of life and death in the years, just like wild flowers, burn on the vast road of life, decorating the dreams of passers-by.