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I have been thinking about it for a long time. Instead of writing other people's stories, I want to record the things I want to remember, share them with everyone, and give myself a place to read them later. Each chapter can be a new short story.

Thirty years have passed, I am old, and my alma mater is even older. Time has written wrinkles on my face, but the wind and frost have collapsed the roof of my alma mater.

Your eyes are like turbulent waves, and your words of love warm your home. You are the first person to be infiltrated by the glacier, and the glacier can only leave me the only one.

Have you ever missed someone because you were timid when you were a student? This is my real experience and I want to share it. That was a period of youth, and I don't want you to miss it anymore. Be brave and seize time and opportunities by yourself.

After I went to bed on time at 12 o'clock last night, I suddenly woke up and opened my eyes suddenly. Oh, I saw all the strange things next to me. I don't know why I suddenly appeared in this place. This is a three-way intersection, and I am standing in the middle of the three roads.

Maybe some people are like this. Two people have no future but still meet each other. Later, their love ends with a bitter smile.

A daily inner monologue from a high school girl, I hope you all like it

I am an ordinary high school student, my name is Xiaomi. Since ancient times, people have had their own ways of expressing emotions. When the ancients were frustrated or proud, they always wrote articles to express themselves. Starting from today, Xiaomi, I will also write.

I express my feelings and share some emotional stories in my heart. Ordinary stories. I hope everyone can relate to such stories.

This is a relationship between me and my cyx. It happened in real life. I hope you like it.

If people have good wishes, God will bless them. One flower, one world, come and see the world!

Letter to readers: Because I am usually busy with work, I also have another novel "Fate in the Fox World" that is being updated. I want "The Seventh Love Letter" to be a book at the bottom of the box, so I will think twice about the content before writing it. Therefore, this book will be updated very slowly. Please forgive me, readers. The story inside is purely fictional, but I hope readers will like this book. I want to fill it with touching and heart-warming stories, and I hope to get support from readers. Thanks! Nuo Qi is offline again, please leave a note

Today he is back. He usually comes back when I am asleep. I know it every time he comes back, but I just don't want to face him. I pretend to be asleep every time. My ordinary life has worn away all my passion and vitality. I don't know how long this situation will last.

The work "Guolicheng and Junlebao" describes a tortuous emotional story from a stranger to the most familiar stranger.

This is the only way to relieve my love for her. It's not that I don't love her, it's just that she doesn't love me anymore. But I didn't blame her from the beginning to the end, and I didn't feel any regrets. I was a little lucky to have met her.

One of the study books

Self-narration. The story of my 109 days with my husband.

In the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, blurring reality and dreams...

My emotional story, how I lived my life in the past 7 years.

Occasionally in life, whims and personal opinions on things or things will occur.

The author's personal life insights record his life wisdom and mental maturity experiences, and he is willing to share and communicate with book friends.

In the name of a passer-by, I wish you peace and prosperity!

Dragons can be big or small, they can rise and disappear; when they are big, they stir up clouds and spit out mist; when they are small, they hide and hide their form; when they rise, they soar in the universe, and when they are hidden, they lurk within the waves; the way of dragons is also the way of kings; there are real dragons in the world, with supreme merits, who can be the saints and emperors of the world; there are also hidden dragons, calm and indifferent, not visible to the world.

What we have experienced will become the green of spring in our memory. We cannot keep spring, nor can we prevent spring from coming. The same spring that comes again is completely different from the spring we have experienced in the past. In the end, that brushed-off green will only exist in our best memories.

Children of the night, without candles, can only look for light alone Children of the night, no one can see them, they can only face the stars alone Children of the night, without singing or laughing, can only wait in the corner...

Something may be forgotten. Something is for future

My real student days, recording beautiful moments ~

It tells the story of an ordinary student's experience from junior high school to high school.

Here are my daily fantasies! I have a story, do you have wine?

Write a chapter every week, with as many words as you want. Here is a summary of what happened to me every week. I will pick some interesting things that happened to me. To put it bluntly, it is a weekly diary of my life.

What feelings does Snow have?

As a student, do you often think that studying is not the most difficult thing, but dealing with interpersonal relationships is the most troublesome. Whether it is suspicion, exclusion, or even a small thing can keep you awake for a long time in the evening. If this is the case, why not take a look at my experience.

The love he gives is grand and romantic It's just that at that time, Yuxi was trapped in the thick fog and couldn't escape I mistakenly thought that it was just a superficial love affair when I was young. Later, when I woke up from the dream, I was late to understand its meaning. But there is no bright moon in the sky anymore

One night I was dreaming, and suddenly inspiration came to me, so I wrote down the dream.

Remember the youth of the past

The sky is clear and the earth is bright! The sky is clear and the earth is clear, sending deep feelings! On Qingming Festival, drink a pot of "memory" wine, eat a "missing" meal, pick a "hope" bouquet, add a "warm" smile, and give it to the relatives and friends you miss the most!

In ordinary days, I long for warmth. I want to curl up in a warm little corner of my own, but I also long for the bustling and colorful downtown.

Traveling through mountains and rivers is worth it; everything you see and understand is life; keep your love and go to mountains and seas.

Weird things I encountered in my dreams...

I love literature, and I like to create some short sentences, limericks, essays, and short articles on weekdays. You can take a look at it. If you like it, feel free to use it.

I live in the countryside where all kinds of things happen.

The hiking trail is long and the stories are many. Give me a bottle of wine and I can tell them all.

I would like to write this article to commemorate my lost youth and high school years...

If you don't like me, I'll wait for you to like me. When you're tired, let's take a break. If you like someone else, chase them. I'll wait for you to come back. Anyway, I've always liked you. Good night.

Use narrative writing to write some short stories in life. Some are my own experiences, some are the experiences of friends and relatives around me. Written more loosely and casually

The daily life of an ordinary college student

When I wake up, I become a ball of data. Fortunately, there is a system. Can Ye Han continue to survive in the online world? This is my first time writing, please forgive me if there are any mistakes,\u003C(__)\u003E I couldn't do it anymore, so I read a new book "Douluo: Wine Douluo"

The fog is everywhere. I love you when there is no one around. You can't see my love. Should you blame me for loving too little, or blame me for being blinded by the heavy fog...

The story between me and him is neither long nor short. Our meeting was unexpected, and the separation from him was also unexpected. I forgot where I saw these two sentences. Maybe he and I didn't have a relationship, it was "two flowers blooming, separated by the sky", but I always had the unfinished expectations of him and me. We are all good people, we should all have a good future, and we will meet good people. I wish him peace and joy, I wish us a happy life, and I wish his story and I will continue.