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No matter which city you live in and what career you are working in, I know your hardships and hardships. I also know that the world is particularly unfair to you, such as the departure of your lover, leaving your hometown, and being helpless. I hope you will pick up my book when you are lonely, and I will accompany you...

Dream, is it real? How should I face all that absurdity. Ignore it? But somewhere down the line, what is controlling all of this? I really want to find that person Which person? I don't know either......

"Do you still love me?" "An An, if you no longer dream about me, it means that I no longer love you. " "Well, I understand. Then I will keep waiting until I dream of you again." "I knew you would definitely come back. Your coming back also means my departure. I don't regret it. I love you."

What do you do when you face someone who is arrogant and unreasonable? Tolerance = taking advantage of the situation, rebuttal = being violent

The definition of "I" is just some imagination, unscrupulous and unrealistic, just to please myself. The characters that appear on the paper should be like the paper and ink itself. There is no need to dig into the details. Be loyal to the absolute romance without origin and end.

This article is dedicated to grandma, beautiful childhood, thank you for her company.

As a person who is not very good at writing, I hope you like my work!

I would like to record my college life, that time that passed by in the blink of an eye.

Time is getting less and less, the pace is getting faster and faster, sometimes I don't know what is supporting me to move forward...

About the present, my reflections on the past time, my thoughts on the present and the future

This is too boring. In a boring world, no one can talk to me, so I can only cast a wide net. Hey, is there someone there?

In the vast sea of ​​​​people, girls who are inconvenient to go out at home meet boys with similar interests on the Internet, and a romantic encounter...

This is the confession of a freshman girl in high school. I was unhappy every day, and I didn't even know why. Sometimes I feel confused, thinking about what I am not satisfied with, and trying hard to forget my unhappiness, but in vain...

Me, or you, or him, or her, or even it... Every life has a story, whether it is wonderful or dull. It does not need to be heavy and colorful. Those stories are definitely full of beautiful colors and are worth listening to!

--Dedicated to our partners in Guangdong and Guangdong. Good morning, there is also your laughter today.

The shortest novel in history, refresh your understanding of short stories! Don't spray if you don't like it!

In high school, when we are young, we will change ourselves for one person, one thing, or a word. Maybe the ending is not the best, but please remember that the memory is the best.

There is a civet cat at home, which sleeps every day. Use my poor writing style to record its growth. I love you, Piggy.

My home is in a small mountain village in Guangdong, where there are green trees and red flowers, surrounded by mountains. There are my favorite relatives and friends, and they are also known to others.

Thank you everyone for liking my article, thank you. I am Xia Chuan

Illogical essays written by boring people Some weird little poems Record the mood of life

This is a story about an ordinary child who encounters various things and continues to grow. (Because it has a little to do with life, I hope you can give me some suggestions on some things)

In June 2020, we graduated. We bid farewell at the gate of our alma mater with reluctance to let go of the past and expectations for the future. We are no longer the ignorant children we were at the beginning, we have grown into energetic teenagers. In the past four years, we have laughed together, cried together, fought together, struggled together, been criticized together, received praise together, spent the days from childhood to adolescence together, and survived the epidemic online classes together... There is no eternal feast in the world, But no matter where we are separated by the many forks in the road of growth, We were all classmates in Class 5, we were all members of Class 5 that had the most collective sense of honor, we were all students in Class 5 that ranked first in the grade and was famous throughout the school. Youth is over, but memories remain. May we all have a bright future, May we never forget our original intentions and meet again in the future. 2020.6. To commemorate our four years of junior high school together PS: This is a novel about my junior high school life that I recorded based on my memories after graduation. Some parts may not be true, some parts may have been forgotten, and some parts may be personal. However, these are some of the most unforgettable moments in my junior high school life. I want to record them as a souvenir, and I hope you like them.

I played a game and met a lot of people. And the little brother from Sichuan is the most unforgettable.

When I entered high school life, I was a little confused, a little comfortable, and full of expectations.

The first essay of 2021, tell it to you, tell it to me

Xu Zexi changed his bad habits for Lin Yiyi. She said she didn't like gangsters, but he changed. She said she wanted him to focus more on studying, and his grades improved. She said she liked drinking blueberry-flavored yogurt. He dragged his classmates with him the next morning and put them in her drawer... Later, the two of them got together, and Xu Zexi was obedient to her, and every day tasted like sweet soda. On the wedding night, Xu Zexi looked at the beauty in his arms, buried his head on her right shoulder, and whispered in her ear: "I finally married you." Sweet and cruel (I haven't decided yet whether the ending will be he or be. I'll tell you when the time comes.)

Record the interesting things happening between classmates every day during online classes. I may stop updating when school starts, but I will keep updating daily.

I want to write down some life essays before graduation, so come in and sit down.

A small note is what you think about when you are free. You don't write when you are busy. Sometimes it comes to you spontaneously and sometimes you think hard.

This is a simple story that happened in a rural town, with no theme...

A love story of an educated youth, an essay in memory of an old friend to soothe the longing in my heart

Beautiful memories of youth, this is the story of me and her Begins in late autumn and ends in cold winter No more, no less than a hundred days

A girl who has low self-esteem and is motivated falls in love with a sunny and cheerful boy. This is a destined story of bitter love, but it also has some philosophy and concepts.

Occasionally write, record and record every day that can accompany him, so that if we are not together in the future, we can still miss him.

Share the real thing, with a little polish based on the facts. If there are any similarities, it means we may know each other.

One person, one stone platform. Under the sun, the boy sat there, recalling the stories of the past.

Rumor: Record your thoughts in words so that future generations in ten thousand years can see them best. Beautiful writing taste. Lyrics appreciation.

The heroine and the hero were childhood sweethearts, and they met in the first year of high school. The hero fell in love with each other unrequitedly, and separated due to many misunderstandings. After many years, they reconciled and resolved the misunderstanding.

In a relationship, either you win or you lose, it will end, and no one is an exception.

When everything happens suddenly, you are caught off guard. No reason, no parting. It feels so casual, so natural. When everything calmed down, I found that there was only sadness and desolation.

When the global financial crisis broke out in 2020, a large number of companies laid off employees, cut wages, or even went bankrupt. This year, Liu Ting, who had just graduated from a third-rate university, finally found a job in a listed company in Shenzhen, a financial job stationed at a construction site in another province.

If you are a rose in the abyss, I would like to be a flower on the cliff.

What is your family of origin like? Are you happy or sad?

My thoughts evaporate into clouds and then rain, but I am reluctant to get you wet.

A real world, a real five villages, I just want to survive with my companions.

A letter of apology to a girl. It must be tiring to grow up with a boy. Thinking about the vows we made and the mistakes we made, now I feel a knowing smile, uncovering a little bit of beauty and heartbeat, and staying up all night, recalling the good things in the past. I don't hate you, I hate myself. I want to let go, but I just can't let myself go.

I have fallen in love with a boy younger than myself. I can't help it. There is nothing I can do about falling in love with you, and there is nothing I can do about breaking up with you.

The young man seems to be shining in the sun. I know that the people I meet at this age will not have any consequences. But you are so special and I am a little reluctant to let you go. We crossed paths briefly, and the tide ebbed at the end, paying homage to this encounter.