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Everyone will have many insights about life, and my insights into life will be forgotten soon. I can't remember it for a long time, so I use electronic version to record all my insights. Life is so colorful and difficult. If you don't have a few other things that touch you, you will end up being dull. Then you will never know the purpose of life.

I was in the corner, quietly watching other people's lives, envious that they could stand under the spotlight on the stage and accept our admiration, envious of those classmates who could stand on the stage and talk, and envious of those who could casually get things that I could never have. But I didn't want to look up to them anymore, I wanted to be a world of my own. Let them watch my life.

I am a newbie in writing, I hope there is a place where I can record my mood, that's all

Every bit of love Differences in life This is Mo Ran

When I met you, I met myself. It seems that from the moment I met you, my life became extremely gorgeous. I have met many people, but I believe you will be the most special one. As time goes by, some people seem to gradually fade out of my life and become passers-by in my life. But, isn't that what life is like? When someone gets on the bus, someone will get off. Even so, I still fervently hope that you will accompany me to the end. Before, I didn't know what love was? But when I meet you, I feel that love may be that kind of subconscious longing, that kind of care from the heart, that kind of unique preference... With love, we have a future. Hello, sir. Welcome to my world.

If one day I am old At least I can come in and take a look Reflect on the path you have traveled Then the corners of your mouth will turn up.

Where is the story Stories around you Enter the heart These are just ordinary daydreams That's it

Life is not as good as the sunset, so why bother looking for him. This essay is for you.

I have never regretted meeting you. When I met you, I was heartbroken. Love no one in this life, it starts with you and ends with you.

Please listen to my imagination

It's fun to record my life today and the real events every day. It's very interesting to recall.

The best thing in life is meeting, a look back, a conversation, maybe this is the best beginning of life.

Family affection is the most primitive and the most authentic expression of human true feelings.

People who like to drink may not necessarily like the taste of wine. Be a layman, take off the mask of being strong, and accept your ordinary self.

Life is like a fog and a dream. I want to write some stories from my childhood, but time flies by and I don't remember which things really happened in my childhood and which things happened in my dreams. The article only writes about the dreams I had when I was in elementary school, that is, my childhood dreams. It does not mean that I will stop dreaming when I grow up, but many of the dreams I have when I grow up are difficult to talk about (shy), so I will only say that childhood dreams are the most innocent, sweet and romantic. Forgive me for being incompetent, because I am timid, cowardly and incompetent, so there are many things that bother me in reality that make me dare not face the bleak life and can only vent in dreams. Repressed emotions, and because I like Freud very much, I am particularly interested in dreams. Some stories may be ridiculous. Because they are dreams, the stories themselves are not rigorous. I am not a psychology major, so I don't understand the interpretation of dreams. I just want to tell some childhood stories through the memories of dreams. Of course, they are all trivial things. Not all of the stories in the article are my own stories, there are also stories of others. Overall this is a memory, a very long memory...

Copywriting 1: She will never be contaminated by the smell of firewood, rice, oil and salt. She will always be young, beautiful and clean in her school uniform, standing in your memory. Copywriting 2: He will not have a greasy beard on his face, will not go out early and come back late wearing a tie, and will not be tired from the pressure of life. He will always be young and handsome, wearing a white T-shirt and living in your memories, with a spring breeze on his face.

Youth is like a dream, flowing water is clear, time is gone and will never come back, what can be retained in the memory? You and I are ordinary people. I just want to write this ordinary life into a book. I hope I can remember it and hope others can like it. Time flies, I hope the words can remember me some beautiful memories, some are sour and some are sweet, some are bitter and some are spicy, but this is life! This is a record of ten years of life of an ordinary person. Maybe the story is cliché, not passionate, just as light as water! I hope it can soothe your heart and lead you into thousands of ordinary things.

Use short stories to understand the truth of life! Use great wisdom to see through the good and evil of human nature!

Each of us has sad pasts and unforgettable stories. We may be firmly locked in the past, blinded, unable to see the future, and struggling to escape every day. If you don't have enough courage and perseverance, you might as well read this book. It may not be the most touching. Yours, but it was written by someone who had struggled and escaped. The narrator of the story has already come through, so I believe you can come through too. There is nothing that cannot be put down, and nothing that cannot be climbed. I am on the other side of the sea, on the other side of the mountain, waiting for you, see you there or not.

Some personal experiences some personal experiences some personal experiences some personal experiences some personal experiences some personal experiences

I saw a writing requirement in the fourth level of high school Chinese compulsory course about what you want to say to a relative.

Middle school student Munan's record of everything is a bit confusing, but it is shared by all middle school students...

I can't write, I can only record. I record every story. I also have my own story.

An essay written when I was bored. It only contains a diary and a life like a diary.

Do you really feel like you're missing out? Will she (he) remember you again?

They accidentally walked into a peach garden. She wanted to touch the surrounding environment. Her best friend said: \

Just some simple paragraphs that I usually write. You can write whatever you want, but you may not find it very good, but thank you readers for watching.

Continuous running makes the heart beat faster, and the discomfort of lack of oxygen in the heart replaces the psychological discomfort!

What life is, may be just the trivial things in that place.

There may be something you like among these stories, but don't bring yourself into it.

If you dream of returning to your hometown, it will definitely be "missing you". I will jot it down in the middle of the night and have a "unrequited encounter" with my memory~

Daily gossip, boring works, unexplained, hope to grow, typing is not an easy task, may heaven and earth last forever, you and me will be with you

Time goes by, and the years are wasted. We are all like crops in a crop field, growing step by step according to some irresistible laws. Those obsessive play, laughter, and chatter are all forgotten by time before we get tired of them. We are all constantly growing, some people walk faster and rush to the forefront, some people walk slower and are ruthlessly left behind, while some people are trapped in yesterday. Flowers bloom, defeats occur, some people meet again, and some people leave!

What is it like to have an ice cube husband who can't hold back any heat? Dear ladies, Xiao Ai is here to advise you: If you can't cover up the ice pimples that are not hot, just throw them into the manure pit!

A piece of pale yellow paper passed by like the wind, A cup of wine to relieve Rulan's sorrow, A quiet thunderstorm sighs like the passing of time, A chirping cicada looks like a passerby in the smoke.

Ultimate goal

A person's life is actually very short. We don't have to worry about it. We just need to be ourselves.

It tells the story of a boy who goes to school in Jiangnan District and a girl who goes to school in Xixiangtang District. It is a long-distance relationship.

A sudden idea. I have owned Xi for only three years.

Looking back on the first twenty years of my life, I have gone through one-third of my life. Those persistence, those losses, those regrets, those people, and those things don't seem so important anymore. Different times, different backgrounds, different moods. Some people say that I am naive but not cute, and some people laugh at my mockery. I want to say that I was not born to please anyone or to compliment anyone. I am me, maybe my behavior seems like a joke to you, but I have persisted in this joke for many years; maybe you will say that I am stupid, but I am just so persistent. I have been confused and lost. What I was most afraid of was that when others didn't trust me, I didn't trust myself either. I'm glad that I persisted along the way.

That was the joy of my youth. I don't know when it started. I fell in love with it and can't forget it. I fantasize about the beauty between us, think about the future, and miss you, but the reality is that there is little hope between you and me. There is fate, but it is a pity that there is no fate. I place my hope in the future, but the future is too far away and too far to be predicted. There is ultimately no hope between you and me...

Ordinary, bland.

On a cold winter night with heavy snowfall, the protagonist's parents braved the heavy snow to send him to the hospital.

Occasional heartbeat turns into complete love, one-sided love, love that cannot be achieved!

At the funeral of my father's friend, I only saw laughter, no tears

Life is not going as you wish. Only when you are strong can you protect the people you want to protect.

This book describes the innocent happiness of children in the mountains, contrasting with the vanity and helplessness of the adult world today!

Passed down from generation to generation by old people, those fantasies that have no research cannot be called history, but they are still unsolved mysteries to this day.

Rolling hoops, glass balls, skipping ropes, peek-a-boo... These are the marks of a person of an era!