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I am a person who dreams all the year round. My dreams are not easily forgotten by me. They exist as real as me every day. The world in my dreams also occupies half of my life.

A record of trivial things in life, a very simple and happy author. I mainly want to write it down as a souvenir, and don't want the good things to run away. If you are curious, you can come and take a look at my life. # Ultra-short story##daily##record happiness##record life in my eyes#

Write down various parents' thoughts on students, and hope you can give us some opinions.

The cherries are ripe, the loquats are not yellow, and the peaches are only the size of a baby's fist...

It tells the daily memories with my parents over the past 23 years...

I give love to the world, but you give me double the sorrow. The world is not worth it, I hope it has people who are worthy of you.

I don't know what kind of love this is, or for me, I don't know what love is in her eyes‥‥‥

In the summer of that year, Zhong Xia met Ling Chi for the first time, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was love at first sight. Who is Ling Chi?___The young master is unrestrained, aloof and academic, a person standing at the top of the pyramid, and she is just an insignificant existence in the sky... In her third year of high school, her feelings for him became even stronger. In her first year of high school, she hid in a corner and cried when she heard that he had a girlfriend. Sophomore year in high school: Maybe God had mercy on her. She was assigned to the same class as him and became the front and back desk. Finally, at the beginning of my senior year of high school, I mustered up the courage to confess my love... "Lingchi, I like you!" Only then did she realize that she was dreaming. He had become excellent and was no longer the same person as before. He had become very cold towards her... "Ling Chi, I won't like you in the next three years!" Ahem→_→, my dear, have you fallen into the trap? Want to know the first plot. Please enter the pit: 177476413 (please find the administrator) QQ group love you????

The experience of a girl, from being timid at first, to having fun talking to people, to learning to think twice before acting... I met the equally beautiful him in my beautiful youth. I was unstable and willful, but he understood my fragility and my joy. However... In our youth, we are most afraid of meeting someone who understands you just right. He can easily make you laugh, and he will also hurt you again and again...

Memories are like a knife of tenderness. The people or things in the memory are moving away, and the track of life gradually deviates. Whether to stay in a quiet corner, or to forge ahead in the rapids, everyone has a balanced life in his heart.

Those who are waiting don't know whether they will come as promised today or whether they will miss their appointments as always.

Meeting is fate, our meeting is fate! A dream-like love began. He met her, became increasingly attracted to her, and quickly launched a fierce pursuit offensive! Stay together smoothly and spend the rest of your life together. The sweet love story should have stopped here. Perhaps it was her greed that caused bad results...

Record the things you feel, the moments of memory in your life, write them on paper, and leave some of the past behind.

Writing an article for the first time should be a kind of release. Maybe you are experiencing the same story as her, maybe you have the same mood as her.

It is said that before the endless reincarnation, there existed a saint, who was called the Funny Saint in later generations. No one knows his real name, and no one knows whether he ever existed...

Some small things of a high school student, including some insights into life.

Trivial matters of life, life insights, historical changes, ups and downs, hard life

The blooming of life is to live your truest self and no longer live for other people's expectations and labels of success.

I call it feelings. Please feel what you feel. Feel what I feel.

It mainly introduces the process from childhood to growth. May is not the transformation brought by growth, but the gift brought by life.

What kind of age is twenty-three? I only started thinking about it when I was planning to write this book. Here are some trivial things that gnaw at me, not exciting.

When facing you, I didn't read all the perfect lines I had prepared, but just stuttered to express my thoughts. The moment of hesitation was not because my thoughts were blank, but because I didn't have the courage to say what I wanted to say.

I and even the people around me are too stupid. I just had a sudden idea to record it. The real experience + the thought are so beautiful.

A long time ago, I had an idea that if I had the chance, I would give my words to every kind and cautious girl in this world. There is a type of girl: they are not good at words, but they have a delicate heart. They use their eyes and heart to observe the world and people's hearts. They long for tenderness but are more afraid of getting hurt. Even if he is wronged, he never explains or defends himself. They are not smart girls in the eyes of adults. They are neither top achievers nor scumbags in school, and they are even more inconspicuous children in the eyes of teachers. Keep walking, keep being afraid. What I want to say is: Every girl is an angel and should be treated tenderly by this world. My dear girl, only when you go on in this unknown world will you be surprised. Along the way, we have worn away so many edges and lost so much of our unique character because of some insignificant people. Be good, hug yourself more when you are alone! Even if time is not gentle, you should be your own sunshine in time and warm yourself and the people you love.

When I grow up, I still can't forget your smile, your stupidity, our agreement, and the person we used to be. Later, I understood one day that there was no future between us.

The essays used to practice writing may be about life, or they may pay more attention to the strange things behind the phenomenon.

I only love Hui Ai in my life. It probably means: I am only good to you. I only love you. I only love you. In my eyes, you are the only one. I will take care of your little emotions. I will not make you jealous. I will not let you be wronged. I will remember every important day. Moreover, I will only be dedicated to you.

How to do the most glorious career in the world ~ Awakening the souls budding in the depths

Once, you saved me from dire straits; Now, you protect me from food and clothing; In the future, you are no longer here, but I choose to continue wandering, wandering at the intersection where I once met you; I look forward to meeting you again in the next life. I will spend my whole life protecting you...

Daily trivia, inspired by life, updated randomly. Part of it comes from contributions and is used legally.

Why do some people miss the summer of 2018 even to death? The answer is here~

A couple living in the countryside got married because of their love. They made a promise of a golden wedding for fifty years...

The article I read slowly requires me to calm down. I hope someone understands my story.

Author's online real-name reminder! I am a little too serious, my writing has deteriorated and my reading is too complicated. I am deeply influenced by Jinjiang, and I may never be able to write a book that is super sweet or too boring again! All the novels before my freshman year of high school were just a test of the waters! Please feel free to ask questions! Thank you!

My destiny is up to me, the little girl's counterattack

This is an old article written to my grandma. The writing is crude and fails to express the inner emotions. But I want to publish it, and there will always be people who can sympathize with it.

Experience is a book, yours remains in memories, mine is recorded in words, we grow in affirmation and mature in denial.

There are stories about myself being half asleep and half awake. After a lifetime, I began to summarize.

If poetry is a pair of wings, it can take me across the mountains of time to meet you.

Just, I don't know what to write, so here's a random one. Thank you for reading. I hope someone will read it.

Every story is a story! Every memory is memorable! The sunset will also appear in the night sky! ! ! Savor every life... Think carefully about every relationship...

Happy people are all alike, and unhappy people are all unhappy in their own way.

Everyone spends his life grasping the present and losing the past. There are always a few people that we are reluctant to forget and lose in our lives!

I felt oily and wanted to write this book. I want to record what I see and hear. Write all the stories in the world, love, hate, love and hatred.

Looking back on the summer of 2018, what stories do we have with him or her?

A person's life is ordinary. When asked why, I feel that I am being beaten by the reality of life.

It introduces some stories about the separation, importance and separation between three good friends. Tell us to cherish our friendship. Don't miss a second, enjoy it, regardless of the consequences.

Mr. Han, the aloof male god in the entertainment industry, is handsome, has first-class acting skills, can sing and dance, he is a perfect man, but in life he is an emotionless machine. By chance, I met the girl I fell in love with... Bai Lu, an outsider girl: Her life is extremely simple, she looks average, works hard, and follows dramas and stars like other ordinary girls. But no matter how ordinary her manager Wang Tiantian or others think she is, Mr. Han also thinks she is his big treasure!

There is no template in life, but everyone lives roughly the same. You are busy every day for your dreams, survival, family and responsibilities, but are you really happy?

Small notes to commemorate some people and their stories and some life insights