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Little Bronze was given points by a chicken-eating boss. The road to chasing his wife is long. How can he catch the school beauty?

The word "empathy" is never suitable for listeners. All untimely encounters are regrets... Come and listen to my stories in the middle of the night.

I have been working hard since I was a child, and the result of my hard work is that I am getting further and further away from home. My relatives are leaving one after another, and I am still on the way away from home again and again. I don't know when I started to forget those people who once filled my life with warmth. I want to be quiet and see the beauty this world has brought me! No matter when you look back, they are still at the starting point - to their loved ones

Life is as hot as boiling water and can be dull. We always resonate with this road of life. The fun of childhood, the happiest things are playing, bickering, having brothers and sisters, a bunch of children playing games, and being cared for by mom and dad.

Record the true and complicated inner emotions, record the mutated psychological process, and the life trajectory from pure whiteness to chaos.

Time comes and goes in a hurry. It is very close to us, but also very far away from us.

The first time I published a work was from memory. As a cautious person, it is necessary to record life essays. There will be too many memories in the future, and I am afraid of forgetting. After all, the things we take care of are also complicated. Writing and leaving behind the good years is also a comparison of wealth!

Talking about life, maybe I am just a projection of college students. You can see you and others from me. It can be regarded as a diary or a novel, the first half of the life of a 20-year-old college student.

Write ordinary and extraordinary days into this ordinary life. Remember daily life, thoughts...

God spent 6 days creating a world with lightning, flint, mountains, rocks, flowers, and birds and beasts. On the last day, he created man, a thing that was similar to what he thought, but was definitely not him. On the seventh day he finished everything and rested happily.

You and your own thoughts, listen to those inner words, we need not to be afraid of difficulties and setbacks, because they are all completing yourself, have the ability to be happy, control your emotions instead of losing your temper at will, make yourself your own master, learn to talk to yourself, change yourself instead of being changed and controlled by others

Some of Wangzhe Pesticide's personal reflections include joy, sadness, sadness, and even more reluctance...

A young man who longed for college life met someone he would never forget.

Love is always unbearable. Have you ever had such an experience?

What is described is nothing more than what is heard and seen. Either talk about me, or talk about you, or talk about him.

Most of these articles are written based on my own feelings. This person is new to the world Not much experience in dealing with things The result left behind is regret and Reflect slowly

Each of us lives in this world full of kindness but danger. We have all been hurt and lost in our youth, but we have also learned to turn it into a gentle force. I hope this book can make you calm and peaceful, and that you can make peace with your past self and live happily.

Life is not about meeting each other, but it is like participating in business. Youth is really short, and before I know it, you and I are already gray-haired...

Xiao Zhang went to work and was not familiar with anyone in the company. It was pouring with rain. What should he do?

The love of our fathers is noisy, plain, real, full of fireworks, but the most practical...

I've been waiting for someone for three years, I've been in love with someone for three years, I can't escape the novelty, I always want to give you everything, but I forget that you don't need it at all

When I was young, I walked many roads and visited many places, just like the daydreams I once had, about literature, about youth, about love, and about travel. In fact, this is not a bad thing, maybe it is also a kind of growth. Although growth will slowly create a gap between yourself and yourself. Traveling just eliminates this gap and allows the present self to reconcile with the past self. This is my daydream about youth travel, and it is also the reconciliation between my current self and my past self. (2020 Is an extraordinary year. Life is not easy, and living is not easy. As long as you are alive, you must leave something for future generations, so I want to write a book about your travels. I didn't expect that you will become the characters in my book, but there are no pictures. If there is a chance to publish it in the future, I will give the book to you.)

A monster who experienced a passionate relationship seemed to have no feelings at all, but a superman saved her.

Everyone has a dream, and everyone has had a momentary impulse. So I want to ask if your dream is still there?

I always want to write something to express myself, express some of my emotions and some of my opinions. So this is some scattered, trivial, subjective writing.

A confused and confused 18-year-old, I don't know what my next step is. It may be a bright road or an endless abyss.

The torment of my soul, the hesitation about the future, where should I go?

At this age, a lot of things happen, maybe this is what is called youth. This is a record of the life of a middle school boy. If you use it for entertainment or leisure, it is still good.

Life on campus is the purest. Life diary, remember as you like

The article mainly writes about Yayuan and He Zheng, a family of four, about the fun and trivial matters in life. There are 60 seconds in a minute, 60 moments in a second, 60 moments in a moment, and 3,600 moments in a second. Cut the time into very small units, and the moment becomes eternity. All we can feel is the present moment. The article reveals the true nature of the protagonist's character, just like the title of this article. Let's take a look at the world of a family of four through the author's eyes.

This is about my miserable twenty years. I believe there are many people like me. I hope you can be strong.

No matter where you are, you care about your homeland; no matter what you go through, the motherland protects the people; no matter what you do, you always want to contribute to the motherland.

I am a robot, a robot without emotions, so how did I become a robot? Where to go?

2014 was the beginning and the end of my meeting that person. He was the first person I really liked from the bottom of my heart. However, we just knew each other by chance, or maybe I was too arrogant at the time. Even after so many years, I still can't forget him, and I still dream about him often, but dreams are always the opposite.

Listen to my old mother's oral account of the things my grandma encountered when she was a midwife!

I will write some happy or strange stories. It's hard to say when the update will be.

My own story, Unwilling obsession, Doesn't everyone have someone in their heart that they can't love...

Time is the most capable of lying. It first deceives you that life is long and makes you waste your time. Then it deceives you that time is short and makes you anxious. Destiny is the best at comforting you. It first comforts you that being ordinary is precious and makes you mediocre all your life. Then it comforts you that everything is the best arrangement and makes ordinaryness your only destiny.

People think too much and get tired. Why not be a fool? 2333

This book has different short stories every time, recording life in the third person, and is short and waiting for your comment and viewing.

55% dark chocolate is sweet, and so is life. Record every moment with the object, may time never grow old and you and I never be separated.

I thought about giving up, thinking about leaving, but I didn't dare, I didn't dare to revisit loneliness, I didn't dare to revisit old dreams.

Time flies like a fleeting year, more or less time passes between you and me, and our bond slowly passes through the thread of passing time.

Essays on love, reflections on life, and answers to why we are alive are originally poisonous chicken soup. I wonder if you can read it into strength.

Telling about my daily life of sand sculptures, after all, there are a group of sand sculptures around me, geese and geese.

Is there ever a time when you are lonely, when you want to escape like crazy and don't want to accept the reality? I'm about to collapse, but I'm unwilling to do so. I'm looking for a way out but why am I always lost. I thought my guiding light might not have found me yet, so I wanted to look for him just in case he was a wanderlust like me. Ha ha

I haven't thought about what to say or what to write. Just write what you want and read what you want. That's it.

? Regarding this era, I personally like it very much. I like that the women wear cheongsam and walk swayingly and charmingly. The men wear long gowns or suits. (I can't boast about it) anyway, it's very boring! ! The collision between the new era and the old era is curious. Rong Beifu? Zhu Baihua? Their names. At first I wanted to call it Fanhua, but I think Baihua is more meaningful to me (us).

Six months ago, my eldest daughter bought a little white rabbit from the Internet. I told her that rabbits are beautiful and fun, but also quite troublesome. She asked, how do you know? I said that when I was a child, my family had rabbits. She was excited, "Why haven't I heard you say it before? It must be fun, right? Please write it down too, I really want to see it." I didn't give a clear answer, but my eldest daughter's hope also touched my childhood memories. I took out my old work notebook and scribbled several thousand words. Later, I went fishing in Chuhe Han Street and put aside writing about rabbits. In the early days, a friend suggested that during the anti-epidemic quarantine period, my youngest daughter also suggested sorting out and copying past poems, and found a half-written draft of "Memories of Raising Rabbits". I thought that I was idle, so I should continue writing. It was just to pass the time and to express my gratitude to my precious girl.