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Written out of boredom, some have no ending (relying on imagination), they are all very short stories. Updates are very slow (mainly because of slow writing) and I will post an article when it is finished. Any similarity is purely coincidental.

These are the essays that high school students usually write. Most of them are exam-oriented essays, and of course there are also some articles written for reading. I prefer ancient styles and poetry. I really like this kind of desolate atmosphere!

In life, everyone will shed that tear, which contains pain and joy. This is my letter to myself, my father, and those who have to recall it carefully. . . I have a story and you have wine. Do you and I have the same thing?

The charm of poetry is worth reading,,,,,,,,,,????

Here I will record what a girl thinks and sees every day. She is relatively ignorant, and people around her say she is stupid. But she is relatively sensible, and her mind is full of random thoughts!

How long has it been since you cried loudly? As a new adult, the last time I suffered was on the day after I failed Subject 2 for the second time. I was alone in the room and burst into tears.

They are all small things in life. Please don't go too far. My writing style is rather poor. If you don't like this style, please don't read it￣￣)σ. Also, I am a very strong person and very proud! If you are deliberately looking for scolding, hehe!

There is a very strange relationship in the world. Sometimes it seems illusory, and sometimes it feels like it comes and goes without a trace. But after it comes, you want to let it go. Only then will you realize how deep the pain of this thing is, and then you will live in the memory for a long time, accompanied by regret and helplessness. This complex relationship is love. Use a poem to describe the time when we are together, "There are no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart." After separation, it is "parting and diligently sending words again, and there is an oath in the words that the two hearts know each other!" "

Throughout the ages, there has been a book in hand, a bed for a month, a room for one person, a table for one person and a book. Today's life is a fast-paced life, and it is difficult for a person to read a book quietly and purify the soul. Read more, books can send away sorrow, bring happiness, improve experience, and enrich yourself. Hope you will gain something.

Characters and some thoughts, etc., Written casually, updated according to circumstances, not asking for anything (wrong), Buddhist author, don't say that people are short-lived

To my future self 2020.1.15 Wednesday 23:08

I am a person who likes to laugh because one sentence is called "laughing for ten years". I hope everyone likes me and my works because your encouragement is my motivation.

This is something the author has personally experienced, with twists and turns and hardships. See for yourself.

I like the people around me and myself, even though we all have our flaws. . But we live truly and work hard to create. .

In our youth, whose time and whose so-and-so did we marvel at?

A story, an inspiration, have you ever felt the same way? If you haven't experienced it, you will never truly understand it. I just want to condemn it a little more.

People in the city come to remote mountains and see and hear many strange people and things, and they probably talk about them...

Loneliness, anxiety, resentment... There is often a hope that there is a place to leave everything behind and take a rest. I hope the little story I wrote can warm you and me, even for a moment.

Life is just a series of isolated moments in which meaning emerges, disappears, and reappears through memories and fantasies. I will eventually forget the paths, mountains and fields in my dreams, and the dreams that will never come true. I turn these forgotten dreams into the bet of my youth. You, no matter what, I lose.

Don't be a slave to money, why not try your best to do a big job?

Lotus lanterns gave her direction. Lotus lanterns ate away at his vitality. The cycle starts over and over again, endlessly, and love has no end.

A mosquito hiding in a human home has a complicated state of mind in the last four days. In fact, you are just a mosquito who thinks too much.

A personal essay from a person who has experienced Buddhism and Taoism, life is like this

[The author is super ridiculous, and he also makes some random changes, so be careful] (I am writing about those ridiculous stories from my school and home) (Confess that I am handsome, hahahaha)

I think about it every day, and pick it up in the evening to remember things. Nothing is more precious than memories. In this life and the next, I am willing to know all the good people in the world and read all the good books in the world. See all the beautiful landscapes in the world, leaving no regrets or regrets.

Hello readers. Is it time to write something? This collection of essays comes from life, I hope you can get some inspiration from it.

Perhaps only through experience can we understand that in this secular world, we are all practitioners.

The time of the stars, the story of the name New and strange things, sad secrets

Every story here has a soul Maybe it silently makes you addicted and unable to extricate yourself But I will tell you the very opposite principle of life Shh-don't talk

Life is more than just the rough things in front of you. There is also poetry and distant fields. There is too much beauty in life.

Multiple characters, no limit to the story, some sad, some sweet, some be, some he, some extras, another ending of the story will be written, but not all stories have extras

I will turn into a wisp of spring breeze, passing through the leaves and kissing the flowers. With the fragrance of earth and full of enthusiasm, I will gently kiss you on the face and hug you again and again.

This is a book with many elements, brotherhood, love, father-son love, ancient love, past and present lives...

My collection of essays? I hope to meet, get to know and interact with you all. Group number:768493791

Everyone has their own story, every city has its own story. This is a story about people, objects and cities in northern Shu.

"With Love" Are humans really higher animals? Love Does love often involve sadness and joy? How many kinds of love are there in this world\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

You actually clicked on a diary that you didn't even want to read? !

A short story with four realms. If you read the story briefly, you can understand it from the four aspects of the heroine, the reader, the author, and the hero. The story is inspired by a dream of the author...

Things in the world are unpredictable and even more unpredictable. There are many things that we cannot express, so how do we express them? When the first light of the morning shines in, we reach out but cannot touch it. Our hands can only penetrate it, but can we see it like love that cannot be grasped? When you are walking down the street with nothing to do, do you feel that in this world, at this moment, you are the only one who is forgotten? No one knows how thick our story will be. The only thing we can know is that we are all the protagonists of the story.

How can life not be sad? To say that I am not sad is a luxury. I hope each of us can learn to be strong and relieved in the midst of sadness.

There are stories in the world, your story, my story, everyone's story. A donkey, a song, a world.

The novel revolves around a girl's ups and downs experience from childhood to adulthood, and after choosing a mother, fighting against fate, and not being afraid of risks. No matter what, it can be simplified, but it can also be done at any cost. No matter what, it is beautiful to have someone to accompany you in every step of life. Love can neither empty out nor fill it up. It does not hurt, does not owe, is not greedy, and lets go of everything.

Don't be surprised that the game process and daily moods I casually recorded are a bit inexplicable.

Seeing how well written Peach Blossom Boss is, I can't help but make some sarcastic remarks about it: It's about culture, it's about skills, it's about cars.

Sort out the messy thoughts in life. The things described are groundless and just for fun.

Describes the love history and self-rescue history of a confused girl who just left school.

A story about a girl who fell in love with a boy and fell in love with him for 7 years. Because meeting him, my life is full of sunshine

The content of this story is absolutely true and will only be published with the consent of the owner of the story. Reprinting without permission is prohibited! !

We became friends because of the Internet, and worried about gains and losses because of low self-esteem. When an Internet writer with low self-esteem and sensitive nature met a beautiful girl on the Internet. Offsite, online. In this virtual world, what kind of sparks will the two collide with? This book is dedicated to my dear Nana. --Recite the heart.

Every ordinary person hopes to record his or her own story I also have such extravagant hopes A story or essay about teenage adolescence If you have time, you might as well come in and take a look. If you are not interested, go out again (=^▽^=)