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Share bits and pieces of real life, some are touching, some are thought-provoking...

Little things in life, and different attitudes. Everyone is a different individual.

Everyone's life is ordinary. Maybe you eat a delicious dish, meet a bright smile, and suddenly find yourself with an umbrella on a rainy day. Happiness is that simple.

Deep emotions accompany us throughout our lives. Every emotion in life is our inner desire. There is no right or wrong in emotions. Every emotion has its own value. We should not belittle or destroy it. Please let me bless you...

In my youth, you were the joy that I fully expected, and I was your dispensable necessity. I thought that was the end, but I never thought it was your starting point.

Emotion is a wounded beast, hiding alone in the dark and licking its wounds repeatedly. It is always on guard, has rebellious bones, is easily angered, and becomes out of control. Therefore, do not approach and appease easily.

If one day I forget myself, forget the past, and forget the people in my life. Do I urgently need some evidence to prove my true heart, my past, and those people who stay by my side? I originally wanted to call it "Memory Fragments", but it has been taken away. Anyway, it comes from my already rusty brain, so let's call it my own brain.

Each story is independent, a short article... Actually an article.

After the college entrance examination, I was like a wandering soul in a lost world. I thought I had finally escaped from the extremely regular prison called high school. But the truth is that it has just begun... There is no need to look back. As a young man, I can only step forward...

The healing experience of a Loli killer who was trained (tortured) by a group of "lovable old people" into a well-behaved doll who can be attacked or tolerated.

Make a note of it every day and draw it slowly. Dapeng rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles...

Human beings have two sides of the heart. One side is good, the other side is evil. The evil face is the ghost face....

Su Xiaoshan's life is ordinary, but she is very lucky to meet warm and kind people one after another to accompany her to grow...

Hypocritical kindness, false dialogue, what devours your body is not only the world, but also yourself.

The sleeping world, let us listen to them, the music in dreams...

A simple and ordinary story may be the author's emotion and improvisation, it may be a dream, it may be life or "him". Updated from time to time√Chaos√Maybe you can't understand it√

Senior singles are either on a blind date or on the way to a blind date, and figures like gods from all walks of life appear on the scene.

Are you satisfied with your current life and do you still have love for your partner? If God gives you another chance to choose again, will you feel relieved? Just continue with your current life. God sends you to the environment you imagined in your dreams. Do you accept living a life like the lady in Dream of Red Mansions with no worries about food and clothing, or do you miss your current busy and hard life?

Yang Xiaoshuai said [Thank you everyone for your company. These seven days have passed regardless of whether I was right or wrong. I'm just a passer-by in your life. If you get along with someone who is particularly rare for seven days, write it down in a notebook so as not to forget it. [Ps military training life]

I would like to write this article to remember my childhood life, describe the rural life of the Buyi people, and reflect the unique culture of the ethnic minority...

This book is the second continuation of "Xia Qiu at Seventeen". When I was about to turn 18 and become an adult, family conflicts escalated again, and the faces of my once most familiar relatives became gradually unfamiliar. I realized the meaning of growing up in the "cracks"...

I thought we were "the first to get the moon", but it turned out to be a "long-planned secret love".

As I grow up, I think of past events and some personal feelings, and post them for everyone to share.

Fengchen Wuyou's personal collection and creation. Reprinting without permission is strictly prohibited.

A man who passed the vocational high school with "excellent" grades went crazy with a group of classmates like him in this place. We obviously promised to be together from now on, but in the end we still didn't.

There are thousands of dreams, who knows what that world is like?

Record life, record every moment of spiritual inspiration, and make our lives full of love.

Our heart is actually like an onion wrapped in layers. You don't know what's hidden inside. All you can do is peel it off layer by layer awkwardly; you may shed tears in the middle and your hands will get sore. Some people don't peel it or peel it slower because they really can't stand it. Only a few people can barely peel off the thick layer of skin that wraps the heart in a short life. At the beginning of life, we don't even know that the innermost part of it contains sincerity. We can only peel it off and suddenly discover that it turns out that there is something hidden in the innermost part - Huh? That thing seems to be my true heart. The purpose of my posting these words is to peel my own onion with you, so that you won't be lonely. There is love, family affection, friendship, stories, growth, and thinking in this book. I wrote it for us, so that we can rely on each other and warm each other, and we will no longer be alone as we grow up.

Random talk? Random thoughts? I just write to myself, and also to you who I accidentally read.

Because of an unintentional move, the existence of the superpower he has always been proud of was confiscated by a more powerful person. What choice will he make?

There are no interesting stories here, just the sincerity of an ordinary person. In fact, I had the intention to write such a book a long time ago, and the name was also decided on a long time ago, called "To the People I Love". As the name suggests, everyone who appears in this book is someone I love. Even if he is a stranger, I am very grateful that he can appear in my life. Leave a small mark in the long history of my life. In fact, I don't have much experience in writing books. I also write whatever comes to mind, completely according to my mood. This book doesn't feel like a novel or a literary anthology. It's all from my own mind. Just write everything I think, everything I want to express, and that's enough. In fact, even I don't know why I have such a strong desire to write such a book. I thought about a lot of things when writing this book. I want I I care. I wrote everything I could think of, but my ability was limited, so I wrote a rough outline. So first I thought maybe when I have enough time and energy later. I will write each of my stories in detail. Put my life down on paper.

Everyone has had a first love, and everyone has had someone they liked during their school days. In fact, everyone who is ready to like you comes from a very far away place. On that deserted corner of the street, I passed you by and mustered up all my courage to turn around and call you, but I only dared to say: Hello, it turns out you are here too. If the story can begin, please don't let the people around you leave easily.

Draw a picture and include everything you like. Accidentally, I spilled an ink dot. Later, I hid the painting in my luggage.

Hello, my name is Nan Jiuren, here is my diary, what happened in my life, are you interested in knowing? Give me some advice for my trashy and occasionally brilliant life, and welcome to my world.

Essay - from a 14-year-old girl who wants to work hard but can't

Life is like a dance that can leave at any time. Here, we write lightly and talk about the years. We have been in this world before...

Life is not easy, we are all a speck of dust among the vast number of sentient beings, and only we know our own joys, sorrows and joys.

A drunkard poet, wandering in the ruthless world. ..

Gathering the characters, settings, and beginnings that I have thought about over the years~. There are many fragments of scrolls, and even I didn't expect there to be so many.

Just an article recalling my grandma, the ups and downs of the little people at the bottom

This article is written because I lost Mr. Muzi, and I wrote it to commemorate him. This is a self-narration. This is my first time writing. Please take care of me.

There are some short stories, and occasionally medium and long stories. There are many types. Generally, it depends on the author's imagination. There will be warnings about stepping on mines, so please feel free to eat.

This book is just a carrier of some of my feelings and experiences in life. The content mainly includes poetry, short novels, essays, etc. I chose the title "Xian Ping" because I wanted to hear more opinions from readers and work hard to create a work that everyone will like.

I admire the beauty of absurdity over the ugliness of true narrative. There are many stories, very cruel things, and very nihilistic. I want to tell it and listen to it, absurd youth, absurd dreams.

[Essay, non-fiction] Each article records a nostalgic childhood, and those interesting things are still vivid in my mind.

Amu looked at Grandma many years ago, then turned around and continued to look at the stars, full of expectation. "Grandma! Wait a minute! Dad and Mom are coming back. I have counted the stars to 1,283 today. Mom and dad will be back soon every time this happens!" Years later, I can only look at the night sky and think silently in my heart. "Grandma, you know, I miss you a little. Dad, grandma, and brother are all here, but there seems to be a dining table that is missing its owner!"

Use the most sincere feelings to commemorate our junior high school days! We cannot go back to the past, but we can take the path of today and look forward to our future with passion! !

The wandering heart is really lonely~ I also want the flowers to bloom, accompanied by sunshine and happiness... I experience every experience with the most sincere heart, carefully, holding it in the palm of my hand, and unknowingly, I turn myself into a love beggar, living like a clown... I am also a flower, and I also like warmth~ In this world, I have never met anyone who makes me burn myself and illuminates my life~ ''The flowers are blooming on the street, you can return home slowly'' Those stolen hundred days are really accompanied by freedom~ I like white long skirts and red long skirts. The one falling in the air is the most beautiful. Later I found that the off-white color is also very heart-warming...

This is an emotional story full of comedy. It is a story about a small person, not grand and grand, but just trivial and short-lived.