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"How many points did you get on this test?" "Is it enough for you?" "How many days are there until the college entrance examination?" "Can you argue with me?" ... "Ah ah ah~~ I don't want to take the college entrance examination."

To my lovely deskmates in those years, whether you were happy or noisy, you are my best memories second only to my English score.

Sending you away, sending you away, soaring up to ninety thousand miles, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, holding a long sword in my hand, let you run thirty-nine

This is a short article, rewritten because of a dream I had. I really like the cute little child in the dream, so I want to write it down. Of course there are many things to change.

This is the legendary life of my adoptive parents and I. My name is Yang Feifan. My grandfather and adoptive parents took great pains to give me a name. Fei means beauty and Fan means everything. The overall meaning is: all the beauty in one body. Although I am not that perfect, I like this name very much. I was cruelly abandoned by my biological parents when I was born. A six-year-old cousin took care of me. He fed me batter every day. I was lucky to survive. On the sixth day after I was born, I met my current adoptive parents and adopted me. When I left my aunt's house, I felt like I had escaped from the sea of ​​misery. When I came to my adoptive parents, I felt like the apple of my eye. Not only were my adoptive parents good to me, but my grandfather (my adoptive father's father) also cared for me in every possible way. ??????? My grandfather and my adoptive parents were kind people and diligent and thrifty. When my grandfather took my father from Shandong to the Northeast to make a living, my father and mother were destined to meet each other after thousands of miles away. They are all farmers, and they raised me with their sweat. ??????? When I grew up, my marriage went through some twists and turns. My husband went astray. After going through the ups and downs, he suddenly came to his senses, corrected himself, and silently supported me from behind. ?????? When we were at a low point in life, we supported our family by repairing shoes. Because we had a lot of experience, my father always liked to say: We can write a book about our family's affairs. I was inspired, and through hard work, I really succeeded in writing, and opened up a happy and free life path with my children. From then on, our family was happy. Looking back on the past, we have to start with my grandfather in his hometown of Shandong.

If I don't die, no one will believe that I really want to die.

Her eyes make me intoxicated, Her eyes make me unable to extricate myself, Her eyes make me miss you for the rest of my life

It was love at first sight for her, but he lost because of his own cowardice and low self-esteem.

A collection of essays describing life insights, a work that can make readers think deeply.

As a person with first-level physical and speech disabilities, it took me two years to complete this book, from 15 to 17 years. This book is my true story.

I just accepted a task. Although this task is a bit strange, it won't involve my own happiness! ! ! "Uncle, stop chasing me! I didn't mean it!" "Huh! You stole my heart and you said you didn't mean it!". . .

Don't think that the person you can't let go of can't let go of you. Don't put down your dignity to keep someone, because you were really ugly at that time.

On this land, the young girls who fought for it shed their blood and sacrificed their lives to open up this land, open up the northwest for ordinary people, and take root in this land!

Essay. It may be about love, friendship, or family ties. This is my story, I hope you can see the side of me you don't know. When you are reading the story, are you the one in the book?

The little puppy who has been obedient since junior high school suddenly becomes rebellious and persistent? After dinner, they all said they would go back to work tomorrow. I wanted to go with them, but they pushed me back. When the fox went out, he pulled me and said, "Axuan must be jealous. You stay here to untie him." I went back to the sofa and sat down. He poured me a cup of warm water and put it on the coffee table. The atmosphere was a little awkward. I said, "Hey, Lin Mingxuan, did you take the wrong medicine today?" He still said nothing. "If you don't say anything, I'll go back first." He lowered his head and whispered, "Can you please stop hugging other men in the future?" "What? What's wrong with hugging good friends when they are happy? You know me, I'm always like this, and Xiaoliang has a girlfriend." It's really strange. Is this the first day you met me? "Then what do you mean by running away from me as if you were seeing a ghost now?" He turned to look at me.

This is just a memory of my youth, recording the beauty around me and my love for a person.

The story of how my boyfriend and I first met until now, simple love

A dream, an unusual event I want to wake up, but I can't I wanted to help, but I was targeted again Is this really a dream?

Adapted from a true story, it tells the diary of four female doctors born in the 1990s pursuing love and growing up. PS: It's terrible when female doctors become infatuated!

This is a complete record of the growth process of a girl with severe physical disabilities. The book describes the joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows that a girl with cerebral palsy named Lingzhi encounters in her seemingly ordinary daily life.

Don't laugh, right? Chocolate is not made from grapes! This is not a novel about how to make gourmet food (although it may contain a trace of the gourmet food preparation process). This is not a romance novel (although there will be very minimal romance-related content). Emmmmm, the first and second volumes do seem a bit wrong.

Dragging his tired body, drinking a bottle of old wine, his rickety figure stretches infinitely under the setting sun. He is a retired veteran, and he is a husband looking for his wife.

There are people playing the role of villain and wretched person every day in the world. But who is the real villain? Who is really pitiful?

There is joy, sadness, reflection, and awakening. This is a book about little people. The story that happened to "me" may also happen to you.

Linghewan wants to truthfully reflect and record the four generations of farmers who constantly tried various ideas and ideas to make a fortune in order to change their survival and living conditions. Some succeeded, some failed, and some went to heaven early. People long for happiness and love, struggle with natural disasters, difficulties, and diseases, with all kinds of hopes, longings, and helplessness, accompanied by joy, laughter, and tears, intertwined in every day's life. As well as the changes in customs and customs along the Huaihe River since ancient times and the emotional journeys of several generations of farmers, boys and girls, and young men and women. They are struggling in the emotional whirlpool, and some have built scenes of a hundred years of happiness; some are drowning in the sea of ​​love, some are deeply trapped in the sea of ​​love and cannot extricate themselves, and some are swimming freely and happily in the sea of ​​love. Use my eyes to watch the emergence of this prosperous age, and record people's joys, sorrows, and joys during the development of this prosperous age.

You come like the spring breeze, gentle and shy; you smile like summer, sweet and halo; you fall like autumn leaves, beautiful and sad; you leave like winter snow, cold and decisive~ The maple leaves all over the sky are falling one after another, and the fog in front of you is gradually dissipating. Are you in the direction of the halo?

Loneliness is not a person's loneliness. . . . . . . . . .

I have wine, just in time, and you have wind and flowers. It would be nice to have a drink and some music.

Record every detail of the beautiful life of Xingbao Xiong, record three little things every day. She is happy, and so am I.

I just finished watching the British version of "Seven Years in the Life" - a reality show documentary about several children in the last century from the ages of 7, 14, 21... Until they were 56 years old. I have a lot of insights: everyone has a different life, from birth to youth to middle age and finally old age. The factors that determine the trajectory of life are personality, birth, relationships between family members, etc. I also want to talk about my last seven years of normal and regretful life.

A whimsical record of ordinary leisure time...

I would like to write this article to commemorate the mixed feelings that have passed through our hearts. Either in a hurry, or insipidly, or slowly, or vigorously.

Do you believe there are ghosts in the world? If you believe it, there will be it; if you don't believe it, there will be nothing. You might be working, or going to school, or doing something else. Ghost! Maybe it's right next to you, or watching you from a corner. Okay, without further ado, please listen quietly as I tell you about a book called A Million Horror Stories! ! ! ! ! ! !

Exquisite words, exquisite stories, classic articles. Follow Sister Xi, and Sister Xi will take you into a different world!

It is the memory of the past, the regret of forgetting, and the ignorance of growing up.

The most beautiful thing is childlike innocence, the cutest and happiest thing is childhood, leaving beautiful memories.

Your biggest enemy is not others, but yourself. Your biggest obstacle is not incompetence, but laziness. Success always requires more patience and more persistence. You must first defeat yourself before you can defeat others. --After finishing this bowl of poisonous chicken soup, there will be another bowl.

On a deserted street on a snowy night, a girl in a white down jacket stood under a dark streetlight. She was in tears, and her frozen hands were struggling to knit a scarf.

There is a truth behind every story, and all we can do is understand them. Use a small incident to declare the reason for its existence.

The last notes written by a person who has lost hope and is disheartened.

Quote: Everyone will experience joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and they are indispensable on the road to growth. Go through pain, suffering, despair, and then come out of it, I believe you will gain a lot!

One snow, one cold, one spring, one dream, one heart, we are still proud that only the water of the soul washes away these fogs. Then with the glory of dawn, illuminate the original dream. Life is like a river. Destiny is waving to you and me. Don't stay or be sad anymore. Love is a lifetime. I hope that when the prosperity is gone, we can still remember each other until the sunny day comes.

Pay homage to our youth and leave the last memories. I would like to write this article to wish us a better tomorrow.

I have been trying to write something, but my lack of experience and limited education have always stopped me. But I still want to write something, and use my precious imagination to write stories about hunters and wolves, heroes and wooden horses, or young people and the rising sun, or even my own story. There are rivals among them, some unrelated, and some closely related. The only difference is that I must finish writing them this time, even if I die...

Watching, guarding, seeing or not seeing, it is a lifetime. Do you love him? What have you done for him?

Write what you feel and what you feel. Tell me your true temperament! You can communicate with me!

Random prose, poetry, short novels, etc. Random prose, poetry, short novels, etc.

Life is not easy, even difficult. You thought it was heaven, maybe it was hell. Misfortunes are where blessings depend, and blessings are where misfortunes lie. It was too difficult to get ashore.

The past thirty years is a myth, and myth is the memory of a nation. These stories can inspire a person's potential that has been hidden for a long time, making his state of mind radiate with fragrance and vividness. I don't want to pick up the laughter and debauchery of summer behind the crowds of people laughing on the beach. I won't be a sampan on the beach because the sea is sometimes full of sad, gray and gloomy colors. Different levels of possession should lead to different levels of searching. Even though you are far away, I still yearn for you. Shangxue WeChat readership: LYSX6989