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I don't care where you come from, but wherever I am, I have to take care of it, not only I have to take care of it, but I have to take care of it fiercely... "Asshole! If you dare to control me again, I'll believe it or not, I'll run away with your son!" "You didn't tell your husband that you had a child. Come on, let your husband take a good look at it!"

It tells the tragic experience of the heroine when she was a child. Interested readers can read it. Thanks.

Because I want to use the fragmented time to occupy my brain, I put all the interesting and uninteresting things in my life into my diary. Maybe it is to encourage myself, maybe to appreciate others, maybe to help me remember, maybe it is helpless, hahaha, the big scum group... It must have gold content...

Missing is like the black and white classroom boards when I was a kid. Just looking at them makes me confused.

Night tour of Hengshui Lake, the scenery is amazing, Hengshui is a good place

Record various phenomena in life, some heard from hearsay and some experienced personally. Read them as stories and laugh at them after dinner.

My wandering thoughts over and over made me believe that loneliness means questioning everything. These words are about self and the journey of loneliness. They express a past me and a dream in which the dreamer is no longer intoxicated. It is impossible to predict where readers will arrive with these words, because where it all ends is just the beginning of my ideal writing.

The struggle and reluctance to sell Ah Hei, the dog that lives with his mother in his hometown.

I've been watching you, in ways you know and don't know.

Inspiration comes from life, life comes from life. Life has given me too many feelings, and I would like to give back to life with this life essay.

My journey is not the stars and the sea, it is you. When I have you during the day, I have dreams, and when I have dreams at night, I have you. The most beautiful scenery is you with a gentle smile. Meeting you in this life is unparalleled. I never ask for anything, I just hope that you can remember my name...

When entering society, we must know how to share and take better care of ourselves.

Jealousy makes people desperately want to get ahead, and hypocrisy makes people smile in the face of difficulties. Negative energy sometimes brings endless motivation. In fact, we are all climbing up by stepping on our dark selves. ??? ???? Life is like this, and I seem to have been friends with "depression" for a long time.

From the moment people are born into the world, they always forget as they go. Today, I will use simple words to recall the twenty years of my life. To commemorate the youth that will eventually pass away. Like beautiful and brilliant fireworks, they are fleeting.

What kind of people were we then? What kind of people are we now? Who was present in our past and who is absent now? In the past we were wanton, in the past we were sad, but now we are running our separate ways and no longer contact each other. People whose edges have been smoothed by something, do you still remember the glorious scenery at that time? Forgotten years, do you still remember the passers-by as time passes? A cup of milk tea, a cup of tea, a paper fan, and a small boat. What we remember deeply is the time we had at that time, which we cannot keep or escape.

The spring breeze brings warmth, the autumn wind brings chill, and there is also a lie brought to me in November

Lee Yubaek's flying youth. In those years, one dream intertwined with another, I was obsessed with it, I also hit the south wall, I touched my young conscience one after another, and danced one lively and regretless dance after another.

There was a railway track that accompanied me when I was growing up. It is still a magical thing to take a few kilometers of train home with my friends. Now it cannot be seen on the map. The alleys and houses in my memory have turned into clumps of trees, and the railroad tracks are only memories.

It rained when I went out to visit relatives, and I couldn't sleep at night after returning. Looking back on the past, I feel something in my heart.

Walking along this long road of youth, you will encounter all kinds of blooming flowers. Sometimes you just want to pick any flower you see. But if you choose this flower, you may not be allowed to pick it. You are an indelible mark left on my youth picture scroll. Because of your existence, my youth picture scroll becomes different.

There are no shocking words or inspiring truths. It is just the product of my dream and spiritual sustenance. The story is not special, but it is another way of communicating with every friend who likes it. I hope that when you are confused, confused, and at a loss, you will always follow the most original thoughts in your heart and live up to your original intention and yourself. Try to love and fight hard, don't get stuck in it even if there are difficulties, and be a positive person.

Sadness all the way, growth all the way, love may not last forever, the subtle fragrance floats just right. In all the years of youth, all partings are for a better reunion. Let us experience growth with each other. For a better reunion, please don't forget that parting is not just a touch of sadness, but also a touch of blessing.

All kinds of conjectures in the world are more or less wild. Please understand if you have different opinions. This is not science, just personal conjecture.

The pen of youth is the pen of a minister. An essay about life written when I was in college.

A square girl, an ordinary story, an ordinary life, how should she face the challenges in life...

I am an ordinary person, I have never experienced anything big, and I don't have any great abilities. But I am willing to share my story with you and tell you my truest self. Are you willing to listen?

Emmmmmmm This is the boring daily life of this author, right? Because this author is too bored and has been single for a long time and has nothing to do, so I wrote this. Yeah, that's right. Let me show you how I live my boring life. The daily life of a home girl (a flash of inspiration)

Simple life, babbling. Is it just mediocrity, or is life just like that.

Whether those years were good or bad, I don't know, what do you think?

A letter to my father. There is not only maternal love but also great fatherly love in the world.

[Free full text] Write about time and talk about the past. Being with you on the journey of youth is luck and happiness. Bei Yao's personal short weekly diary. Shells are welcome to tell it together. As long as you have a story, I will always be here waiting for you!

Today is the last day of 2017, and it will be 2018 in 2 hours. I suddenly feel that I will have nothing left after many years. My youth has just ended, but I still don't know what youth should be like.

Should people live or deserve to live? Should they live first or deserve to live first? Just like a chicken lays an egg, and the egg is full of vitality, so I used the egg principle. The chicken is in front and the egg is in the back. Live first and then deserve to die.

Random Thoughts of Youth: Sameness is not my style, originality is my pursuit.

Seventeen years old is the most beautiful age, neither too immature nor very mature. All memories are worth cherishing.

The south wind brought you news that you were staying in a small town in the south. I turned around and stopped to gaze at the apricot blossoms in the light rain. The white crane never goes to far away places, but only goes to Litang once. My dear, where are you going? Maybe the story is not that exciting. The person who wrote the story may have shed tears and dreamed of returning to his hometown...

Scientists say that the cells of the human body will be replaced every 7 years, which means: I am no longer the person I was 7 years ago. 7 Years is an end and a new life.

Record the touches and insights in life, whether they are joy or sadness, and send them in words.

A man who fantasizes about immortality enters a virtual world that seems real and illusory because of reading too many novels. After experiencing life from high school to college, he finally steps into the door of society. After experiencing various setbacks and ups and downs, can he find his "true self"? In reality, he is alive and shoulders the responsibilities of a man.

This little letter is for you to write about your feelings and them. Maybe it's based on reality, maybe it's fantasy, no matter what, it's an important part of my life. Not much to say, it's all in the book.

Even if the whole world denies it, There are some stories, there are some feelings, Some fragments, some memories, In short, You have to live like yourself, To pursue what you really like, The sooner the better, Throughout my life, I will do whatever it takes

These are some words I have written before, and I want to share them with you. It's not really a big deal, it's just some of my thoughts at the time. I've long had the idea to share it with everyone, but it's never come true. Now I finally have the courage. I hope everyone won't scold me.

Missing... The beautiful days together The diary... Is the only record.

Under the yellow rapeseed flowers, Lingling and Dawei began their first love. Later, the two experienced many hardships in fate. In the end, can the lovers of life and death be able to reconnect?

Little brother, little brother, online dating? I'm a loli. Online dating is also a good choice. There are too many scumbags in the world. But, for some people, it's bad because of what? Because they are easily fooled, and even after a breakup, it is difficult to control their emotions. Just like me, just an example

On the Naihe Bridge, there are all kinds of flavors in the world. A hundred tastes of the human world, passing by and returning again.

There will be a total of nine stories in this work, ranging from thirty to fifty thousand words to just a few thousand words. Every writing is a retrieval of memories. The story may be relatively bland, but I hope you will understand it. However, isn't the plain one worth looking forward to?

Suddenly, time overlapped and I was back in the original room. He and I were quietly leaning against the door and lying on the bed.

There is Beigu in the north, where there is endless snow all year round. The only place in the North Point where the demon guards the innocence of children. Bei Xuefei's journey is difficult to pass in this life and the next. Give me a pure land, turn the ashes of the past into a dream, and turn the present into a white realm. Time flies, we cannot keep it, and we will never see it again.

What I want to tell you is that when you see yourself in the future, please remember these people, these feelings, these memories that will never be erased but can never go back.