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My life, I ran out of hell, walked around, and went back to hell.

Everyone's past is a collection of poems recording joys and sorrows. Use your own perspective to recall that extraordinary and special era.

Don't ask, asking is just writing nonsense, and you are welcome to come and play with me.

Everyone is the protagonist in their own world, and everyone has their own story. I think everyone's story is very exciting, whether it is joy or sorrow, it is always their own story, and I feel that my life will be unexpectedly wonderful every day, so I want to record it.

The fictional person lives in his fictional life, and I write the real story to you.

Record the feelings and thoughts of wonderful life, see through the depths of the soul with witty words and thoughts, live life into poetry, and cultivate life into paintings!

For 30 years, I have been busy and doing nothing. I use every moment of my life to record the joys and sorrows of the world, I use the beauty of emotion to describe the separation and separation of life.

Having dreams is a good thing after all, but the word "kill" will always appear around "dreams". To strangle means to strangle one's neck to suffocate someone to death. In other words, it takes time to kill a dream. This article tells the story of how a girl who dreams of being a painter stifles her dream step by step due to external forces and choices. Cui Xiao: This dream is like my child, but I finally strangled it...

Drink tea, calm down, and find something to do when you have nothing to do.

Combining some of the author's own experiences and hearings, it narrates real college life in real life.

Life is so magical, why not observe it carefully and record it? If I had become a eunuch, then I must have been beaten to death.

Live with your feelings, live with your understanding, be at ease with whatever comes your way, and feel at ease.

I woke up in the middle of the night and rummaged through my closet to find the long skirt I wore last year. I found that I often couldn't find what I was looking for. Everything in the world has its time to come and go, so I gave up happily. The next time I wanted to use it, I thought of this sentence again, so I gave up happily again. In the end, I bought new ones with tears in my eyes as long as I couldn't find them for a while...

Memories and feelings of my youth, the old self is gone forever.

Faced with setbacks in love, those born in the 90s can clear their true hearts under the bodhi tree, see through the essence of the problem, and launch a defense battle for their love!

This note is written by Xiao Sang, the main writer, and Zhe Jun., Who accompanied me! : For a period of time, Xiao Sang felt sad every day due to the pressure of life and study, but despite this, Xiao Sang still had to face the world with a smile. This note is a record of what Xiaosang saw, heard, and personally experienced on campus.

I am a post-00s generation, happy and free, my parents are still young, my grandma shows in the square, I love my home, and the great China

Simple "diary", simple life, simple views.

? There is reincarnation in the world. It is impossible not to believe it. Finally, I will end with the poem from the story my father told me when I was a child, hoping to be a warning to the world. ? ? ? "My Son, Your Son" ? ? ? I heard that my son has a son. ? ? ? Your son is not like mine. ? ? ? ? My son is hungry and I feel uncomfortable. ? ? ? Don't make your son hungry, my son!

Life is always full of ups and downs and unfairness, but the road never stops.

Where does it all begin and where should I go. . .

Memories always bring back memories, and childhood memories are the sugar in the taste of life, very pure and a little sweet inexplicably. I have a deep impression of my childhood in my memory, but when I think about it carefully, I actually don't remember much of it, and only a few bright spots have become my childhood past.

Love is sincere, intense, passionate, desperate, irrespective of life and death, and irredeemable. It can make people deaf, blind, mouth stupid, and IQ return to zero. For a long time, I even felt that as long as I could be with Jing Linyuan in this life, I would be invincible. No matter which university I would go to in the future or what kind of job I would do in the future, it would not matter because I was already with the girl I loved. If so, not only could I not complain about all the encounters in my life, but all of this was simply a complete victory for my entire life. There are many experiences in my life that I don't want to repeat, but if I could go back in time and be a young boy again, I would have nothing else to ask for - just because she is my first little girl, just because she is my eternal little lover, just for the true love that I didn't understand when I was a boy. , Just for that first love that bloomed in a spring dream, I am willing to stop and die while turning back time. I do not want her to be my Zhu Yingtai or my Juliet, but if I can fly with her as butterflies or if I can sleep in her arms forever, I would rather not live after the age of fifteen.

The daily trivial matters of family life, the former lovers drifting apart, how to choose the future

Adapted from real events! Can a person survive in the wilderness?

Live for yourself and you will live happily every day. Record your crazy self.

My son likes toys, and he even likes transforming toys, and toys that can transform after being assembled. You can start by looking at the pictures and then you can basically complete it independently.

Life is like a dream. I am also crazy and confused, I will not turn around or retreat.

I am Mu Fansen, I write heartfelt words, and I make a living by writing at 37°C. I use words with warmth to live a warm and graceful life. The rest of my life will be long, and I hope the clouds will be calm and the wind will be gentle.

Would you give a hug to someone who has hurt you? Do you hate your past self? Probably so.

Every bit of memory, the years leave a voice. Looking back on the past, I can only be indifferent.

Ang... Life Essays... This is completely my personal diary... Comrade who accidentally opened it should quickly retreat...

What is life like? How should we face life? You have to learn to love life!

How humble can a person be in love? For love, not love, only love, false love, fear of love. Some people can give up their lives for love Some people clearly don't love each other, but they still stay together Some people say they love you, but they don't say they only love you. Some people don't love you but pretend to love you Some people obviously love very much but are too timid to love.

Record the books, movies I have read, and my reflections based on the things I have experienced

? "I once returned to the evening green with floating clouds, and still accompanied the setting sun with the sound of autumn. There are infinite paintings in the world, and a sad painting cannot be completed." Autumn rain sends spring back, to whom should I give my love and thoughts? The beauty conceals the tears, and the writing also shines with brilliance!

Maybe a diary. Maybe a short story. Probably an essay. Probably a complaint. Maybe it's a rant. Might be recommended.

Dedicated to countless ordinary people. Dedicated to people who are constantly being pulled between reality and thought, dedicated to people struggling with themselves, and dedicated to the dust in the ordinary world. Dedicated to him in heaven. Dedicated to myself.

We will meet many people or things in our lives. All we can do is accept them and live a good life.

It wasn't you in the end. I'm sorry but I don't regret it. I think no story is probably the best story.

A dream tells the story of the past, completes the regrets of the past, and finds the direction for the future.

The secular world is full of solitary guests, who occasionally sit in isolated villages and repair fences. Walking alone on this road, pursuing something that I don't know clearly, gradually getting further and further away, and gradually returning to silence.

There are always many interesting things in small towns. But no matter what, you have to grow up and get out of this small town. So, I hope I can grow up slowly.

The protagonist keeps dying, then reborn, and then dies. Yes, that's right, that's it, perfect!

I just wanted to write to my wife, so I'll put it here. The writing is immature, so please don't spray it.

Listening to a familiar song reminds me of the story of that time, like flowers blooming and falling. Thinking of all the beautiful encounters in that season, it was wonderful and indifferent. . . . . .

In the long white snow, there is her slightly blurred figure. In the scorching light, it is her most innocent performance. Originally hostile? Why pretend not to know him? They were not lovers, but they had loved. How can there be love in this mysterious world? Ever ruthless? Holding the son's hand, the general will fall.

Someone asked me what I wanted to know about the person I liked. In fact, he is a very ordinary person. But I don't like him now. Many of the things I wrote about him before have been deleted. Some of them were lost because it took too long. Now, the only ones I can find are two letters, which were really read to him. I was too timid to save the rest and didn't dare to dig them out. So I thought of writing a short story and releasing it. If you are willing to read it, you can read it. There are only so many.