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The heroine meets the hero. The heroine has a crush on the hero. The hero refuses the heroine to let go.

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This is my diary and my story.

I think for a long time, and my heart is getting better. --"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya"

Lin Wan, who has average grades and a sensitive personality, has secretly hidden the dazzling Jiang Yu in her heart since the day she was divided into classes. Her throbbing during military training and looking back under the jacaranda in college have become her careful secrets; Jiang Yu, who seems to be cheerful, actually has the same timidity as Lin Wan. He remembers her trembling fingertips when she clenched the book and hid the tissue paper she wanted to hand but did not, but she never dared to express her feelings. The two tried repeatedly on WeChat, and missed it many times due to sensitivity and uneasiness. It was not until Lin Wan finally wrote down her confession before graduation that she was met with silence from Jiang Yu. She deleted her contact information and weaved a perfect ending for herself, embracing each other under the jacaranda, but later accidentally learned that Jiang Yu's silence was not a rejection - he also hesitated out of fear of not being good enough, and finally passed each other in fear of each other. There are no bloody misunderstandings in the story, only the most real "similarity" in youth: two souls who are equally sensitive and equally afraid of disturbing each other miss each other through silence at the age when they should be bravest. The jacaranda blooms every year, and those unspoken loves and unexplored heartbeats eventually become the tenderest regrets in youth, allowing everyone who has ever been timid in relationships to see their own shadow.

Su Yan fell in love with this boy at just one glance, but in the end he never sent out the love letters he wrote again and again. There is always a bit of regret in youth, but Su Yan never thought that he would become her regret. She always thought that she would take that step, but in fact, on the day of his graduation, Su Yan only glanced at him from a distance.

The most difficult thing in the world to understand is the soul; the simplest thing in the world is the soul; everyone has their own spiritual growth history, do you still remember it? In your eyes, maybe it's just the passing of time, In my heart, it has long been a hidden gem in the ocean. Affection, deep love, a glitz, eternal changes. Who kisses your eyes forever, who wipes your tears forever, Who accompanies you in mourning for several years, who has been with you for thousands of years, Just to exchange for your peace and affection for a lifetime, If I have energy, I would like to be a crutch in your hand, At a certain intersection, waiting for you to pick me up, Then with your aging and hunched body, Slowly moving forward in the afterglow of the setting sun... In your eyes, maybe it's just innocence, In my heart, it has already been cleansed and prosperous, Infatuation, infatuation, a happy face, everything is silent. Who waits for the flowers of this world to bloom, who gets wet in a summer rain, Who adds to the bleak autumn wind, who adds to the vast white sky and earth, Just for you to stop and look back with a smile, If I have energy, I would like to be a heart lamp, At a certain corner, waiting for you to pick me up, And walking with you in the vast dark night, Welcome the gentle dawn before dawn in the palm of your hand... In your eyes, I may have been a beauty forever, In my heart, it may also be the love of my life, Know each other, cherish each other, love each other, and hold hands together for the rest of our lives. Perhaps, on a sunny morning, I will pretend to be careless, but quietly stare, When you find that I have disappeared under the clear green shade, If I had energy, I would like to be your lost mood, No trace, no trace, no place to rest, But it is always close to the place closest to your heart...

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Urban white-collar workers pursue their faith journey (of course there are also romantic encounters)

The joy of youth is always unforgettable. That year, Yu Yao got out of control because of the little warmth he gave him and because youth is inherently impulsive. (I don't know if this is about the youth of Bai Yueguang or Cinnabar Moles. He told me it's not)

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You see, the story is not long, and the ups and downs of the heartbeat are its punctuation. You see, the story is easy to tell. It starts with "I met you" and ends with "I let us go."

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Lin Shutong thought he would live an ordinary life, but found that he had been living in a scam called "perfection" since birth. My brother's violence, my grandmother's diary, the mysterious "night watchman", the mask of a gentle writer, the guardianship of my childhood sweetheart... All clues point to a terrifying truth: she is just the most perfect work of "Mrs. Tung Blossom". The countdown has begun. Can she win back a "human" identity for herself in the abyss? The tung flowers fade away, and spring comes again. This time, she chose to burn rather than live forever.

This article is an OC world view. Plagiarism is prohibited.

How do you deal with someone you really love?

From a bankrupt girl in city A to a strong woman in France, what has she experienced? And who is he next to him? From the youthful and innocent years to the mature and forbearing love.

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Encounter, curiosity, looking from afar, in a campus full of rumors, I saw a goldfish in a fish tank for the first time. A two-way redemption story about loneliness and tenderness, written for everyone who has ever endured the night alone.

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The stars hold the moon, the stars fall

We move forward in the river of youth, always unscrupulously, singing loudly, wetting our clothes with tears, rejoicing in grudges, or feeling sad. We laugh like scoundrels and cry like madmen. We just hope to live up to this great time and live in this mortal world. We are children staggering forward in time.

Su Yunqing never thought that a random WeChat message she added would mess up her entire youth. In the cram school after the high school entrance examination, she met Gu Yanchu and Zhai Jia Shu, who had a unique painting style. She thought it was just an episode during the vacation. When she was promoted to the first year of high school, Jiang Mu'en, a senior in the second year of high school, was particularly attracted to her. She was so careless that she never noticed her intentions. Until one day, Jiang Muen sent a profile photo of a friend. The young man Qingjun was bright-eyed and asked her to ask casually: "He's very handsome. Send it to me on WeChat." But the other party replied calmly: "I'm doing laundry, I'll join you when I'm done." This boy who is a little bit cool is called Shen Yanzhou. At first, she felt strange and had no good impression of him. It wasn't until a few people formed a small group, and Gu Yanchu and Zhai Jiashu were brought into the group together, that she was completely stunned-- It turns out that Shen Yanzhou, Jiang Muen, Gu Yanchu, and Zhai Jiashu have known each other for a long time. The circles that had no intersection before suddenly became tightly connected. From stranger to familiar, from polite to heart-warming, she and Shen Yanzhou gradually fell in love with each other amidst the noise. I thought we could walk a long way side by side, but we couldn't escape the distance and the pull of reality. Close again and again, separated again and again. The deep love of youth cannot withstand the vagaries of time. When a cloud encounters a boat, it is a shock; Farewell to Yunzhou will be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

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The rest of summer - dedicated to the summer when butterflies fly away

All of this has happened, or maybe it's just the imagination of people who are unaware of human affairs. I don't know what the people in the story are thinking, nor how they feel. I have always been fighting with the world, and I never intend to compromise.

Lin Luer, an animal protector from Hong Kong, came to Hoh Xil for the first time and felt a completely different life. It was a violent, barbaric, and desolate new world! The little brother from the northwest, Wang Mumu, silently protected her like the most beautiful flower in the world!

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Lu Ze knew that he would never love anyone except Lin Wan in his life.

Secret love is often a story that touches oneself but cannot touch others.

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.? His heartbeat is in midsummer, and mine is in late autumn. After all, we missed the same cinnamon scene.

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That year, I hid all the unspeakable love in the barbs that grew quietly when my fingers were intertwined with his. Every time one grew, I pulled out a piece of my heartbeat, until my palms were dripping with blood, until he held someone else's hand and said to me, "This is my girlfriend."

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Ling Yue a middle school student Updated from time to time

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If the moon had eyes Xiawang is the first person in my life who treats me unconditionally. He would stay by my bedside all night when I had a fever, remembering that I didn't eat chili peppers and would always appear at the school gate on rainy days. For a child who has been treated as a transparent person by his family since childhood, this is simply a miracle. I began to believe that there are really people in this world who will be nice to you for no reason. Until that day... The moon hangs in the sky, big and round. When I was a child, I always made a wish to the moon, hoping that someone would see me. Now I know that the moon has no eyes, it just shines there and shines on everyone, no one cares.