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The stars seemed so sparse last night, and the light and color of the mountains and seas were also dim and like an illusion. The sound of the nightingale tugs at the heartstrings. Towering ancient trees, surrounded by running water and vast blue waves. I swam drunkenly, letting my thoughts drift into a trance. I lingered in the dreamland, holding a lamp to peek... Graduation, the end of love, the grave of emotions... For a piece of Beijing household registration, she chose to give up and make a new choice... Hang is a shrewd businessman, who looks very ordinary. But he has the unique temperament of someone who has been in the shopping mall for a long time. He is eight years older than me and has a four-year-old child.

Love is not so beautiful, and the person you love is not so relevant. Not cotton clothing, not natural items, many originally warm moments will be stabbed by sharp objects that suddenly fall. Those little hurts, those fleeting feelings that make the soul ache, accumulate. Many things, sometimes I really hope it is a dream, and many other things, I hope it is not a dream. Distantness is a very beautiful thing. I can think of one word, forever. I don't want to leave, I don't want to change, I just want everything to remain the same, quiet and warm.

Baby, forgive me. I really don't want to say that to you, but only by saying that can I make you leave me with all your heart. You have given me too much, too much. All I can give you is to let you find your own happiness without any worries. You said: Leaving me is like cutting off your own flesh. For me, why not? Every time I think that from now on, you will take care of another person like you take care of me, my heart starts to bleed. How happy he will be... Listening to the songs you liked to listen to in the past, recalling the beautiful memories between us, it seems like it happened yesterday, but the reality is ruthless, the relationship between us has ended, and the end is so pale and powerless...

There are three types of emotions in the world: family affection, love, and friendship. Friendship can be given up, love can be chosen, but family love is a relationship that you cannot choose or give up in your life. When we are too busy between friendship and love to turn around, we forget about family affection. When we are intoxicated with the sweetness of love and friendship, we tend to ignore family affection. Then only when we need help the most, family affection shows its side that is different from other emotions. We grew up together, but when we grew up we seemed so strange. What happened between us? I thought about it in front of the computer for a long time, whether I was wrong, but where was my mistake?

There are many weddings in October, especially this October. You don't need to issue an invoice from your work unit when you get married or divorced. How convenient! No, even Lao Dan quietly laid off his first wife, and he and Xiao He received a red license. All of this was beyond everyone's imagination. In people's eyes, even if all the couples in the world had discussed getting divorced and reuniting together, this man named Lao Dan would definitely be an exception. When they heard the news, Xiaodai and Yulan were drinking at the Euro Bar, and they were discussing how to punish Xiaohe for his "Xiaoyao absence" - now it's over, stealing the chicken is not possible, and the rice is on credit - members must follow suit, and the most hateful thing is that the Xiaoyao Three Gang is no longer stable.

"A kind word warms people in winter, but bad words hurt people in June." Donating a smile to others makes people feel warm in the cold winter; donating a smile to others makes people feel cool in the unbearable heat; donating a smile to others makes people feel confident in depression; donating a smile to others makes people full of strength in physical and mental exhaustion. When pursuing goals, it is inevitable that there will be some unexpected events. But bear with me! Hang on! Your dreams will be lightly colorful, emit a faint light, and fly towards you without hesitation; on the contrary, if you have to retreat when encountering some difficulties and seek shelter, then your dreams will begin to be dim, leaving only a thick layer of dust. At this moment, your dream will always be just a dream and cannot become a reality...

In fact, I feel nothing now except a little sleepy. But the thought of getting up at 6:30 tomorrow morning, being squeezed in the bus for 40 minutes, and then being tortured by listening or composition and reading for six hours... Is still a bit uneasy. When I entered the office building today, I saw the slender classmate Andrew and his smooth head at the corner, so I rushed towards him. Just as the elevator door was about to close, he stepped in and said hello with a silly gesture. Because I used two hands! Time flies, how many days and evenings spring and autumn. Nine years later, the boy is celebrating his birthday again. He still remembers the promise made by the girl 10 years ago, but where can this empty promise written on the promise be cashed? The boy returned to that city, that city filled with happiness, looking for his and her footsteps.

In the third autumn, with a casual glance, we discovered that the dark green branches and leaves of the persimmon tree were actually dotted with persimmons. Although they were very small, they were as golden as stars. After some time, the persimmons were as big as a human fist and were so dazzlingly red that they bent the branches. Strangely, under the shadow of the persimmon trees, the flowers and plants in the flowerbed seemed shrunken and eclipsed. Mother stared at the persimmon tree as she stared at us. Everything must be done seriously so as not to feel guilty, just like planting persimmon trees and eating persimmons. Mother harvested the persimmons, and we harvested the truth in this harvest season.

Love is like a burning flame, which warms two cold and lonely hearts; like fireworks blooming brilliantly in the night sky, the momentary brilliance illuminates our hearts in darkness; like a waterfall flying down three thousand feet, wrapping up two hearts that were originally as calm as water. Love makes us tremble, make us crazy, make us sweet, and make us unforgettable. However, after the flames burned, only ashes remained; after the waterfall washed away, the rocks were exposed. After the passion of love passes, fatigue appears, numbness appears, habituation appears, and the original feeling is no longer there.

In the silent street, the shadows of trees and buildings on the ground depend on each other in silence. The dim street lights are like a cup of orange wine, flowing on the road. She stood deep in the light, her makeup-stained face covered with sadness, and the perfume smeared on the inside of her wrist invaded her soul with the smell of fate. Love is really a kind of torture. Gaining and losing are equally heartbreaking. The phoenix can be reborn after being baptized by fire. If I could, I would forget everything about him after the fire and become strangers to each other from now on. She smiled bitterly. In the night world, no one cares about her loneliness. Forgetting is the best medicine that can make people feel at peace.

Encounter is a kind of fate and a bond that brings two people together from the other side of thousands of mountains and rivers. After hundreds of years of cultivation, we have to cross the same boat. Meeting each other should be something that can be encountered but not sought. It leaves in stubbornness and comes quietly in randomness. "It is necessary to know each other when we meet." In the vast sea of ​​​​people, countless people pass you by. They come in a hurry and leave without a trace. Only in that second arranged by God, you and him looked at each other at the same time, communicated with each other with eyes, and then smiled knowingly, and then disappeared into the crowd. You seem to have recorded all his traits and thoughts, as if the unfinished relationship in the previous life will continue and become more and more intense in this life. You are not afraid of being separated from each other, because he and you have met, their fates have been intertwined, they are included in each other, and they are inseparable. The seeds of destiny have sprouted deep in your and his hearts.

The sadness spreads like rain, and I gradually fall in love with this feeling of melancholy. Loneliness is because you want to fall in love with someone, and sadness is because you are afraid of forgetting someone you love deeply. My loneliness and sadness are all because of meeting you... The rain has washed away the dust in the air, and time has washed away the traces of the years. What can wash away my memories of you? It rains because the sky cries, so if I cry, is it because I really love and feel pain? Now I finally understand the saying that the deeper you love, the deeper you will be hurt... Maybe we are hurt too deeply, we are afraid, tired, and it's time to rest. Next, let me face and solve it alone... Is it because I love someone I shouldn't love, or I am someone I shouldn't love. Everything about us is like a beautiful and cruel dream. Love gradually turns into sad notes, floating in the air and then drifting away with the wind...

If all kinds of past love have been engraved in the deepest part of your heart like the music on the road, then when the sun is shining, turn out the memories and bask in the sun, and let such beauty grow into a moment of warmth. After reminiscing, remember to put it back in your heart, remember to smile, dare to pursue brave steps, and be happy. It can be said that this unexpected dinner was helpful to both parties and played a decisive role in the subsequent communication between the two. Chi Yang knew Yi Han's thoughts, at least she knew that the boy was not her boyfriend. Since he's not his real brother, let's call him "boy". We can't take advantage of him.

I am deeply involved in this hazy love. In fact, we both have sacrifices. We are very entangled in our hearts... Struggling... Please understand. At this time, I must stand firm and reason opens up a clearing. Love is very selfish, and I am afraid that after love, the last most sincere friendship will not be preserved? So I decisively refused... When the sound becomes a memory forever, it is the taste of vicissitudes of life. Resentment is when longing has changed; hate is when longing is knotted. Baoyue's love for Fengsheng was like this. Baoyue sat under the lamp, spread out her right hand, opened it, and then clenched it. It was said that her hands were also very graceful. In the past, Fengsheng always liked to hold her hands and stroke them quietly. Baoyue would always pull her hand away suddenly and glare at Fengsheng. Fengsheng thought she would have ice on her face when she pulled her hand back, but she never did it once.

Whenever spring comes in brilliant colors, the peach trees in the flower beds stretch out countless branches. The pink peach blossoms are next to each other, crowding the entire branches. They are like a group of urchins, vying to let people watch their beauty. If you push through the dense flowers, you will also find other small lives - the grass next to the tree. These little beings must really want people to appreciate them, right? It's a pity that they are too weak, so they can only survive under the beautiful peach blossoms.

Time is engraved in the scars on the desk and disappears with the dust on the windowsill. Time remains in the tunnel of time, gradually fading with the passage of time. I originally thought that love should be a kind of persistence. I also thought that only persistence in love can be a kind of true love. After experiencing it, I realized that such persistence will only hurt others and hurt myself. There are always people writing about love, and love stories are being played out every day... Can you leave? After leaving, will it be forever?

Silly love, crazy love, love always starts sweetly and ends coldly. The years are like running water, passing by quietly and gracefully. The palm of my left hand is still tightly holding the warmth you once gave me. After spreading it out, I found that it was already cold. The figures that were vaguely visible in the dream could not be touched with my hands. The promise that we would grow up together, walk hand in hand through youth, and look forward to everlasting life together still rings in our ears, but when I turn around, I can't find the original warmth and beauty. I once promised to live forever together, but I don't know what happened, and it just disappeared.

In the loneliness of ten thousand years, I may want to meet you. The winding glacier and the cold snow whisper, waiting for love to melt my cry. In the hug that lasted for a second, it was impossible to tell who was crying, as if two ice ages had to burst their banks in love. Pain, no taboo, it would be a pity to cause separation. I dote on you and don't want to waste a moment of suspicion. The oath is superfluous. The colder I am, the more I miss you. I love you. Close my eyes and think of you in the wind, life is fleeting. Happiness is also superfluous. The more you have, the more you lose. Give it to memories. Love until the ice and snow. You don't know where people love you. It's very lonely...

She just hopes that her man will not forget her birthday because he is busy. If you want to hear him whisper in your ear, "Be happy, my baby." You can also omit the rose at this time. She just hoped that when she was tired from doing housework, he would gently caress her forehead and say, "Baby, drink milk before going to sleep." There are many women in the world, beautiful, gentle, smart, cute... But no matter what type of woman, the mood of looking forward to happiness is the same. So they are waiting for a man to appear and for this man to be good to them. In fact, what women expect to be good to themselves is a very simple thing.

Love has not anchored in the harbor, has not slipped away, and has not stopped. Where has the love gone? Love has left deep traces in people's hearts as time goes by. Missing makes a fuss about this trace! It has surpassed all expectations and expectations, visited suddenly when people were calm, and kept pace within the deadline! The kind of person you love is the kind of person you are. Beginning to become mature only comes at the most painful time. The most comfortable sleep I've ever had was found when I was very tired. The most precious things you'll ever gain are only known when you lose them. Everyone has a sadness that they want to hide but grow...

My father often said to me: "The sea is blue and blue, endless as far as the eye can see." Since I have never been to the sea, I still have no impression of the sea in my mind. This summer, my father and mother took me to Rizhao and Qingdao, Shandong Province on their days off, which allowed me to have close contact with the sea and deeply appreciate the charming charm of the sea. In the distance, I can't tell which is the sea and which is the sky. I just feel that the car is driving alone, as if it is at the end of heaven and earth, about to leave the world and go to the horizon. It feels very mysterious.

The fool overheard someone saying that there was a game called Sky Ranger, and the PK in it was cool. The fool decided to play this game at that time. The fool liked this wild game with a western flavor! A fool decides to play Dragon Knight because it is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. A warrior with more blood has a higher attack. And it sounds very domineering and brave. A fool will not consider how powerful the priests and hunters are at long range and how cool their skills are. The fool only knows that he likes this character! A beauty's smile can captivate a country and captivate thousands of people. Who knows the bitterness behind this smile?

If you find that this admirer is a stubborn person and is extremely infatuated, then the degree of polite rejection will be slightly upgraded. First of all, you must make up your mind not to feel any sympathy for him, reject his date directly, and interrupt his calls with different excuses every time. This attitude is almost the same as forcefully saying that you don't love you, and most male compatriots should understand it clearly. However, this pre-emptive approach may very well prevent you from becoming friends with him, so only use this trick when you have no choice but to do so.

I am used to being alone, looking for a corner to curl up in an empty room, and let the tears fall. After you let me go, I lived alone every day, and found that I still missed you and loved you so much! Some people say that the lost love will never come back, but I always fantasize about a miracle happening. I know I don't have this freedom and I can't let it go! I can't let go of my love for you. Real! My heart is only for you! ! Although I am far away from the city I used to live in, I still think of you all the time. Thinking about it, I couldn't sleep. I looked at my face in the mirror, haggard but with tears. It was obvious that I was in pain but I couldn't help but laugh. I tried to shake and shake all night long, thinking that if I made myself very tired, God would not let you appear in my mind... I miss you every day. Better than ten thousand years in the human world.

In many cases, tears do not represent conquest. Just like, smiling does not mean happiness. Sometimes it's not silence. I just can't tell. When the wind comes, it lifts away the sadness of the past. No matter how good things are, they will be lost one day. No matter how deep the memory is, it will be forgotten one day. This life is destined to be without tears, spring and autumn pass away, and the years reincarnate. Nothing will remain unchanged forever, and the merciless burns of time will make people experience a life like purgatory. Let the body experience the numbing feeling of pain, and let the tears flow until they can no longer flow, then I am destined to have no tears in this life.

In the empty room, I sat alone in front of the computer. He feebly polished the lighter and lit a cigarette. Watching that little bit of fire burning out... Keep asking yourself. How much weight can a person's heart bear? It turns out that all love and all pain are so pale. When I handed over my soul to time, I seemed to have forgotten to insure love, so I lost it... And wandered... I walked through the day but there was no feeling of night. In this familiar and unfamiliar city, I was lonely. After I broke up with my first girlfriend of five years, because of her damn reason for breaking up, I started to pretend to be serious, started to be bad, and didn't want to be the so-called honest, unchangeable good man she said. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the past, where no one needed me to bask in the moonlight, and I could just wander alone in the lights and dim alleys of the city.

In 2060 AD, I have served as the president of the World Academy of Sciences. I work somewhere between two planets. This matter has to start from 30 years ago. At that time, I was still an intern at the Academy of Sciences, and I was still unknown in the Academy of Sciences. Until one day, I accidentally discovered a UFO while observing space. The speed was amazingly fast. I just thought it was a meteorite, but its size was much larger than a meteorite. When observed again at the correct light distance, it is a spherical shape with a concave and convex surface, slightly larger than the moon, with a long "tail" when flying. Its flight trajectory is an ellipse and approaches inward in circles. Some very small planets will collide with it, and it will become larger. I reported this matter to my superiors, but their response was: "You have to figure it out yourself!"

She likes him very much, so much that she doesn't even know how much she likes him, but she just likes him anyway. He also likes her and considers her his best friend. They were neighbors, and she fell in love with him from the first time she saw him. At that time, she didn't understand that this was called liking, it was called love at first sight. At that time, she just liked playing with him, and he didn't stop playing with her because he was a girl. In this way, her character became a tomboy, and her hair was always short. In the community, you can often see a little girl following a certain little boy among a group of little boys, misbehaving with them.

It is not painful to give up someone who loves you very much. It is painful to give up someone who loves you very much. It is painful to fall in love with someone who does not love you. It is even more painful. If we are destined, time and space are not distance. If we are not destined, we will eventually get together and we will not be able to understand everything. Don't care too much about everything, let alone force it. Just let everything happen. Escape is not necessarily easier than facing, nor is it necessarily the most difficult. It is not painful to give up someone who loves you very much, but it is painful to give up someone you love very much. Falling in love with someone who doesn't love you is even more painful. If there is fate, time and space are not distance; if there is no fate, even if we meet together, we will not be able to understand each other. Don't care too much about everything, let alone force it, just let everything happen.

The complex world accommodates complex people, a vast sea of ​​people. I walked in it, recalling the water-like years... Maternal love is like water. How many times has my mother shed tears because of my poor performance, but I just stared blankly for a while, lost? I know that my mother is heartbroken, all because of me... How many times have I seen my mother's hair getting gray due to overwork, but I am indifferent and numb after the slightest bit of bitterness? How many flowers have fallen to the sound of wind and rain at night? Walking on the road of life, I don't know how many love affairs have fallen on the dead branches of graduation...

The classical view of love is that true love only happens once in a lifetime, while the modern view of love is that true love can happen at any time, and we cannot love just one person in our lives. To love only one person in your life, and to love until they grow old together until death, this kind of love cannot be said to be unavailable, but it is very rare. It is precisely because of its small number that it becomes valuable and is widely praised. Most dedicated love stories are tragedies, and one of the lovers passes away prematurely, because only death can make everything eternal.

The osmanthus tree remained, and the poplar trees in the yard were plowed. "As the pickaxe went deeper, their intertwined roots were exposed in front of people, and they could not be separated no matter how they tried. "It's really strange, the roots of the two trees grow together. "Many people were whispering. How did people know that in order to have each other, they have worked hard for more than ten years to become what they are now. Every time the pickaxe goes down, they are digging out their hearts! The moment the poplar fell, all the sweet-scented osmanthus fell to the ground, and there was a rain of sweet-scented osmanthus. A few days later, people were surprised to find that the osmanthus tree was dead and fell on the trunk of the poplar.

I have never understood how humans evolved from apes with their hands on the ground to humans with their hands free. Maybe it's to free up your hands to hold working tools, or maybe it's to make it easier to look up at the stars above? I prefer the latter answer, because I think people need something to look up to in their lives. My heart is a city, the smallest city. There is no chaotic market or many residents. It is deserted and deserted. The city of the heart is a besieged city. Some people desperately want to rush into the seemingly colorful city, while others are desperate to escape from the constraints of the city. Check it out and find nothing. He watched with cold eyes as these people came and went in a flash. In and out, in and out, his heart felt cold. Too cold to admit markets, residents, or other signs of life and activity. So, deserted, deserted. All that's left are memories and lingering warmth.

At the end of 1937, the sky in Nanjing was black with large patches of dark red. The crowing of cocks in the east turned into the roar of the devils, like the disgusting screams of demons. Blood-red bayonets cut across every inch of land, and evil spirits trampled on the lives of Chinese people. Corpses and skeletons, one after another, seemed to want to climb out of the huge mass grave and eat the little Japanese alive one by one... The top of the mountain, the top of the mountain. Finally, we arrived at the long-awaited top of the mountain. First of all, there was a temple. There were four kings with different facial expressions inside, each holding a weapon in their hands. It was really scary.

The author has a closeness and admiration for nature and life. He walked through the mountains and rivers in many places at home and abroad, touched the scenery, opened his heart sincerely, and let love flow out, through the mountains and rivers, clouds, trees, waves, moonlight, and village roads that he witnessed. In the whisper of love, he gently brought people out of the world's difficulties, confusion, helplessness, and loss, and brought people into a relaxed, fresh, and bright morning. In front of the natural landscape, the author was overwhelmed by nature's sincere feelings and colorful expressions. He wrote in delicate words how nature treats human beings with tenderness and kindness. Humanity's modern civilization continues to damage and devour nature. The author's words jump out of conceptualization, do not overlap other people's eyes, and show a literary feel in philosophical thinking.

"Floating Life and Leisure" collects a total of 40 prose works by the author in the past two years, divided into four small series, each series has 10 articles. "Country Sound" is a memorial and elegiac song for the loss of culture. From the perspective of childhood, it embodies a true and natural attitude towards life, with unfamiliar themes and processing methods, breaking away from the simple model of ordinary nostalgic texts, adding a sense of mystery and improving the reading value. "Time Projection" is a realistic version of the countryside, and it is also the projection of the countryside in the process of urbanization. The frustration and worry expressed in the invasion of modern civilization capture the pulse of the times and inspire more people to think extensively and deeply. "Floating Life and Leisurely Feelings" shows the author's understanding of life and life from another aspect. Several articles break through the traditional writing method, relying on the stream of consciousness in solid ontological events, and the writing style is humorous. Many articles in "Overpass Scenery" are based on rural education. Pay attention to reality and face some educational issues head-on. But there is no preaching, no conceptualization, but an artistic presentation.

A river no longer flows gurglingly, because it must have no happy songs in its heart. When a swallow no longer flies back to its old nest, it must be because its love is gone. A tree that no longer sends out green buds must be because it has lost the mood to sprout. Everyone has to experience various kinds of pain in their life. The years are full of wind and frost, ruthlessly exploiting everyone's simple happiness and joy; fate is a huge scissors, allowing us to shed our own blood in what we can't get and what we have lost. Therefore, we might as well learn to grasp our destiny, pick up these scissors, and cut ourselves a paper moon when there is no sun. When you encounter misunderstandings, learn to be calm with a clear heart; when illness accompanies you, let yourself take a good rest; when you are frustrated, give yourself some time to regroup; when suffering strikes, learn to encourage yourself with love, with beauty and tenacity in your heart, and you will have the courage to bloom in suffering. Cut out a paper moon for yourself! In this way, there will be bright and clear skies every day, and life will always be an excellent scenery!

The main contents of this book include: literature is not a "donkey skin drum", listening to Tolstoy talk about art, the feeling of standing fire, Pasternak's people and things, etc.

"Coldness of Dreams, Warmth of Success" selects nearly 100 inspirational essays about success and insights published by the author in newspapers and magazines across the country since 2007. Through one or two short and concise stories closely related to the theme of the article, the author truly reproduces the protagonist's path to success and how to achieve success. It educates both emotionally and rationally, giving people deep thoughts, reminding them of vigilance, and teaching them to forge ahead. It is an inspirational book that is particularly suitable to be placed on your pillow desk and is intended for universities, the workplace, and successful people.

The beauty of Xiyun's writing always makes people unable to put it down. There is a kind of desire to stop reading after reading. Each short story, each small philosophy, each touching family and inspirational story, all tell people the value and true meaning of love. "You Are Like a Wonderful Butterfly/Chinese Book and Literature Museum" collects the author's prose works published in recent years.

"Longtang Style" collects prose works written by Yu Xiaohong, including "The Expression of Yiyuan in Winter", "Longtang Style", "The Tailor Shop's Daughter", "Waiting for Cousin", "Three Treasures of Zengyuan", "Chasing the Fragrant Soul of Gloomy Resentment", " Who painted the portrait of Wang Shigu?", "Starting from Xu Yang's Album", "A Chance Encounter with the Hero Jin", "Zhang Daqian and Cao Datie", "Farmer Writer Gao Xiaosheng", "An Encounter with "Zhang Lingfu" in a Small Town", "Songs of Reminiscence", etc.

Books are human beings' mentors and friends. Having a good literary work and letting more readers understand it through your own interpretation is the story the book tells us. Mr. Luo Wenhua is a bibliophile, a reader, and an excellent writer of reading essays. His reading essays follow a lyrical approach and combine his own opinions to allow readers to enjoy the beauty of the text.

The author of this book, Ge Liping, was born in 1978 in Changshu, Jiangsu Province. He is good at prose writing. He has published more than 100 essays of various kinds in newspapers such as "Yuhua" and "Gusu Evening News". Many of his works have won various awards more than 30 times. Prose is the expression of true soul and emotion. Ge Liping's prose is simple and natural, and writes my heart with true feelings. Every article reveals respect for life and love for life, which makes people feel the same when reading it. The books are divided into four series: Life is like a flower, the second series is because of love, the third series is about people on the journey, and the fourth series is about the relationship between books and Buddha.

"Dancing with You" collects Zhang Xiaohui's prose works published in recent years, prose works that have won awards in literary competitions, and prose works that have been selected as test questions in relevant provincial, municipal, and college entrance examination papers. Including: The romantic moments in your life; Thank you for being as beautiful as ever; It's so good that you are here in this world; Just to meet you on the way.

Life is not a straight line, but like a tree, most of us must be transplanted before it can bloom. Only by breaking free from the shackles of the soul and breaking the bottlenecks in the heart can we pursue an indifferent and tranquil life; by untying the knots in the heart, we can release the inner depression. Winning and losing are just like the smoke of the past, fleeting. To pursue the freedom of the soul, you must open the window of your heart, let go of loneliness, and integrate yourself into the flow of people. In this complicated world, if you are tired, you might as well take a break.

I'm sorry, I don't know how to express my apology to you. Maybe the harm I have caused you cannot be expressed in one sentence, but now I can only say to you "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" I lit the candle, and the dim light of Ren Rudou spread freely but softly. I sat cross-legged casually, looking out the window, watching the yellow leaves swaying in the wind, sighing helplessly, and I couldn't help but feel resentful. Looking back, I suddenly realized that some people and things have been hidden behind the years and time, which are eternal and profound. A collection of short essays about youthful love.

The large passenger plane slowly slid into the tarmac, and Lan Lan, who was sitting on the plane, felt her heart throbbing. It was an indescribable yearning that had an indescribable origin. She looked out the window at Shanghai Pudong International Airport. This was her first business trip to Shanghai. When her boss sent her here, she had always been looking forward to it. This was why she wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to meet someone in Shanghai, someone she had known for two years and had always wanted to meet... He dragged her out and dragged her to the riverside, dragging her out to talk about all her depression. A collection of beautiful short stories filled with love and the fragrance of flowers.

Maybe God deliberately allows us to meet a few people who are not destined to be together before we meet the true love in life, so that we can learn to cherish this belated gift. As all impulses, passions, and romance disappear, your concern and concern for that person remain undiminished. That is love. Endless love stories.

You have always asked me to call you "eldest brother", and you have called me "girl". This has been the case for so many years. No matter where you are, your shadow will always follow me, just like the unchanging name between us. From beginning to end. The forgotten days seem to make people miss you even more. You still care about me meticulously, fearing that I will be wronged in the slightest. But I always feel that you are just carefully making up for the harm he caused me, that's all. You have changed a lot and become worried about gains and losses, but what remains unchanged is that you still call me "girl".

The blue petals are full of desire. The butterfly avoids the sun and flutters towards the blue of death, with its transparent wings flowing with seductive red! In the darkness, they were entangled with each other, lingering sadly. In an instant, the warm liquid began to spread, then dried up, and the strange blue color in the darkness began to dissolve into transparency...