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This book contains prose and essays such as "Youth", "Remembering the Noble Person in Life", "The Distance", "Being a Normal Poet", "Don't Disturb If It's Not a Poetry", "That Poetic Ocean".

"Life Travel" collects 76 articles by the author. The writing style is vivid and humorous, and the emotions are simple and sincere. It shows the author's growth process and life history in more detail. It also describes the precious stories of the author's interactions with cultural celebrities, loved ones, relatives and friends. Since most of these events happened in a specific era in China, the stories and emotions reflected not only bear a distinct personal imprint, but also bear a strong imprint of the times. For example, the collection of articles such as "My Story with Books", "Mother" and "Mistakes in Life" reflect the profound conflicts caused in a Shanghai family during a specific period, and show the sincere confession of a young man at that time. "Ride with Oxen", "Stories on the Snow", "Lovers' Time and Space" and many other articles construct a distant and profound time and space of going to the mountains and countryside. When our eyes enter this time and space, we can glimpse the spiritual world and joys and sorrows of educated youth, and feel the deep footprints of the evolution of the times. "Swimming with Wang Meng" and "Mr. Xiaosheng, Blessed" etc. Show the fascinating spiritual outlook of some cultural celebrities from specific angles. "The Romantic Story", "Phoenix Flying from the Chicken Coop", "The Proposal on Marrying a Young Wife", etc., Reflect the various folk customs and customs in the ever-changing society. The selected articles have been published in major newspapers and periodicals across the country, and many articles have been reprinted many times.

Decipher the emotional codes from the plant world and pursue the poetry of life in the fragrance of vegetation. Xia Jianyong, Jia Mengwei, Zhai Yejun, and He Tongbin wholeheartedly recommend. Every plant and every tree is poetic. "Letters from Plants and Plants" is a collection of essays about plants. Some chapters have been published in magazines such as "Tianya" and "Zhongshan". The author is Zhang Yangyang, a young writer from Jiangsu. The book selects 56 common plants in daily life, such as green vegetables, leeks, bamboo shoots, lettuce, Chinese cabbage, Chinese cabbage, malan, radish, eggplant, wild rice, etc. The author uses delicate writing to recreate a plant world full of life, poetic space and authenticity for readers. In the author's writing about plants, the habits and characteristics of the plants themselves, the symbolic meaning given to plants in literary works, and the author's sincerity, together form the unique literary temperament and aesthetic character of the text.

This collection of essays contains more than 60 pieces of the author's works over the years, some of which are old works that have been published, and most of the articles are recent creations. The article contains not only the hardships of childhood, the fanaticism of educated youth, but also the hardships of being a soldier and the dangers of career. From different aspects, the work reflects the winding path the author has traveled, the ups and downs he has encountered, and the highlights somewhere in his life. The language of the work is fluent, exquisite and unique. It blends emotions with scenery, feelings with things, and objects to express aspirations. It expresses the author's true feelings, achieves the unity of objects and self, shows profound thoughts, has strong readability and many moving chapters. The author believes that the process of writing is the process of sorting out the branches of life and re-understanding oneself. On the journey of life, there are successes and failures, joys and sorrows. Those loneliness, loneliness, pain and struggles are all inevitable and indispensable condiments of life. In life, don't be troubled by right and wrong, don't be entangled in wealth and wealth, keep a normal heart, be kind to life, and be kind to yourself.

People live in time, space and relationships, and articles should also reflect people's cognition and understanding of time, space and relationships. This collection of essays is based on the author's life experience and feelings, and is divided into three themes: "That Time", "That Place", and "That Scene", which in turn express the perception of time, the experience of space, and the understanding of relationships; each theme is divided into four angles to ensure that the theme is relatively concentrated. Of course, the deconstruction of human existence is theoretical, and the three are inseparable in actual narrative. The basic pursuit of this book is to narrate a life experience three-dimensionally, express one's own experience and understanding of life events, and give readers a clear sense of theme and formative way of thinking. If it also has a bit of literary flavor, it is an unexpected surprise.

"Old Stories of Nanguanyintang" is a collection of fine local prose works created by the author in recent years. This book takes "countryside, nostalgia, and nostalgia" as its main theme and narrates many stories that emerge in rural life that make people think deeply. He also compiled more than 40 prose works into five short collections with nearly 200,000 words, including "Always treat the new home as the old home, and it is difficult to look back on the years", "A few wisps of nostalgia accompany the nostalgia, smell the fragrance of plum blossoms in the quiet place", "The deep feelings are hidden under Zhongyong Mountain, travelers talk about things", "Enlightenment of people understands everything, and the sound and color lock the study", "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the humble house is filled with beauty", with nearly 200,000 words, narrating the colorful rural life to readers. This book embodies many real stories that the author saw and heard when he experienced rural life. It takes traditional life culture and nostalgia culture as the main line of creation, and contains the author's thinking and the writer's sense of social responsibility. It makes people think about it and has endless aftertaste.

The sound of wind, rain, and falling snow blend into the world of heaven and earth, creating an ethereal realm of its own. Coming and going in the world of mortals, endless love is written, and love is hard to leave. All things in the world grow in an orderly manner, gather and disperse sometimes, keep the indifference and tranquility in your heart, and let it bloom and fade, and the clouds roll and relax...

Due to the life trajectory and living environment, the writing points of the articles in "Primary Colors" include the nostalgia caused by marrying far away, the feelings caused by the husband's family, things, and things: there is nostalgia for the old farming work and farming equipment, the love for the fragrance of the soil; there is the love for some special people-all the articles have a strong local flavor and full of true feelings.

The small ship in childhood memories keeps swaying in my heart, and the fragrance of green rapeseed wafts from the fragrant soil. During the journey, I enjoy visiting strange mountains and rivers, and appreciating the customs and customs... "A Tale of Two Cities" recalls a dusty past, staying in the beautiful passing years, and exploring all kinds of wonderful scenery in life.

The main contents of this book include: marriage is about daily necessities replacing passion, you should not indulge in love at an age when you are making money, understanding you is more important than loving you, this is what love should be like, etc.

"Walking on the Edge" is composed of four series, including "Long Songs and Short Sighs", "One Side of the Scenery", "A Romance of Life" and "Walking Between Books". It reflects the author's consideration of man and nature, man and society, and reveals his true love and compassion from the heart. In particular, the words included in the first volume "Long Songs and Short Sighs" and the second volume "One Side of the Scenery" are full of the author's deep feelings. The narratives, speculations, and chants all bear deep historical traces, heavy social power, and silent natural beauty.

Living poetically is the goal that people pursue, which is easier said than done. Because of the materialistic nature of modern society, poetry is gradually drifting away. People call for spiritual homes precisely because of the lack of poetry. Xia Zi's prose pays great attention to this aspect. Even when he went abroad, he paid attention to observations, recorded what he heard and felt, and called for the reconstruction of personality integrity and warmth in the world. "Living Poetically" is the display of the author's poetic life and the pursuit of his poetic life.

This book collects the author's short articles published in newspapers and magazines such as Yangtze Evening News, Modern Express, Cangwu Evening News, Essay Monthly, Selected Essays, and Cultural Monthly in the past ten years. It is divided into several parts such as reading, watching movies, playing, and food. There are no major issues discussed, they are all trivial matters in daily life that happen around me. They are all expressed by the author's feelings and dealt with in a single stroke. There is nothing profound about it. What he tells is all true and what he writes is true.

"Psychic Notes" is a collection of essays mainly about life, which pours out the author's deep love for his hometown. Whether he was in his hometown or a foreign land, he never forgot the roots of his life. The words have a burning imprint on the soul. The author's awareness of poverty and hardship gives his works an indelible brilliance. The author is a poet who uses poetic language to narrate and write real life. Whether it is memories, narratives or lyrics, it embodies the author's broad mind and sings an affectionate elegy for the lost life. "Mind Notes" has an aesthetic tendency, which is due to the clarity of the soul. The language of the works is simple, concise, beautiful, smooth and poetic. Every article can give people taste and perception.

Human beings are a process of continuous becoming toward themselves. This book "Western Window" is a record of this process. Therefore, the 38 essays in the book are not only my dedication to my mother, but also to my friends, and even more to the passing time; there are joy, tears, pain, gratitude, remembrance, confession, panic, and ridicule. If readers are in the mood to read on, they will see me and my relatives, friends, colleagues, and teachers, as well as many people who are unfamiliar to me and even stranger to you. They are the group of people we live with and live together. Compared with fiction, non-fiction is also a valuable narrative; in this sense, life bestows brilliance on prose.

"Peace of Mind is Home" is the inner sentiments written by the author Jiang Ling in more than 100 chapters, including "Peaceful Years", "Going Out", "Self-Knowledge", "Freeing the Soul", "Children at Home" and "Extreme Words". Between the lines, the beautiful vision of indifference and purity of heart is revealed, the love for hometown, the little gains in the growth of children and the admiration for truth, goodness and beauty everywhere in life. I believe that reading "Peace of Mind Is Home" will definitely give you some thoughts and you can also find the same feelings and experiences from it.

The beauty of life emanates from daily life, and the warmth of life is revealed in every little thing; simple narrative, broad realm, and different beautiful feelings; singing along the way, passing beauty, encountering bloom...

The ugly caterpillar forms a chrysalis and then emerges as a butterfly. It has to go through a heart-wrenching struggle before it can emerge from the cocoon. This is tempering, growth, and the price it has to pay to become a beautiful butterfly. If we want to realize our dreams and achieve success, why don't we have to go through some hardships? ! Each of the wonderful short chapters in "Emerging from the Cocoon" reveals the philosophy of life. Li Dongmei is good at writing big articles into small ones, and she is also good at writing small articles into big ones. This is all due to her skillful language skills and narrative style.

Beautiful words, delicate descriptions, and sincere emotions, seemingly inadvertent but able to discern subtle beauty. Life insights and historical chants reveal the unique perspective and feelings in the author's ingenious language, expressing the feelings and thinking of a literary man.

"Miscellaneous Peanut Tree\u002F Juyun Occasionally Picked Up Chen Wu's Essays" is a selection of prose essays by the writer Chen Wu. They are all accidental encounters in life, and they are told in a eloquent and genuine way. In "Miscellaneous Peanut Trees\u002FClouds Occasionally Picked Up Chen Wu's Essays", the author still focuses on the plants and trees in his hometown of Jiangsu. It not only provides fresh science popularization of botany, but also quotes a lot of classics, combined with folklore and his own childhood anecdotes.

The closest distance in the world is not before our eyes or an instant, nor an idea or an oath, but your and my hearts no matter where we drift. Because you know I love you. The wind will always stop where it is going. I only understood this after you left. After you left, a very small rain seemed to fall on the gray sky for a while, so light that it could almost fly. However, it didn't actually rain because no one used rain gear and the road wasn't wet. But there are only flying dust in the car lights, they are at ease and there is no danger.

If you want to get the sanctity of love given to you by angels, you must grasp the truth that cannot be delivered. Everyone says that the fate of two people is destined before they are born. They are tied by a firm red thread and no one can run away. But the most important thing is to grasp your own love, grasp the love that will break as soon as you touch it with your hands. Only by grasping it can you have the opportunity to be together. There is nothing impossible in this world, as long as If you don't fight hard, if you don't work hard, there are many examples in the world where love will fall apart if you are not sure of it. But I believe that if you are not sure of the person you love, don't cry because of it. When this love that can never be sewn together falls deep into your heart, the next love will be the most beautiful love in your life!

Some things are too beautiful to hold in your hands, and some emotions are too real to be as gentle as the breeze. Only reincarnation continues to turn, the sun rises and the moon sets, the grass and trees wither. Who said: Time is still there, but we are flying by. If there is reincarnation in the next life, I don't want to be a woman anymore. What I hope most is that I am a plant, staying quietly in one place, not going anywhere, unable to go anywhere, just waiting to die and welcome the next reincarnation. When I opened my eyes, warm light slanted from the skylight. I stretched out a hand to half-cover my eyes, slowly welcoming the sun's wash on me. So I stood up, walked under the skylight, opened my arms and let the sunshine warm me. The hug I had longed for for a long time was played out in this scene.

Loneliness is not something you are born with, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone else. If you like someone, there will be no pain. Loving someone may cause long-term pain, but the happiness they give me is also the greatest happiness in the world. In most of our lives, commitment is synonymous with bondage, but we yearn for bondage. Love is its own perfection, I no longer lack anything. Love is also an invention that needs constant improvement. However, this invention is different from other inventions. It has no patent rights and can be snatched away by others at any time. The greatest act of secret love is to fulfill it. You don't love me, but I will help you. True secret love is a lifelong career, don't give up just because he is far away from you. If you don't have this kind of sentiment, don't talk about secret love lightly. Love has always been a matter of thousands of twists and turns. How can you know how to love someone who has never been abandoned or hurt? Love turns out to be an experience, I hope it lasts forever.

The dazzling Internet is a transcendent world for people to enjoy, but some people say it is a "Pandora's Box" full of evil, terror and curses. The Internet has turned the world into a global village, narrowing the distance between people, but it may also form a new barrier to communication between people. It's virtual and real, it's a whole new world. Perhaps, while enjoying the great convenience it brings, we must also realize that we are strangers in this world. We must open our eyes to see clearly the mountains and ditches here, feel the longitude and latitude here, and then learn to walk here.

Happiness is not a few wisps of haze, or a dream separated by clouds and mountains. He is wrapped around your fingers, by your side, as light as silent; floating in the lake of your heart, as if it is tasteless. It only lasts for a short moment. Happiness is a feeling. If you feel it, you have it. Cherish what you have, and you will be the happiest person. My happiness is my decision! Xiaoqian will think, my next life is here, and where will you be? The rest is to shed tears. The tears in the water are mixed with the water as soon as they come out. Therefore, other fish do not know that Xiaoqian is crying, and they do not know what tears are. Instead, they think she is arrogant and difficult to approach.

The world is meaningless, and living is just giving yourself the vicissitudes of life. Someone once said: "People should enjoy success and endure failure!" I know that this is an optimistic person's view of life, but I have nothing. The pale memories of childhood make me somewhat sentimental. Watching "CHEER UP" on the screen of my mobile phone keep beating, it makes me feel powerless. Dad called me and asked me if I wanted to repeat the study! I know that he doesn't want to admit that this is the disappointment handed over to him by the son he has always been proud of. I really don't want to read it again. I don't want to try that kind of feeling again. Real! ! !

Expedition is a heroic and tragic term. Each of the strong souls protected by Senhan's armor marched forward majesticly with soaring heroic spirit. They slaughtered under the silver moon, roared in the fire, fought for their beliefs with their shining silver knives, and used their blood to pay tribute to those restless souls. It is difficult for ordinary people to escape the turmoil of passage of time and changes in things and people. In fact, if you think about it carefully, things change and spring and winter return to the original laws of nature. The flowers are delicate in spring, the leaves are luxuriant in summer, the moon is like water in autumn, and in winter there are plum blossoms flying in the snow and the mountains dancing silvery and majestic. Nature is in motion all the time, and the sky and the sky are constantly changing in response to the ever-changing changes. What about humans? Life is like a tree, it is green when it grows, it is bright red when it matures, and who says there is no poetry-like brilliance in the withered yellow when it is at zero? There is no need to be proud in the spring breeze, no need to feel sorry for yourself under the autumn moon, and no need to step on the winter snow and sigh in vain.

True love has always been crazy, blazing, intense, blind, and even extreme. Because they are young, they look forward to love, eager for love, and boldly pursue love - they have their own way of expression! There is no right or wrong way to be young, the choice is just for love! But no matter what your true love is, whether you are on campus at this moment or have left, this story will give you a dream that is or has gone far away, allowing you to reminisce about this moment and look back on the past in their stories! Possession is already a huge blessing. Even if you have never experienced it, you can feel the same as me and relive a love at the beginning of the century...

Youth, hovering on the edge of maturity. A pair of wings rub against the boundary of maturity, and ruthless maturity swallows flames. Who gets through smoothly, and who's wings are burned, falling into endless depravity, and being submerged in the bottomless sea of ​​gray. Once upon a time, each of our left hands held each other's right hand tightly, and we just had fun on campus boldly; once, we held each other's backs, just back to back, dreaming about the future. I once believed that even if our shadows were framed in elementary school graduation photos, everyone would break out of the box and warm each other's memories with our true bodies.

Another year has passed, and now it is autumn. Autumn nights are different from summer nights. A cool breeze touches the skin, and the streets are surrounded by barbecue shops. It makes people feel longing. It's weird... I will wait for you here. Until you come to this small room, I will... Waiting for the day when you come here, I need you to accompany me on a lonely night so that I won't be lonely; I need you to accompany me on a rainy day so that I won't be desolate; I need you to accompany me on a busy street so that I won't be tired; I need you to accompany me when I am alone to be perfect. The song below is what I send to you. I hope you will cherish it, but it will be slower, so you have to wait slowly...

When I turn on my computer, I always like to click into the space inadvertently. Just like a habit, maybe an expectation. Perhaps, it was a temptation, but I was still willing or could not wait to accept its temptation. Wandering in this world that belongs to me, there seems to be a lot to say. But I don't know where to start, so leave something behind in such a mess! About reincarnation, about life. Maybe I don't believe in reincarnation, but I foolishly weave one, just like I don't believe in destiny, but I fall in love with this word crazily. Is it destined that there is a little woman standing in a corner waiting for a story about reincarnation? Just like waiting for some dark blue dreamlike fairy tale. It's like being crazy, like a dream, and also like being drunk...

I was roaming freely in the star-studded universe, and suddenly a burst of beautiful music came from a distance. I looked for the reputation, and what I saw was a splendid palace with golden walls, with five powerful characters engraved on it - "Stars Club". It was so lively inside! Even if it rains, we have to move forward. After many twists and turns, we vow not to look back and let time drift like this. Even the lightning and thunder must go away. No matter how high the waves are, we are not afraid of being submerged. We must hold on to the sky forever like a giant. What a wind! Blow quietly and let all sins disappear with the wind. This rain! Let it rain as much as you want and let all the memories flow with the rain...

Every girl has a beautiful wish in her heart, about the future, about the girl in her heart. They hope that they can experience a vigorous romantic love, and hope that they can find a prince who will love them for the rest of their lives. But as everyone knows, love requires not only fate, but also knowing how to love and how to maintain love... Standing on the bustling urban street, facing the passers-by, I am as small as a grain of sand. , I wonder if there is room for the little me in this crowded city; when I am in a noisy restaurant, facing the laughter and laughter, I am like the sea water, unable to stir up a single wave. I wonder if there are rocks in this noisy city that can make me full of passion; when I am in the chaotic train station, watching the travelers passing by one after another, I watch with cold eyes, wondering if there is room for the next little me in this tense city.

Many times we like a certain song and are even willing to listen to it over and over again, not because of how perfect its rhythm and soundtrack are, nor how novel its style is, but because of the feeling it gives us. It may sing the truest version of us at a certain moment, the truest mood, and the words buried deep in my heart that I want to say but never say out loud... "What would happen if we continued to love a long time ago..." Jane Zhang sings over and over again in the MP3, as if there is a voice in her heart asking herself over and over again: What will happen if we continue to love...

There is a special kind of dandelion growing in the desert on the east coast of the Mediterranean. It does not stretch its life according to the routine. If there is no rain, they will never germinate or bloom in their lifetime. But as long as there is a light rain, no matter when it falls, they will seize this rare opportunity to germinate and bloom quickly, and seize the time to complete seeding and propagation before the rain evaporates. The king fish has the ability to attract some smaller animals to stick to its body, and then slowly absorb them into a kind of scale on its body. In fact, it is not a scale, but an appendage. When a kingfish has this appendage, it will be at least four times larger than a kingfish without scales.

Turning around, I met you, as familiar as I have known you for a thousand years, no strangers, no barriers. The scars of the past have become invisible, and I throw myself into your arms with my brightest smile. Don't think about anything anymore. In your boundless love, it's like you've never been hurt. Love with all your strength. As a result, I began to believe that all accidents in the world were intentional arrangements by God. Today's pain is a rehearsal for tomorrow's happiness. Turn around, the peak of happiness. Turn around and embrace the future with a smile.

Finally, Xia left with my deep attachment, before I could say: Bye-Bye. I was a little confused, as if I had lost something, but I didn't know exactly what I had lost. Fallen leaves. Bits and pieces of history are like the sand and shells scattered on the huge beach. We walked quietly and looked at these crystal precious treasures greedily. Sometimes we picked up one or two shells that touched our hearts. With a feeling of love and gratitude, we collected them as a souvenir. Some people collect different samples from various sections of the Yellow River to commemorate the ancestors who created the splendid Chinese culture; some people travel abroad and still carry soil with them to commemorate their motherland; and we, in the drizzle of Qingming Festival, always bring longing to commemorate the martyrs who gave their lives for our happiness. With gratitude and faith, I picked up a few shells on the beach and kept them in my body to commemorate history. I was ready to create the future.

The past is unforgettable, otherwise. Why the songs of time can easily untie the entangled past. Time rushes towards tomorrow without hesitation, but those old songs and stories become more and more new one night. The fragrance lingering on your lips and teeth feels like drinking a bottle of red wine that has been sealed for a long time. Nostalgia has become popular. The raindrops were floating in a line, and the noisy streets had never been so quiet. People were hiding in the shops on the street. Only a girl named Feng ran in the rain. She couldn't see the road or distinguish everything, but her body was constantly stung by the rain. She ran out of the street and the city.

How many rare treasures are there on the moon? How high is the temperature on Mars? How much atomic energy can one get from the sun? No one can answer these questions with certainty today. When a person has good wishes, he will not only be greeted with joy and hope, but also faced with many difficulties and dangers. Being an astronaut is not that easy, nor is it as simple as making a model airplane. An astronaut must have profound knowledge, understand complex mathematical calculations, and understand the temper of the sky.

Some ordinary love is always ignored by the soul that longs for passion and romance. Love has never had a fixed pattern in the many insignificant actions he makes because of you. As long as love is there, it can be in any ordinary form. Flowers and romance are just superficial embellishments floating on the surface of life. Below them is our life. Once a woman makes up her mind to do something for the man she loves, that kind of perseverance is terrifying. Seeing herself losing weight day by day, she felt that she was becoming more and more confident in her life. Every time she passed by him and saw the surprise in his eyes, she could feel the pleasure of success. Was it the surprise caused by his own changes?

What is holiness? Is it a pure white paradise? Is it the other side of dreams? Or the unspeakable temple of the soul? Before I saw the Potala Palace, I thought this: the Potala Palace is a treasury filled with gold and gorgeous jewelry. When I saw the Potala Palace, my thoughts were too superficial and insignificant. I never had a boyfriend until I graduated from college. It's not that I'm ugly, there are girls who are ten times uglier than me. It's not that no one wants me, it's that I didn't give others a chance. I don't know what is the worst thing a man can say to a woman, but I know that all the men who have been ignored by me must have said it. It doesn't matter what they call me, they can't call me "a broken shoe" anyway - because they don't even have the opportunity to take advantage of me.

A true warrior dares to face the bleak life and the dripping blood. We may not necessarily be real warriors, but we still have to face the bleak life. However, the key to whether we can become a true "warrior" lies in whether we can keep a clear mind when faced with "misfortune" or whether we can use that "magnifying glass". We will encounter setbacks, big and small, and we must face setbacks that we cannot do and must not do. Like Ah Q, we can imagine slapping ourselves in the mouth wildly and feel the same pleasure as beating others. But we must work hard to learn to be like a "warrior" in the face of setbacks, not bowing down, not giving up, not surrendering, not being tireless, and fighting it tenaciously to the end. If you cannot achieve the "warrior state", you must also learn to take a deep breath, relax your mind, and mentally downplay the setbacks.

When I look on coldly, life is a blue chrysalis; when I embrace you passionately, life is a golden butterfly. The process of breaking out of the cocoon is also a process of emotional change and a process of getting closer to the world. See the world with the eyes of love, I am so beautiful too! The girl is about to enter her second year of high school, and the school requires her to choose subjects. The girl's grades are good and she has no problem choosing politics or physics. However, there is no "problem" that is the most difficult big question to choose. Have you really grown up? Did my attachment to my father really diminish as I grew older?

I love you... I am willing to give up everything - including you - for your happiness. Disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness. It is because of expectations that one is disappointed. Because there is love, there will be expectations, so even if you are disappointed, it is still a kind of happiness, although this kind of happiness is a bit painful. The saddest distance in the world is when two people were originally far apart and didn't know each other. Suddenly one day, they met and fell in love, and the distance became very close. Then one day, they no longer loved each other, and the two people who were so close became far apart, even farther than before. Love makes people forget time, and time makes people forget love. Loneliness is not something you are born with, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone.

There is too much bitterness, too much pain, too much. We can't join hands, we can't side by side, we can't go on together. With tears in my eyes, I say to you: How great it would be if we could go back to the time when we met! Three years, more than a thousand days and nights, we have been together day and night. How can we let go of each other when we say it, how can we break up when we say it, how can we forget it when we say it? Therefore, when that day comes, I will probably feel infinite sadness. But I won't cry, at least I won't cry in front of you, because all I want to leave you is a smiling face, just those beautiful memories, just that little exaggerated me, so brilliant, so satisfied, because you are by my side. So, please don't cry, my friend, let us face it with a smile and leave the best memories.

Before going to bed every day, the girl would turn off her mobile phone and then put it in front of her photo frame on her desk. This habit has been maintained since she bought the mobile phone. A girl has a very good boyfriend. When they don't see each other, they make phone calls or send text messages. Everyone likes this method of contact. One night, the boy missed the girl very much, so he called her but turned off the phone because the girl had already fallen asleep. The next day, the boy said to the girl: "Don't turn off the phone at night, okay? I miss you when I can't find you, and I feel uneasy." From then on, the girl started another habit - not turning off the phone all night long. Because she was afraid that she would die of sleep and not hear him when he called, the girl was very alert every night, and she became thinner day by day. However, slowly, a rift developed between the two people.

My blue skirt was fluttering in the wind, and my heart melted with melancholy. After going to college, the color of the sky seems to have become bluer than before. Outside the dormitory window is a street full of ginkgo trees. In the morning, many golden leaves will fall on the balcony. At that time, I was eighteen years old, a girl who liked ginkgo trees, blue skirts, and often sat on the balcony reading novels. I often go to the supermarket outside with my companions to buy 950ml milk and beautiful plums in paper bags, and then eat ice cream while kicking yellow leaves through the streets at dusk. Because I was determined to be a casual person, I lived a life of doing nothing while studying, and my heart was often filled with inexplicable sadness.

The color of youth moistens the earth, but the trees without love bear fruits without love. In that fleeting moment, the beauty and the ugliness are all gathered together, as if they are the sky, the earth, flowers and trees. It is no longer a miracle for everyone to see it, and for everyone to appreciate it. All of it has been very long, old and distressed. Outside the window, it's snowing again, and the snowflakes are falling down one by one, silently covering the little life on the lawn that doesn't grow with time. The world is quiet, go to sleep, because winter has arrived.