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People often talk about "self-confidence". Parents say that people must have self-confidence. Teachers also say that we must have self-confidence and encourage us all the time. However, it may not be that easy to cheer up a person with extremely low self-esteem and get him to return to study and work. The problem lies in not realizing one's own potential and failing to appreciate oneself well. When Yin Yin woke up in the morning, she found that she was living in Han's small house. Her efforts to remember felt like they were in vain. Not a trace of it expanded in her heart. Yin Yin did not eat the breakfast left by Han.

Childhood is like a colorful dream, full of joy and happiness, and like colorful shells on the beach, hiding my beautiful fantasies and pursuits. Now, as I pick up the shells one by one, the fun and vibrant drawings of my childhood are displayed in front of me one by one. Love is not complicated in the first place. It just comes and goes with just three words: "I love you", "I hate you", "Forget it", "Break up" and "I'm sorry". If you like someone, there will be no pain. Loving someone may involve long-lasting pain, but sometimes the happiness left behind is the greatest happiness in the world. But loneliness is not something you are born with, it starts from the moment you fall in love with that person.

Perhaps, you are the daughter of God, you are pure from beginning to end, like ice, like jade. When I see you, I always think of the little mermaid in the Danish fairy tale, the daughter of the sea. Could it be that you are their incarnation? Perhaps, you are a piece of silk and lightness under Weaver Girl's shuttle, so cute. I really want to pull your arm and whisper sweet words to you. I am in your arms, but I can't hold you. Are you really from Weaver Girl's slender fingers? We are in a vigorous age period and should not have \

On the first day, she didn't get up and covered herself tightly with the quilt. No one in her dormitory dared to comfort her. She didn't eat all day, and she didn't even brush her teeth and wash her face. When she went to bed at night, I heard her sobbing under the quilt. The next day, she ate today. Her dormitory classmates forced her to eat. Her eyes were red. I always said she was a crybaby, but she pouted every time and said she was not. On the third day, she dressed very coquettishly, walked into a bar, drank a lot of wine, and looked around the room with a very seductive look. Many people came up and said, "Miss, you are so beautiful." She drank a lot, and a man who was old enough to be her father said to her, " "Miss, I'll take you home." When she said, she poured all the wine in her hand on his face. When the damn old man raised his palm and was about to hit him, Xiao Mu and the others came and saved Lan. I knew all this, and I was watching from a corner of the bar. On the fourth day, she got up early, was busy all morning, and then locked herself in the bathroom for a long time. When her roommates kicked in the door, they all exclaimed: "It's so clean." On the fifth day, she started to study. In fact, she used to be very good at studying. After we started, her academic performance also declined due to my influence. This is good, she diverted her attention and recovered quickly.

In the eternal fantasy kingdom, there are beautiful buildings and jade buildings, small bridges and flowing water, chirping birds and insects, and the blurred water mist. In the kingdom of heaven, there are the purest flowers, the purest grass, the purest water; the one who smiles is the most holy heart, the most gorgeous white wings, the whitest clothes, the lightest body, the angel in my heart. Not polluted by the rain of the world, not buried by the trivial words of vulgar people, not covered by the beauty of flowers. Beautiful angel, do you really exist? It is the smoke and clouds in the sky that always block my pursuit, just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's once a year as difficult. Or are you, the elegant person, unwilling to meet the vulgar me? No matter what, I long for and look forward to wonderful adventures.

When we plant a fruit tree, we always think: "This is the best fruit tree in the world. It will bloom the most beautiful flowers and bear the sweetest fruits!" Similarly, when we start a job, we always think: "I am the best, and my work is also the best." However, when the fruit matures and falls, we should ask ourselves: "Is this the best?" The answer is often no, because: there is no best, only better! This is a kind of positive reflection. This kind of reflection is a kind of motivation to move forward, a kind of courage to face life directly, and a kind of wisdom to advance despite difficulties. It is this kind of positive reflection that makes our work "new, new, and new every day"! It is this kind of positive reflection that makes our lives better and better! It is this kind of positive reflection that makes our world more and more brilliant. Do you remember this concise and helpful sentence: There is no best, only better! Let it accompany you to the glory of your career!

Love is in this life, full of lovesickness. One sentence. "Love is the hard work of caring; love is the loneliness of missing; love is the joy of reunion; love is the happiness of embracing each other; love is the silent blessing of each other." Their love does not lie in "silent blessings to each other", but in staying together in this life. June is a season of blooming flowers, and the campus exudes the refreshing fragrance of flowers. After lunch, he brought a book and came to the Serenity Garden again. There was no one around, but there was an extra notebook on the garden stage. He didn't care at all, he just thought it was the note lost by some reckless girl. One day passed, two days passed, and on the third day, the notebook was still in its original position.

In this extremely noisy society, darkness seems to envelope everything. We are bound by the world and have no peace, and we have long forgotten the flashing neon lights. Buy a ticket. Check the ticket. Enter. Watch. Everything is so natural. Looking up, the twelve constellations in the universe appeared under the stars. The mighty Leo, the sweet Virgo, the cold Capricorn. They were ordinary stars in the sky, but they subtly established their lofty status in the minds of mankind. I used to be obsessed with my zodiac sign, fantasized about it, and believed it would be my guardian angel. But that is just his own illusion, the kind of deception that soothes the trauma of the soul.

If fraud happens to a specific person in a specific event, and the randomness is not enough to worry about, then planned and organized group fraud is worrisome. China's fraud phenomenon is also evolving from small-scale individual fraud to organized group fraud, from fraud by people in a certain industry to fraud by people from all walks of life. Do you know how serious fraud is in China? People cheat in all walks of life and at all ages; even children have learned how to bribe teachers and get other children to choose them as class president. Books such as "The Book of Deception", "How to Lie", and "Houhei Xue" can be seen everywhere on the streets. They blatantly teach readers how to cheat and play power. This shows the seriousness of fraud in China.

During the summer vacation when I was 18, I finished my college entrance examination. After six years of hard work, I was finally liberated. Some of my classmates and I decided to go on a trip. Xiaoliang is the cousin of one of my classmates. He is two years older than us and is in college. He also went with us that time. Along the way, we girls all felt that Xiaoliang had a good personality, was very lively and gentlemanly, and would take the initiative to help us take photos, pick up things, and so on. Xiaoliang loved chatting with me, but I didn't think much about it at the time. At the end of the trip, we exchanged contact information and made an appointment to hang out together in the future. We kept in touch frequently after that. Usually it's texting. At most, we send hundreds of text messages a day. He is older than me and I think his thinking is much more mature than mine. He is also very good at talking and can please girls. He and I gradually became friends.

This book contains a total of nineteen travel notes, which are realistic descriptions of scenic and holy places in Southeast Asia. Among them are the majestic Huangshan Mountain with cascading dangerous cliffs; the Yandang Mountain with its various peaks and rocks; the Mogan Mountain that is full of green bamboos to forget the hot summer; the West Lake that is always suitable for wearing light and heavy makeup; the Fuchun River with green water and green mountains;

The works collected in this book are mostly about flowers, plants, landscapes, customs, and customs, and there are also descriptions of new things, new construction, and happy life. The author's writing style is simple and natural, clear and beautiful, and has strong knowledge, which is deeply loved by readers.

This book contains thirty-five essays by Zhou Shojuan, including a general introduction to common flowers and fruits, and records of legends about flowers and fruits, the chants of ancient poets, and the achievements of working people. There are also proses about travel notes and descriptions of local customs.

Zhou Shojuan's writing style is simple and natural, clear and beautiful, and has strong knowledge, which is deeply loved by readers. Feel the poetry of life between the lines of flowers, plants and trees. The "Zhou Shoujuan's Self-edited Collection" series of books collects most of Mr. Zhou's representative works for the enjoyment of readers.

This book is a collection of prose works. The work records the author's thoughts and perceptions in his ordinary life. From his youth to his forties, he searches for another possibility of life through words in the step-by-step life trajectory. In the subtleties, he inquires about the true meaning of life and solves life's problems.

I started having this kind of dream a long time ago. It felt so far and so close, so familiar, but I couldn't see it clearly. I think everyone has some kind of familiarity in their subconscious, which is vague and unclear, and they can't figure out the mystery. I dreamed that my previous life was in an ancient dynasty. My father was an important political official in the court. I was the only daughter in the family. I lived a life of a young lady with no worries about food and clothing. There were many servants around me. Like other ladies, I was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I was beautiful. I was the apple of my father's eye, but I could not avoid becoming a victim of politics. Very early on, my father promised me to the son of a prince in the court. I felt impatient, but there was nothing I could do. The two families agreed to get married when I was 20 years old.

The sun was strong, the air was muggy, and the surroundings were quiet. The beads of sweat on the back of the driver's neck were shining brightly in the sun. The squeaking of the tricycle body and the panting of the driver intertwined into the only melody. With a few heavier bumps, the car turned the corner. I tightened my grip on the two large duffel bags next to me, feeling numb from having been in this position the whole way. The destination is vaguely ahead. Squint your eyes and see clearly. It's still the same as when you left, but I'm afraid things have changed.

She is a born optimist, laughing and joking all day long, without any formality. She has a good job, an enviable figure, and most importantly, she has a husband who loves her and a lovely son. She is heartless and a bit silly. She will not doubt anyone, and she is 120% confident about her husband. She won't peek at his text messages or eavesdrop on his phone calls. If he says he'll come back later, he'll come back later. If he says he's at a friend's house, he'll be at a friend's house. She won't think too much about it. I only know how to take good care of my children, do my housework well, and do my best in class.

I believe that everyone gets different things from the Internet. Some people use the Internet as a practical tool, some people use the Internet as a kind of sustenance, some people come to the Internet to seek entertainment after boredom and the excitement of games. Of course, there are also people who come to the Internet to find love, friends, and soulmates. Many people my age are obsessed with the Internet because of communication. Going online is all about finding yourself. All online chats and activities have become relished and never forgotten. Being appreciated by others, saying witty words and passionate words with friends, all of this is heart-warming, as if returning to the long-ago youth.

A faint sunset dyed the blue sky in the west red, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ancient archway, adding a bit of charm to Sioux City at dusk. There will always be people who are nostalgic for such beautiful scenery and don't want to leave, but there are also people who are leaving behind and it's hard to stay. In the wind, there are always moving stories circulating, like a sad song... Jie walked alone in Sioux City Middle School under the sunset. The campus was deserted. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around him, memories surged in like a tide. Every day is so ordinary, so peaceful, so boring. Even more so boring. Whenever a person calms down, whether sitting in front of the computer or lying in bed, he will think of many, many things...

Time is the stuff of life. We can exchange time for what we want. On the scale of time, life can be managed, improved, and some destiny can be changed. Which thing in the world is the longest and the shortest, the fastest and the slowest, the most divisible and the vastest, the least valued and the most regretted. Without it, nothing can be done. It destroys all small things and keeps all great things alive. In fact, it is not that my father has made progress, but that time has changed his spiritual quality. Before all the good things come, his soul first becomes beautiful.

I did not attend the scene in person and could not explore what the truth was, but I was really impressed by the light of humanity reflected in the two of them. When people are in crisis, they are willing to leave their hope of life to others. This is what we lack most now and is also the most touching flash of human nature. When our nobility is rubbed away bit by bit by the secular world, fortunately there is still beauty in the world to remind us that it is the selflessness of this world that moves us. The greatness and nobility of love allow us to get a little warm sunshine from our numb hearts. I wonder if a man can illuminate the world with his lover's eyes?

Human life is only once, and precisely because of its preciousness, how to make life meaningful has become a question that people have been discussing. In ancient times, a girl living alone in a boudoir had her destiny no longer in her hands from the moment she landed. Marrying, running a household, the same routine goes on. Is such a life meaningful? Nowadays, those powerful aristocratic families usually pave a golden road for their children, and it is enough for the children to just follow their parents' intentions. Is such a life meaningful? In the world of adults, there is a word called illegal. Some government officials accept money from others for personal gain. If caught, the consequences can be imagined. Some people hurt their enemies because of their impulse, but what are the consequences? Prison will accompany him for the rest of his life! How long is a life? Is such a life meaningful?

Summer is a sad season, especially in this lonely July. The wind blew through my hair and wiped away the sweat on my forehead. The cool feeling made me sober. I looked into the distance, watching the birds return and the clouds soothing and leaving. Never cut down a tree in winter. Never draw negative conclusions when you're moping around. Don't make important decisions when you are in a bad mood. Just wait patiently, winter will pass and spring will come again. "Why are some people able to see the bright side of life even if they lose their jobs, while others live in the darkness of unhappiness as adults? Seligman said that everyone has a happy "adjustment point." People can improve or destroy their happiness, but they cannot deviate too far from their "adjustment point" in either direction.

I like someone. I don't know how I noticed him, but for a while, I would always meet him. I would be very nervous when I saw him walking past me casually or appearing on the same occasion. Sitting in the reading room of the library, looking straight over, it was him again! Such a pair of shining eyes, malicious yet so handsome. I know that men should not win by their appearance, but I was really conquered by his appearance. Those eyes can see a person firmly without blinking. The black eyes are deep in color, but the white eyes are cruel, and the eyelashes have a shy meaning. He is so strange. I like him.

Every time I think of you, my heart aches! And I don't know when this pain will end? I don't know how long I will miss you and love you? No one can tell me and no one can decide for myself! I am willful, I am indulging my feelings, I am decadent, I am torturing my body and mind, I am punishing, punishing this love that should not exist! Love is a deep like, and like is a faint love. When love is close, it messes up the mood and weakens the mood. The story of love, the sadness of fading away. When the beauty left, I lost myself alone. Some fish have forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes, some birds have forgotten each other in the sky, and some people have forgotten each other in the world of mortals. Once you turn around, there will be a breakpoint in the relationship.

Confinement, only breathing intensifies! The blue light is a sinful look, containing flowing desires. The forgotten sadness begins to indulge in endless indulgence. The cold fingers traced the scar on the chest, and a faint purple color with the viscosity of blood spread around. Deep in sin, their souls mingle with each other. More severe tearing, profound pain, fragments eroded by time, washed and soaked by the raging liquid.

The weather today is very good, with clear skies and lush green leaves. The strong wind blows from time to time, blowing up sand and dust and hitting the face wildly, causing bursts of pain and astringency. Looking up at the sky, an unknown bird is flying freely and singing a song that I don't understand. I think how happy it is at this moment. I really want to fly with it and travel around the world without missing any floating dust in the world. Unfortunately, this is just a wish that can never be realized, just like the string of tears that a mermaid turns into to be with her beloved prince.

Childhood is a boat drifting in the ocean, carefree; it is a bird flying in the sky, free; in our poetic and dreamlike golden childhood, there are some happy things, interesting things, and some silly things. Look, isn't that just an ignorant and silly thing? Chicken soup for the soul that brings together childhood memories, youth insights and spiritual contracts.

It's not that I lower my head because of dislike; it's not that I avoid your eyes because of arrogance; it's not that I pass you by because of no chance... Whenever the afterglow of the sunset is about to dissipate, I look at the purple sky, and your shadow appears in my mind. You always like to walk quietly on the playground alone, walking silently around and around in the sunset with white clouds in the sky. I know that you are missing your hometown and your relatives, and I use the light of the evening to soothe the sorrows of your soul.

In ancient times, there was a very wealthy businessman who had six children in total: three sons and three daughters. This businessman was very wise. In order to educate his children, he never spared money and hired various teachers for them. His daughters are all beautiful, the younger one is especially outstanding. When she was a little girl, people called her Beauty, and the name stuck. Her two sisters were jealous of her. The little sister is not only more beautiful than the two older sisters, but also kinder. The sisters relied on their wealth and had a very arrogant attitude: they put on the airs of ladies and disdained to associate with the daughters of other merchants, but wanted people of noble family to keep them company. They go out to dance, watch plays, play and laugh at their little sister every day - she spends most of her time reading various useful books.

Who doesn't know how to treat yourself well? Who would treat themselves badly? However, my friend, don't forget that being kind to yourself does not mean indulging yourself, nor does it mean just having luxurious living conditions, nor does it mean being self-centered and selfish. In this way, are there many people in life who are grateful to me? Being kind to yourself is a way of self-release, self-regulation, and self-shaping, as well as a positive and healthy attitude towards life. So, what does it mean to be kind to yourself?

Different time, different people, only this broken piano remains the same. Dust covered everything, including the past that Sakura had always wanted to bury. I am originally a cloud, floating gently in the sky above the Wangyou River, with no worries or sorrows. After a heavy fog, I seemed to have fallen asleep. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a crystal clear lotus petal. The heavy fog made me change my appearance. I came from the clouds and landed on the petals of the green lotus, becoming a dewdrop on the green lotus. The green lotus is as gentle as water, with a faint fragrance, which makes me feel happy. From then on, the green lotus and I stayed together, watching the bright moon, stars, sunrise and sunset together. Her hands slowly slid over the keys, and the sweet sound filled the empty room. Every note struck her heart, and memories came flooding back to her, and she couldn't let them stop invading her.

The love that stays with us the longest, the love that we tend to ignore, the love that we take for granted, the love that never changes. This book is a collection of prose, with narration accompanied by records. The beautiful prose does not lose its philosophy. The stories carry real records. The lines are full of true feelings, reproducing the various loves, worries and insights we have as we grow up.

In life, there are always some touches that people will remember for a lifetime; there is always an unbearable pain that people will remember for a lifetime; there are always some regrets that are destined to be carried for a lifetime. Some scars, scratched on the hands, become a thing of the past after healing... Like thousands of unsolvable complexes, tightly entangled in the heart. People can survive in any environment, no matter the environment is good or bad. The more difficult the environment, the more alive the spirit is. That is a skill, especially for a person who wants to do big things and is not influenced by the environment.

When I was three years old, my parents died in a shipwreck. My brother and I depend on each other for life. Although life was difficult, I spent a happy childhood because of my brother's love. Unexpectedly, when I was twelve years old, a mining accident took away my only relative, and my brother also left me. At that time, my sister-in-law had just married into my family. Not long after, there was a matchmaker for my sister-in-law. The other person was a butcher whose wife had died. He came from a good family and was a strong man. My sister-in-law asked, "Can I take Kang Ming with me?" The matchmaker in red and green never came to the house again. After that, several other matchmakers came one after another, but my sister-in-law always had only one request, that she could take Kang Ming with me, otherwise she couldn't.

Patriotism is loyalty and love for the motherland. Throughout the dynasties, many people with lofty ideals have had strong thoughts of caring about the country and the people. They have taken national affairs as their own responsibility, served one after another, remained unyielding in the face of difficulties, defended the motherland, and cared about people's livelihood. This valuable spirit has enabled the Chinese nation to endure through disasters. The content of patriotism is very broad. Loving the mountains and rivers of the motherland, loving the history of the nation, caring about the fate of the motherland, fighting bravely in times of crisis, and sacrificing one's life for the motherland are all manifestations of patriotism. It is precisely because of their deep love for the motherland that the hard-working and intelligent Chinese people have jointly opened up a vast territory and created a splendid culture.

As the saying goes, "It is difficult to write about Ryuse, and life is useless if you don't travel to wild geese." Now, I am lucky enough to witness this natural scenery, and I am really excited! Climbing up the stairs, there are big green trees on both sides of the road, accompanied by a gentle breeze. It has always been said that Yandang Mountain has the reputation of "a famous mountain on the sea, the most beautiful in the world"! Don't believe it? Come along, let's go take a look and witness it with your own eyes. Yes, it is dominated by mountains, the scenery is formed by water, the mountains are animated by water, and the water turns with the mountains. There are nine streams converging on it. It is indeed a southern wild goose! Since there are crisscrossing streams, we can ride a bamboo raft and browse the beautiful scenery of water and mountains, which is really fun.

What is love? Love is a beautiful flower in the world. So, does love taste like that? Love has its own unique flavor. So, what does love taste like? In fact, only those who have truly experienced love can truly understand the taste of love... Some are sour, some are sweet... One day, he came out of the library with two big books under his arm. He wanted to find a classroom to read them quickly. On the school road, he saw the red figure that had been buried in his memory for a long time. Wearing a red coat, he still couldn't stop his coldness and rationality. He suddenly stopped and then hurried away. He felt her eyes shining sharply on his back. He didn't want her to see that there was a little tear in his eyes.

People's first foot steps out onto the sidewalk. Cars were still passing by one after another. People took another small tentative step. The flow of traffic blocked people's way forward, and the old man behind was still moving staggeringly. The child held his mother's hand tighter. The vehicle in front of him made him confused, and he only moved a little towards his mother. Father's backpack seemed to become heavier. He could not take the next step and could only wait. The young man stood at the front, like a suicide squad, taking a few strides to leap over a relatively gentle car. Finally, a row of people stood in the middle of the road. A large group of people were still waiting at the edge of the sidewalk. No one knew what they were waiting for, but they could only wait. The cars were still driving like that. No driver looked up at the traffic light, and no driver slowed down because of the crowd crossing the road. They sat calmly in the car, thinking about their journey.

A marriage for two people, a new house for three people, and a new marriage without a wedding bed and three people sleeping together. Before getting married, I knew that my husband's child from his ex-wife had a mood disorder. At that time, I didn't know much about the condition. Because my husband was a good man who was worthy of my life, I thought that as long as I was more tolerant and worked harder, I entered the marriage after weighing the balance. Before the marriage, my husband also said that he wanted to sleep with the child. He didn't think much about it at the time, thinking it was just before bedtime, or for a short period of time. Some people say that life is like a railway, waiting for the train to complete its journey. But I think that life is not as smooth and smooth as a railway. Instead, I feel that life is more like a train... Like a train that keeps moving, with an endless supply, waiting to complete the entire railway journey. Like a train turning a corner, facing the ever-changing scene until it reaches the end. Life is so simple and yet so complicated.

There are countless good books that I have read. The recent reading of "Journey to the Miao" made me understand what fantasy is. The fresh, concise, funny and touching language style unfolded a story of cultivation to me: "Li Qiang was originally from the earth, but due to unexpected events, he embarked on the road of cultivation. The magic weapon of the cultivation world made him ecstatic. The cultivators, immortals, loose immortals, and gods opened Li Qiang's eyes. Although there were many killings along the way, it was purely a pursuit of survival, forming a wandering journey.

This book describes inspirational and warm touching pictures through different love stories, and vividly expresses the beauty of human nature, the kindness of all things in the world, and the simplicity of change of heart. Every warm scene and every touching picture will bring endless imagination to readers, bringing everyone into a picture, so that great love can be nourished in everyone's heart, and the true meaning can be seen in the ordinary. The world is warm and cold, and the joys and sorrows are in the heart. Give readers the most real feelings and the most real emotions. Behind every touching story, there is the true feeling of each reader.

The weather has cleared up today, and it's Sunday again, so I'm in a good mood, which has swept away the gloomy mood of the past few days. I feel full of energy today. He and his former girlfriend would meet each other almost every few years, and recently, he met her again. He has changed a lot in the past few years, but she still looks so young. Two people who once deeply loved each other had nothing to say when they met, and no one wanted to mention the reason for their breakup. However, even though they didn't speak, there was still a hatred between them that time could not wash away.

There are only small differences between people, but this small difference often makes a huge difference! A small difference is whether the mentality is positive or negative, and a huge difference is success or failure. Happiness is a mental habit and a mental attitude. If you don't understand and practice it now, you will never realize it in the future. If you want to be happy, be happy, don't be happy "conditionally". Fools pursue happiness in distant places, but wise men plant it under their feet. The so-called happy people are not people in a certain situation, but people who hold a certain attitude.

If there is no love, then there will be no creation and no life in the world. Without women, the world would lose the carrier of beauty, and a happy life would be out of the question. Therefore, love is the mother of science, poetry, and all arts, and the existence of books is also the crystallization of love. There is a poem that says: There is no such thing as a beautiful woman. This refers to women in general. Yes, when a woman enters life, she is a beautiful scenery. I once naively thought that no matter how far the distance in time and space is, the relationship will be permanent, because there is no reason for love... Love cannot become a tie, so we must choose to let go and let each other out of each other's world calmly. When everything goes to the extreme, injuries will hurt. In fact, if you have loved each other, you will understand that too strong of each other's personalities will eventually be a shadow of living together. Yesterday's happiness has become a trace.

A person's disappointment may be due to his poor memory. He has forgotten, so he can betray his heart; it is not because he has betrayed his heart, that he has forgotten. He had not completely forgotten everything in the past, but his memory was so poor that the past events were no longer profound and were soon replaced by new memories. He could only remember the laughter of the new people and forget the smiling faces of the old people.

This is a true story that originated from a feeling... There was a boy and a girl. They met in a school outside an ancient city. They got to know each other until they became best friends. The girl's personality was very lively and slightly introverted. The boy has a moderate personality but likes to joke. He has a very special feeling when he is with a girl. But couldn't tell. It was a feeling I had never felt before. The boy didn't think about that and continued to finish his studies as usual, because the boy's family conditions were not very good. He doesn't want others to look down on him. The boy sees the girl's every move and remembers it in his heart. He always puts his emotions in his heart, but pretends to be indifferent on the surface. The boy always feels that the days are still very long and there is still time.

If I kneel down to beg you, can you look back at me again. If blood flows from my feet into a river, will you feel any heartache? If I sob and cry, will you have any pity. You smiled at her, your smile as warm as the brightest sunshine in winter. And those smiles are my faith in life. I stand under the cherry blossom tree and watch all the brilliance converge on you. You are riding bicycles on the road covered with phoenix trees. Through the car window, I see the fragments of sunlight shining on you. You won't look back and see me alone behind you. I lowered my head and urged the driver to drive faster, but I couldn't help but look back at you. She is the only one in your life and you will ignore everyone for her. And I am just an outsider, no matter how hard I try, I am still an outsider.