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A story, a regret. A story, a memory.

A story is just a story, an ordinary person's extraordinary life and extraordinary experiences.

The rose is in full bloom. Touch its soft petals, gaze at its bright color, and smell its strong fragrance. You can't help but be confused by its appearance, but forget the tragic failure and desolation when the rose withers.

My autobiography, some thoughts from my senior year in high school

This is just a secret crush on the idea of ​​​​confidence

The real poverty does not mean the lack of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but living in a state of being unable to get what you want, being filled with desires, relying on fantasy to persist, only to be defeated by reality again and again. Even the love from father and mother that most people are born with is so longing for but out of reach. From the moment I was born, I was fighting against fate. It has been 35 years, but I still live so weakly. Reminds me of a passage I read before: If the heart has no place to rest, it will wander wherever it goes. Once a girl is raised poor, she will have lifelong consequences.

I read a passage a long time ago. The reason why you are confused and miserable now is simply because you read too little and think too much. This sentence made me wake up and established my attitude towards life - Tu Yi Lehe. What is the purpose of a person's life? Isn't it just a matter of fun? So what if we just muddle along? Does a person's value have to be measured by "success"? Can't little people be poor and happy? Abalone and bird's nest are certainly delicacies, but white porridge with vegetables also has a unique flavor. A cup of tea, a ray of warm sunshine, and someone who understands you. That's enough.

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The diary is still a dog-licking diary! For the girl I like, I bear the name of a licking dog and record my diary!

A story that only a few people can understand... Butterflies, girls, love letters, gifts, fools... Well, this is not a novel, is it an essay or prose? Whatever it is, I wrote it.

Running into walls again and again made me wish there was another me who could give me advice. One sentence every day comforts me, warms me, and guides me. Come on!

This is what I thought in high school: I will definitely not study college-related majors in college. But when I was filling out my application, I got nervous and decided to enroll in a new engineering major, with physics as a compulsory course. Nana was similar to me, she filled in a new major in liberal arts. We both often lamented that God was playing tricks on her. She shouldn't choose liberal arts and I shouldn't choose engineering. During the midterm exam of the first semester when I was studying physics, before my physics score came out, she chased me every day to ask about my score, euphemistically calling it: caring about my bestie. After class that day, I told her the teacher's exact words, and she said: "I don't think you are in your fifties, you should be in your twenties." Me:...... I made an appointment with her to save two yuan every day so that when I come home next time, I would have enough money to go out to eat hot pot together. The world is very complicated, but I'm glad that in front of some people I can still do whatever I want and still be a child.

The wind blows and the clouds leave no trace, but I want to pull surprises from life Hold the romance of the universe and cherish the daily life of the world

The sun rises all around, and maple leaves fill the sky. Under the sky, beside the hillside, a new coffin is laid in the ground, relatives and friends are silent, and thousands of tears are shed! (Note, this article only records the death of my dear grandfather, to express my thoughts and feelings)

I have long wanted to write an article related to it, and I finally did. Today is the day the cat comes to my house, I miss him

Although time flies by like water, the most unforgettable thing is always the memory deep in my memory!

Reality and youth hurt each other

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We started with hello, but ended with goodbye, and there is no more story... But I didn't even have time to meet you. I liked you very much, but it was short-lived. It's a pity...

Written in school on the night of March 21, 2021. Of little use. "Somewhat useful" At this moment, my deskmate woke up the dreamer with a word.

Mr. Lu Xun is talking about

For thousands of years, there have been many connections and connections. What is gone is irretrievable, leaving only sighs, lost in the torrent of water. We cannot judge right or wrong, we can only mourn for the deceased, grieve for his life, and grieve for his adult life.

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A short story about a boy and a girl

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What I feel about life, what I think about is the past, and I write a scrawled monologue. I just hope that my days alone can be full of stories and wine.

At the end of each chapter there is a text and everyone has a story.

Some words about life.

I felt so tired, so I sat quietly on the dormitory bed, and then, what did I want to write? So just write something.

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What happened when I was eighteen?

Don't put your arms down, put them up and run hard

I have some of my memories to share with you. The writing is not good, please forgive me (. ? ? ?.)

There will be no words left to write soon

Each article is a story I can't update it every day because inspiration doesn't come every day. Just treat it as a leisure time for everyone to watch.

A fool without a heart is super daring

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Later you forgot me I couldn't forget you afterwards. I'm waiting for you when the breeze blows.

I met my first part-time job when I was young and ignorant, and everything was so wonderful!

There are many interesting things that happened in high school that are worth recording: in those days, there was the pain of studying, the joy of getting a job, the hard work when participating in activities together, the regret when being criticized, and the pride for doing a small thing, etc.,, Now that I have graduated, I suddenly look back, and that person is there in the dim light. . .

The appearance of love is always elusive.

A short story

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