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A Friend from Junior High School
I met Shishi when we were divided into classes at the opening ceremony of junior high school. Unexpectedly, we were in the same middle school again, but not in the same class. Why did I never hear Shishi say that she was also going to transfer before I transferred to elementary school?
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I Dance Alone in the Breeze
However, over the years, I fell in love with admiring the beauty of a flower blooming. In loneliness, I kissed the pride of this flower; in quiet dreams, I danced alone in the breeze, and couldn't help but fall in love with the world of listening to a flower blooming!
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A Book That Can Never Be Finished or Finished
Youth is a book that can never be finished. Doesn't it record something precious? For me, it's just asking silly questions and recording some memories of laughter.
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Watch the Tide Come and Go
In the vast sea of people, watching the tide come and go, recalling yesterday and today, cherishing the fate that comes and goes, it seems like returning to the past. The past self may have made today's history
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Good Stories Are as Good as Old Songs
No matter how good the old songs are, there will be times when you get tired of listening to them; no matter how priceless your friendship is, there will be times when you lose it and fall out; no matter how many friends you have, there will still be gatherings where you don't see each other or communicate with each other. Perhaps, everyone's life is either one of joys and sorrows or ups and downs. Either lovers get married or singles pursue ordinary dreams.
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One Side and Two Sides Are Wide
The two sides are wider than each other, and the road has gone back and forth for ten years. Little did they know, we met so late that we regretted each other; the autumn wind actually brought up the reappearance of yesterday, and it was like a dream, and the flying flowers missed each other month after month.
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That's Just Something on My Mind
You can't see whether the dream behind my thoughts is good or bad, round or missing; it's just me, a thought, a silent monologue of a lonely soul.
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Walking Around the Tourist Attractions at Home
In the morning, I opened my sleepy and confused eyes and slowly opened the curtains. The sunlight outside the window was particularly dazzling, but it seemed like it had rained, just when I was sleeping like a thunderbolt!
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