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With tears

My sister was engaged, and I fell in love. On the phone, I held back my tears to congratulate her. I could imagine my sister’s happy little woman, just like me at the beginning. Now it seems that it is really a satire. Astringent first love, a beautiful mistake I fell in love with you in the second year of junior high school. It was my first love. At that time, you also liked me. I would rather believe that this was a very simple love, beautiful and innocent, just like crystal. But if time can go back, I hope I have never met you, because this is the beginning that makes me hopeless. We went to the same school in senior high school. The difference was that we chose science and liberal arts, which made us estranged from each other. Therefore, our world changed a lot. Time really has too much magic. Maybe you have stopped loving me since high school, but I am still waiting persistently and cautiously. In the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, I missed you crazily. I thought of crying and slept when I was tired of crying. I dare not inquire about your news, afraid of disappointment, and would rather live with a stupid fantasy. Maybe it was God who pitied me, a little girl who was crazy about love. We were admitted to the same city in college. Although we were not in the same school, we were not far away from each other. At this time, I had to believe in fate. I decided to be brave for my love. I contacted you on my own initiative. Hearing your familiar voice on the phone, I also heard my heartbeat, which was even more moved by joy. However, from your QQ space, I saw another woman, the beautiful woman you love deeply. At that moment, I was so desperate. After several struggles, I finally decided to let go and no longer stick to the persistence for many years. I cried, I really cried for you. Tell yourself that in this life, we are destined to be two parallel lines, and there will be no intersection. The pain is to the extreme, do you still want to continue to love? Just when I was about to forget your special identity for me, you asked for our love to come back. I am not stupid and I am not stupid either. I know that you just fell out of love and haven’t walked out of the shadow of falling out of love. Maybe you just borrowed me to heal your wounds. I understand that even if the ending is not what I want. But still willing to fly moths to the fire. This love, which was wrong in my heart from the beginning, was wrongly carried on my shoulder. I ignored my endurance and finally only made myself scarred. . Because I love you so much, I don’t ask you too much. Even if your boyfriend doesn’t fulfill his obligations, I don’t blame you too much. When we were in love, her photos were still kept in your space encryption album, and my photos were defined as classmates by you, and my sweet message to you, you deleted it without mercy. I don’t know what you are escaping from. Don’t you know this is a serious harm to me? But you still don’t want to let go of any chance to stab me, and the wound is undisguised. Our relationship is not happy. I comfort myself again and again. Maybe if you stick to it, you will fall in love with me again. But facts proved that I was too naive. We are not like any lovers who make several phone calls and N text messages a day; The movies worth watching will spend two hours in the lovers box; Some representative festivals will go to romance together. None of these have happened. You have been perfunctory with us for six years and old wives over and over again. I don’t want to argue anything, and I’m afraid it will bring you burden. I never thought that I would fall in love with someone so humbly. You don’t love me at all. I have been living in my imagination. This is not love. Love should not be paid unilaterally. I can’t accommodate myself any more, otherwise, I will only be bloody in this relationship. Dignity of love Decide to break up, or hope to ask you the last question whether you love me or not? Than ever. Oh, thank you for your honesty, but you must admit that these two words are like sharp knives passing through your heart fiercely, bloody. The pain was so painful that I was about to suffocate. This pain was like scraping the bone to heal the wound, not because of separation, but because of sadness. The man I loved for six years finally cheated me. He didn’t love me, but made me sink deeper and deeper in this emotional whirlpool, unable to help myself. A few days after breaking up, I lived like a walking corpse. I was so heartbroken that I was going to die, but I still smiled heartily. Now I finally realize that love is not the necessity of life, dignity is! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. 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[Introduction] search all the way, search all the way, drill all the way forward. The branch hooked the hair, causing pain. Thorns pierced through clothes to the back, legs and even any part of the body, making people grinning like needles. Spring is coming and everything recovers. The small trees sprouted, and the grass was green. All kinds of flowers set off by the green trees decorated the hills in front of the door with colorful flowers and excitement. The hill is not high, but it is my childhood paradise. In spring, we went up the mountain to enjoy the delicate and charming wild azalea; After the summer rain, we followed our mother to pick the wild mushroom under the red bayberry tree which just opened the umbrella; In autumn, we climbed up the tree and ate the sour and sweet oranges and loquat, when my stomach was full, I still had to fill up a bag to go home; In winter, I carried a small bamboo basket, carried a bamboo plough, went up the mountain to collect pine needles and pick pine nuts, which were the most popular firewood at the head of the kitchen. When I grew up, I went to the city. The Hill in my hometown was still the place I dreamed. I miss every tree, every stone, and every path on that mountain. Every time I went home, I always took my daughter’s little hand to walk the winding mountain road and blow the Wild Wind in the mountain. Pick a dandelion on the roadside, blow a breath gently, and see the white umbrella swirling towards the distance under the escort of the mountain wind. April is the season for picking tea in my hometown, and also the peak season for growing ferns and wild bamboo shoots. During the tea season, my mother always takes time out of her busy schedule and goes into the dense wild bamboo forest on the mountain, searching for the small bamboo shoots that just came out, and the wild Bracken with hair rolled, so as to give us a toothpick sacrifice for those who seldom go home. Bamboo shoots, Bracken, shepherd’s purse and Malan head are our favorite and favorite country dishes since we were young. Finally, there is a chance that we will go up the mountain to pick up the bamboo shoots in person! Quickly dress up! Mother’s tattered clothes were our work clothes. She wore old sneakers and rushed to the hillside excitedly under the leadership of her father. After walking through terraces planted with fruit trees and flowers and trees layer by layer, we came to the shrub belt on the top of the mountain, where was the paradise of small bamboo shoots. In the forest, wild bamboos and bushes are mixed with each other, growing in a mixed way, like a dense low wall, which makes people unable to get down and have no gaps to drill. Under the call of the delicious bamboo shoots, we still make a determined effort, tighten our necks, bend down and squint (otherwise, the treetop will scratch your eyeballs accidentally), his hands pushed aside the branch of the passageway, and his feet on the raised tree pole, like a dog covered with dust, struggling to drill into it. It is not easy to find slender bamboo shoots in the withered branches and fallen leaves everywhere. Sometimes, their pointed little heads just exposed to the ground are only one or two inches long, so it is hard to find them without careful searching. The best way is to squat down and let your eyes shoot over the ground like a searchlight. When you find a small bamboo shoot, don’t pull it out and leave, because other brothers and sisters are often hidden beside it. Sometimes, you can even happily find that there is still a small bamboo shoot under the slightly tilted dead leaves. It is like a shy little bride, half lifting the Red Cap secretly, quietly looking at the world in front of us. The bamboo shoot is very short, but I can make it shorter and longer, dig the floating soil and rotten leaves on it, reveal a slightly White and thicker root, hold it tightly, shake it left, swing it right, gently lift up, Ah! Small bamboo shoots can become longer than inch in an instant. Search all the way, search all the way, drill all the way forward. The branch hooked the hair, causing pain. Thorns pierced through clothes to the back, legs and even any part of the body, making people grinning like needles. I don’t know when the red bars on the back of my hand and arms have been scratched. They are itchy with a little stabbing pain. However, all these difficulties cannot stop our enthusiasm for pursuing little bamboo shoots. Go home from the mountain, move a low stool and sit around the eaves of the corridor, peeling the shell of bamboo shoots. Take advantage of the freshness, stir-fry small bamboo shoots with pickles, or steam a bowl of minced meat bamboo shoots in a rice cooker. When the heat was rising, I picked up a chopstick and put it into my mouth. That fresh one and that fragrance are the most beautiful memories in my life. The hills in my hometown are evergreen all the year round, and flowers bloom frequently. The hills in my hometown have nurtured generations of hardworking and plain peasant children. They are just like the seeds of dandelion, floating around to take root, but their hearts are always toward their hometown. 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Autumn

I stood high and looked towards the southeast, thinking that you were in that direction. Listening to your voice, wandering in my heart, looking for it in my dream, your miss. The voice in the dream is so beautiful, the breeze on the high place has your smell. Looking at the distance, thousands of lights, is there one that belongs to you and me? What are you doing now? Do you miss each other like me? Thinking about your beauty, your gentleness, your long hair and the smell of your breath. I stood high and looked towards the southeast, because you were in that direction. My heart is pale with a haggard heart, a tired body, gloomy weather and no sunshine. The roar of the machine is gone. I can’t smell the fresh air. I am looking for a voice, working hard for life. God, God, why there are so many troubles. God, God, that care, that don’t give up. Distant direction, distant direction, your voice. Distant direction, distant direction, your beauty. I think of your appearance again and again. I dreamed of your words again and again. I saw a tired body, a tired heart. Night thinking looks at the distance, with some red light, that is the sun that has not fallen down. It shines on this land, with some attachment and disappointment. Therefore, I saw the moonlight, the lights and the stars all over the sky. The breeze messed up hair, took away exhaustion and sadness. The red light in the distance dissipated, and I could not feel the breath of the sun. In return, lights, music and noise linger in this city. This city is alive, and night cannot bring death. All this was brought with the red light dissipating. Is it celebrating? Celebrate night? Celebrate death? The reverie of autumn I need sunshine, because I am about to die, and I want to use my last time to leave traces of my existence. I need Ganlin, because I am about to dry up. I want to use my remaining life to reflect the value of my life. Fallen leaves bring autumn wind, autumn wind brings yellow and death. I am about to die, because I have dried up. Mu Yu was in the autumn wind, letting it blow my fragile body. In the yellow world, I was not alone. I release the last energy, burn the remaining essence, gather brilliance and perform excellence. I caught the skirt of autumn wind and traveled. I went to a place, which is said to be called Heaven. I feel that I am just a little heavy, floating in the world, humble and small. If the blue sky is like white clouds, I feel the color change of the world and the flood of the universe. I have no life, but I have thoughts, thinking in this dreamy world. For a moment, all things in the fingers fade. Where did I come from? White clouds reflect the blue sky, which is also idle and turbulent. My heart seems to be unobtrusive, and I also feel distant and wandering. There is light, shadow, sound and dream. Is it a silent paradise? Or the sea of prison in my dream? Thinking, thoughts are fluttering in the world with the wind, following the breath of dreams. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…