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I don’t know when it rains outside the window. I don’t know how long the chaotic days have lasted. I think I must have lost my way. I don’t want to write poems for anyone anymore, and I don’t want to use words to describe my heart. I even think that no matter what to say, it is unnecessary. I am neither so brave nor so resolute. I can only wrap myself up to a dark corner that I can’t understand. Let yourself be calm and face the past. I dare not think more, nor say more. I am afraid that I will regret that I have no way to take back what I said in the future. I have lost a lot. I don’t want to lose anything or get anything. I just want to be so quiet. Say good night to yourself, and say good night to you silently in your heart. All injury sustained on. Let it heal slowly. The rain stopped. You gone. I can’t stand where I am. Go before. I still want to say something to you personally. Good night with Byebye. 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…

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Yellow Diary Author: Yan sheng Editor: Get Along Computer, Internet, hard disk, e-book learning and communication are all kinds of ways and methods involved. It is time to clean up the messy antique books in the room. Turning over and turning, a yellow diary virtually evokes the memories of the short and happy student days. Sleepwalking makes me feel: it seems to be back to the green and blue childhood, the immature shadow in confusion, irony past. A little interesting, a little sorting, can be counted as a good memory of the carefree era. (1) queuing after school, queuing every day, queuing home. The short standing height is arranged in the back order, which is really annoying. Mr. Peng and several group leaders always spoke loudly: stand still, otherwise, you can’t go home for dinner! Don’t go to school like drawing fiber, and school is like archery. Only under the external force of pulling and pulling can a team be formed. The students always sing those songs prepared by the music class representatives! Songs, laughter and laughter all the way, but I ignored those, lowered my head and lined up with what I thought it was? Most of them should have the same idea as I am. Otherwise, Liangzi and Xiaoshan would always look at the teacher. When the teacher could not see, everyone would break up in a crazy formation, flashing like the wind. (2) catch up with summer vacation homework, because summer vacation is almost over. This is the top priority! When I sign up for school, I have to hand it in. The teacher can’t pass the pass, just as the old saying goes: The Mouse gets into the wind box, and both ends are angry!. Yesterday, my mother said fiercely: play every day, now it’s very active, floating in the daytime, boiling oil at night. The summer vacation homework of two Chinese maths books, one page a day, is usually completed in a lightning speed. Reading questions and thinking questions are filled with no reading and no thinking. But the most terrible thing was 20 diaries. I managed to suppress 18 diaries, and I couldn’t get along with them any more. It was time to express my feelings and show my determination, doing good things, picking up wallets, a small thing, my father, mother, my kitten and dog also wrote that they had to exchange homework with the classmates next door, he borrowed my summer vacation homework and copied it. His diary was similar to mine, but he just made up the numbers repeatedly and couldn’t copy it. He Also plausibly said: to make up the numbers, the Chinese teacher should not read every piece carefully, he could see so many classmates and could only count the number of articles. Really does not pay. (3) today, thousands of miles of sky is clear, the sun is as hot as fire, and I’m taking PE class again. I couldn’t help telling jokes with several students in the back row when they were divided into groups. I couldn’t help laughing. I was punished by the fat teacher: keep laughing, let you laugh enough. Today is not the sixth Children’s Day, who else? Xiaoshan was a traitor, so he flattered quickly: Not me, not me, I really didn’t laugh. The teacher believed it and let it go. Our punished classmates made an appointment: Use the burnt cotton stem head as a pen, and everyone wrote on the wall of his house. Some wrote about Xiaoshan big pig, some wrote about Xiaoshan big traitor, some write that you should be careful for me, Some of them were written horizontally, askew, and I am of them were written vertically, the eight kings of the hill. Later we walked over and looked over, and the eight kings of the hill were written vertically, it became a beautiful word, and I couldn’t help laughing. (4) today, our Chinese teacher Mr. Peng’s family married a girl, and we all thought we would hang out all morning. But the Chinese teacher of class 3 came to the classroom on time. I heard that the students in class 3 said that they graduated from the teacher’s college, whose surname was Lu. It was the first time that everyone knew that they had this surname, which was amazing. At first, I thought it was no different from teacher Peng’s teaching method. It was just a female teacher who looked so young, a plaid coat and a pair of blue trousers. The next few days made us really suffer. First of all, we were asked to read Lu Xun’s hometown. As usual, we read it for a long time like singing songs of the year of famine. Then we suddenly asked everyone to stop, not to mess up, starting from the first classmate in the group, he read naturally one by one. The Hill was miserable, but the Chinese was not good at all. When it was his turn to read, he was very nervous. Ah ah, (read into ah ah ah) ﹚, you put it on the Daotai (I read it like it), and you said it was not broad (I read it wide) ﹚? Now you have a three-room concubine (read as a wife); When you go out, you are a big sedan with eight lifts (read as a bridge with eight sedan chairs). How can you say that it is not broad? Scared, can’t hide anything from me. The whole class burst into laughter. The more he laughed, the more nervous he was and the more wrong he read. When he finished reading, teacher Lu also laughed, but only asked him to sit down without criticizing him, he also asked everyone to learn leap soil and try to catch birds. After school, some called him Ah Ah, some called him a wife. Ha ha ha! (Five) Today is the third day of teacher Lu’s substitute class, which is about Bai Juyi’s “charcoal man”. What we didn’t fall in love with most in the past, the boring ancient prose made her speak vividly, selling charcoal and burning charcoal in Nanshan. The face is full of dust and fireworks, and the temples are gray and black. A mouthful of Mandarin is also good, and we listen with great interest. The homework assigned in the afternoon was awesome: one group recited the full text tomorrow, and the other would enter the classroom; The second group translated the ancient poems into vernacular and handed them to the group leader; The third group rewritten the article into narrative, pay attention to several major elements of narration; The four groups rewrite this article into argumentative essays with arguments and arguments; The five groups do not do homework today. After class, don’t queue up to go home. We are divided into four groups, my God, what can we do? Why did the good thing fall into group 5? At the end, there is soup to drink. We talked for a long time after we got home, but it was not written. No wonder the students of Class 3 always show their faces on the blackboard newspaper of the school. (6) our math teacher Li is very serious. His hair is thin and not very beautiful. He has a big temper and a big belly. He is going to give birth to a child. He is still lecturing, mother told us many times not to play jokes on teacher Li. Sometimes she sat on a chair in class, when she asked us to do the exercises by ourselves. Today, I will teach scores in a new class. At first, everyone didn’t know and understand the scores. Teacher Li began to inspire: If you can live 100 years old, just like the length of this chalk, most of you are over 10 years old now, click, fold a piece of chalk, 1/10 has passed, and 9/10 continues to live. When I hear the click, I find that most of us blink our eyes. The numerator is the son, the denominator is the mother, and the 1/3 one is just like the father. Listen to her, Hey! Scores and kinship, interesting. The New Year’s Eve of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. 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