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[Introduction]: a memory is like a desire to enjoy the romantic autumn rain, but it is drenched in a mess. Frankly speaking, I have the idea of crying. This is my understanding not long ago. In the morning when I just woke up, I ordered several sad songs one after another and sat at the door smoking. Looking at the changing crowd, follow the rhythm of time, step by step, slow down. The high mood keeps changing with the sad melody. It extends to the deepest heart. The original time can also be so unscrupulous. In cities around 7 o’clock in the morning, there are not many people running in the morning, but more people buying and selling. At the intersection of several corners, a group of children who went to school were waiting for the bus, and their parents were very concerned. Workers went to the high-rise building with enthusiastic voices and plain clothes. When those disappearing shadows passed by quickly, the voice of Clang finally cut through the only quiet beauty of this morning. After handing over the shift, I began to calculate how much time was left. I don’t know what I am looking forward? There will be more encounters on the unpredictable journey of the next stop. I feel really sad when I am alone. Should we go to such a distant place? Is the cost of growing up to learn to cope with the changing life? In order to get rid of me now, no matter whether it is bad or not in the future. After several days of walking, I have been carefully preserving such a persistent mood. Because I believe that what is waiting for me in front of me is the joy I think day and night. It is brewing and fermenting every minute and every second. At night, the bubbles of dreams are dense. In the past, I always felt that my world was too narrow. Try to get to know more people or something through the Internet. Finally, let emotion also be injected into it. Perhaps, those are not my most precious! Because the internet is always virtual, even if you invest more in Zheng, no one can accept it. After coming out, I was still the original one. I have a friend who has a simple personality. He who lacks confidence always finds himself in others’ eyes. The shoulder of the family put invisible shackles on him. But still insist, regardless of the reason. Compared with him, I can do a lot of things out of line. But he compared me to a negative class cautiously. I often teased him, saying that his world was a circle with layers of ultraviolet rays wrapped outside. Any one could run through his body. However, I always do what I want to do without fear, without any controversy. However, the world is originally a round body, I am forget to be unrealistic. Therefore, I found myself in his eyes. I dropped out of school early and originally planned to learn technology to seek a job for the future. Who knows that thoughts change so fast that even the bowl of plans is broken. Because I am not interested in any line, and always feel that the same life can kill me. I have loved several girls since I was twenty years old, but none of them likes me. ~~ Alas, I don’t know why, because I don’t know why. Or is it my original appearance that makes them feel that I am unreliable? ~~ Really sad! In fact, I like it very superficially, but I am just vulgar and spicy. ~~ If you want to change it, you need to change it. It looks like you are complaining. ~~ I have to keep a diary instead of getting along with others in daily life, which can let more people know about you. Only I am willing to be a fool and reveal my inner thoughts. So, don’t just look at my surface. In fact, my heart is also of great appreciation value. ~~ Absolutely, maybe I can still surf the Internet during this period of time, maybe I will be isolated from the world soon. It was not isolated from the world, but to go to a remote minority. This is not an extreme idea, but I complain that life is too good now, which makes me uneasy. Although I haven’t left yet, I want to say something honest before that and be an honest self. I am not a lover, but a lover. Willing to be a Lotus heart, in return for the bitter and long love of this life. Quote… “What is love in the world? It is called life and death. Ask the lotus root how much Silk there is, who knows who the Lotus Heart is suffering for.” I have never experienced strong emotions, so I am not a veteran of the wheel. The youngest first love is suffering from evil consequences and failing to live up to others’ affection. A memory was like a desire to enjoy the romantic autumn rain, but it was drenched in a mess. Frankly speaking, I have the idea of crying. But my tears are limited. I just want to flow for one person, integrate floods and flood the whole universe. 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We also have ideals, and we also need directions. J was my classmate for many years. He was eager to learn and make progress when he was young, and he was also a good young man at that time. He had nothing to do with the so-called achievements or the so-called interpersonal relationship. As far as I am concerned, conscience is the best moral character of a person. Maybe J never thinks of himself. I said he was good. We never forget each other when we got to know each other. After many years, we should be his brother. Maybe we don’t have to worry about each other’s family after many years. He has always been a forbearing teenager. If a layer of gauze is uncovered and a scar is removed, who can cry loudly in the dusty time of spring? I always make mistakes in my life, so I just want to travel relentlessly. For all people, for all people, he has been a classmate of mine for many years, and may not be called as a classmate. Unfortunately, I have no friends, but he is the only one. The rivers and lakes meet each other, the rivers and seas are vast, and a gentleman is happy. Love is just lingering, I don’t know who can give up the true meaning. J said he liked a girl in the same class, and he always did. I don’t understand why the fallen flowers are intentional. How can one hand over a fresh heart because of his ulterior motives and no longer changes all the time. If one day, we will be dead on the street. Everyone is stubbornly insisting on the ideal in the bottom of the heart. Maybe there is no ideal in itself. The body has not given up until now, but it has not been found. J has to support his mother, because every family is not easy. J has to work hard to make progress, because it is closely linked with reality. It is not allowed to give up. We are all young, and we still need to work hard, because there are always people who work harder and do not work harder than us. I can see a word in the past: You are a teenager and want to wear flowers. J, you bastard also have to wear flowers. To the years that we will eventually pass 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. 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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Tree War

December is always so cold, with a gust of cold wind stringing around the campus. Evergreen cypress trees in four seasons are like people who are about to fall into the lake, shaking their bodies with their arms open. It rained for several days and the playground was wet. Seeing a pool of water on the ground, I had to doubt whether there had been a flood. When early winter came, the campus had become much thinner. I have been caught in the rain for several days, and it makes me look thinner and smaller. There is a feeling of extremely desolation. But fortunately, there are several evergreen cypress trees in four seasons. Walking out of the classroom, I was already shivering coldly, but the cold wind hit me crazily, as if trying to kill me. I complained about the cruelty of the wind in my heart. Tighten the collar, walk to the playground, and inadvertently find that several evergreen trees have fallen down. It suddenly occurred to me that when the flag was raised on Monday, I announced that I would build the playground. Looking at the fallen tree, I quickened my steps and walked there. When we got there, we found that there were many birds standing on the branches after a careful look. Their cries were sad, and we didn’t know whether they were lamenting or cursing. Every sound was like a sharp sword, which stabbed me hard and pierced my heart. I feel my heart is cool, and I doubt the bleeding action. When the birds saw me coming, they all called: monsters are coming, monsters are coming, everyone runs away. And flew to the roof as fast as possible. The chopped branches were piled up in disorder. Looking at the leaves cleaned by the rain, I finally understood the rain for several days, which was to give the tree a bath as much as I could. Looking at it, I think of the appearance that flowers and grasses are connected with it in spring and form a small garden: I think of the appearance that it opens its hands to shade us in summer; I think of the appearance that autumn reminds us warmly to protect our eyes; think of the way it adds color to the campus in winter. I was suddenly very sad, and my conscience broke. When the cold wind blows, I don’t complain any more. I just don’t want to be killed. Because I really want to be blown away by the wind like dust and disappear in this world. Dear Tree, don’t say goodbye. I left quietly. Looking back, all the birds flew back to the tree from the roof. I think I am holding a mourning meeting, but I am not qualified to attend. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…