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Cold autumn

A few days ago, it happened that an uncle was selling flowers. It was said that he could open pink flowers and moved back a basin of violets. He moved in and out every day, watering and sunshine. One day, I suddenly found that the tiny pink flower was fired. The fluffy leaves seemed to live well with a layer of autumn frost floating on them, but the leaves with small flowers gradually came down, and the little lives were waving their hands to say goodbye one by one. Hey! The bleak cold autumn is coming… I wrote at my desk that the cricket outside kept singing and the plants of salsa were withered. The vast white sky is extraordinarily quiet. I think of the song “autumn sound Fu” written by Ouyang Xiu sung by teacher Zhang a long time ago! Plants are ruthless, sometimes drifting. Human beings are animals, only the spirit of things. If you feel a hundred worries, you must shake your essence. However, if you think what your strength can’t do and worry what your wisdom can’t do, you should think that those who are arrogant are made of wood and those who are arrogant are made of stars. Why is it not the quality of gold and Stone to strive for honor with vegetation? Why do you hate the autumn sound when you think who kills the thief for it! There are two seasons, one is autumn, and the other is autumn. But it has blossomed, who will remember it? The flowers have been blown away by the breeze. Scattered at the end of the world, whose tears gave birth to small flowers. In the wrong season, a cluster of flowers came out alone and quietly, with slight fragrance. 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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Forget

After many days, I still couldn’t forget her. If time can erase one’s memory, then I just want to know how long it will take. And whether she and I are destined or not. If not, why do we meet so skillfully? If so, why are we close at hand but as if we are far away from the end of the world. We met by chance and fell in love with each other at first sight. We all thought we had found the other half of our life, so we were delighted how long I waited for this moment! How I wish there could be a girl who likes me and I also like to have a happy love with me, and today I finally waited for all this. However, the reality is always not as good as imagined. Our relationship was extremely difficult. At the beginning, there were constant contradictions and misunderstandings, and then the Cold War lasted for a long time. In a flash, time seemed to solidify, and in a flash, time seemed to fly away again. The Love I expected for a long time ended quietly before I had time to start. It seemed that the surprise and sweetness when I first met was still yesterday, but it disappeared so quickly. I thought she was kind of interested in me, but I didn’t expect that she had already given up, but I didn’t miss her for a day, and I didn’t love her for a day. I have been waiting for the day when we get back together. After a short daze and a loss at a loss, I felt the pain like falling in the sky, which swept through the sky. In the following years, it was like purgatory for me. I couldn’t help thinking of her one day. I missed her at work and at dinner, even when I was sleeping at night, I was still thinking about her. I am always thinking about where the problem lies in this relationship. Why was everything yesterday but separated from each other today? I searched in my mind again and again for the few happy days when we were together, and I often couldn’t help shedding tears. I believe that I am a very strong boy. No matter how painful the pain is, I must accept it bravely. I often advise myself that this is just a very common love story, falling in love with someone who doesn’t love me. It’s no big deal, and now the pain is just short-lived, they will eventually pass, and I will eventually meet someone who loves me again. The wound she brought to me will eventually be smoothed by time. I often tell myself that I will never be unhappy all day like the people in the novel, hurting myself because life is always going on, just when I haven’t met her in this life, nothing has ever happened. Although we say so, how can we regard what really happened as not happening? Although I could fool others, I couldn’t fool myself. I fell in love with her, but she didn’t love me any more. Such despair made me nowhere to hide! I had insomnia almost every night, and hesitated how to see her in the future because I understood: we are no longer children, and we should be very mature considering civilization. Since she doesn’t love me, there must be her reasons, and any retention will be of no help. On the contrary, it will only increase the pressure of the other party and even arouse the antipathy of others. If I were a good man, I wouldn’t bother her and let her live a free life easily. But who will relieve my pain? Time and time again, I couldn’t sleep in the silent midnight, and my heart was hurt to the extreme. However, who knew all this? I am thinking for her and worrying about her here. But in her mind, maybe I have already been forgotten like a hurried passer. In order to get myself out of this painful day as soon as possible, I actively came up with various ways to save myself. I took the initiative to invite friends to dinner and party, hoping to disperse my missing for her. When I was depressed, walking outside alone, I hope the new environment can dilute my memory of her, but all of this is of no help. When I am with friends, I will want to be with her. How good it would be! When I go for a walk alone, I will think, if it weren’t for her, why would I wander here alone! Every time I try to contact other girls deliberately, I will think of her and our first acquaintance. All of these will only arouse my miss for her. How long is the sad day like this! But whenever I am alone, I will miss her. When I think of her, I will feel heartache. When I walk on campus every day, I would think that I might meet her here, but this kind of encounter never happened, but the idea of peace treaty made me full of hope every day, and also made me come day by day. A friend advised me that you couldn’t forget it because you didn’t get it. People are always unable to let go of what they can’t get because when you lose, you will know what cherish is. In fact, I don’t understand this truth? It was exactly like this that I persuaded myself again and again, but I couldn’t get rid of it and forget it. I always missed her again and again, and even such entanglement made me unable to throw myself into new feelings. The distance between two people is not the distance between life and death, nor the distance between the end of the world and the corner of the Earth, but the distance between me and you don’t know that I love you. How helpless, just like me and her. If I stood in front of her now, did she know that a boy once thought for her and worried about her. [Editor in charge]: Man tree 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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Heartbreak

Dear, my heart has broken, just like a Cup falling from your hands accidentally and falling to the ground. I don’t know if the cup will feel heartache? Will not be sad? Facing my bitter pleading, I hugged you hard, but your hands were still broken ruthlessly. At that time, I felt that I was abandoned by the whole world. Do you understand my sad heart? I felt that I was so tiny that I couldn’t sleep heartbroken and couldn’t eat anything. I hid in the corner alone and hugged myself with my hands tightly to make myself feel warm. I am like a doll that no one loves, discarded in the trash can. Some people say that tears come from the bottom of my heart, but eyes are just an outlet. People have too many joys and sorrows, and everyone performs differently. Is crying the best performance? I don’t know, now I have broken my heart. 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…