Saturday, September 16, 2000 Weather: Sunny I’m afraid of thinking of home and relatives. The fragile tears almost rolled out. Forget it, don’t write it, don’t think about it. There is also a loss of sadness. Sunday, September 17, 2000 Weather: Sunny the feeling of going to the streets tonight is the same as that of wandering souls. Hearing someone playing a very sad melody beside the supermarket, I suddenly felt homesick. It is said that people who walk in a foreign land are haunted by their hometowns. I think so am I. Today, September 18th, 2000, I met a classmate who looked like a senior high school classmate. I was distracted when doing morning exercises on September 19th, 2000. As a result, I couldn’t keep up with the beat. I remembered that when I was in high school, I was always distracted because of taking PE classes and wanted to pick up a few poems. As a result, I lost my wife and lost my troops. I didn’t really clean up the mess. I think I have to reflect on myself once: should I be more serious? On September 21st, 2000, my doubts were resolved. It was this class meeting that could make me feel that there was no way to doubt the heavy mountains and rivers. Maybe this is the most vivid lesson I have learned here! Compared with some of my classmates, am I much luckier? At least I am not a poor student, and I am not admitted to this school by repeating my studies. I should be satisfied if I can get into this school as I wish, and know more friends. The most important thing is to make up for my shortcomings and cowardice. On September 22th, 2000, I thought I was afraid that I couldn’t refuse her enthusiasm, just like a warm current, warming to the bottom of my heart. I know I have a lot of concerns, and I am afraid of being looked at by others. The reason is very simple, because I am introverted, conservative and alert. But although she said a word with praise, I was very happy. Only she knows me best in the whole dormitory. Needless to say, this sentence is true. I believe in her. Why don’t I believe in myself. September 23th, 2000 bitter sweetness have you ever eaten olive? Only when you taste it slowly can you know that its taste is bitter and sweet, then call this taste bitter and sweet. Today, I met a classmate who came to a conclusion after several days of observation: she is very economical. A few days ago, she spent more than 70 yuan to see a doctor, which was like a piece of meat in her heart. She had told her about seeing a doctor several times. In fact, I also feel the same, because I am also a poor student, which saves money in this way. I said I was very poor, but my heart was not empty. I know it’s not a good feeling to care about 30 to 50 cents every day, but I don’t feel inferior because it is not only planning to spend money, but also more importantly, how I plan to live: I can eat in the form of eating books instead. I am even content. On September 24th, 2000, I raised my thigh and asked where the road was? Only feel eyes black in, confusing thing north and south. I have been fighting for it for six years, but now I have no achievements. I am really frustrated, where is my way? I really don’t know, my fantasy can only be soap bubbles, flashy, I will live like this forever? The writer’s efforts for this dream were all in vain, and I was really disappointed. On September 25th, 2000, I held my pen, and what flowed out of the paper was true feelings, not delicate affections. If I had to moan without illness, I would rather hang myself. I don’t have that kind of lofty sentiment. How could I have a high feeling? So when I mentioned the pen, my spark of thought ignited and went out. On September 27th, 2000, I picked up a fallen leaf, which was yellow and made me think of death. Although it was once green, I still lost it. Because I saw its disappointed eyes, my heart was shocked: I took it and treasured it, didn’t it mean treasuring a piece of disappointment? There will be annoying autumn wind in life, but life will not only lose its original color. When did I start to pay attention to that tree on September 28th, 2000? Maybe for many days. It was a tall and straight tree with absolutely great husband’s spirit, so I want to say that the distance I hate him is not based on geographical location, but on two hearts that can appreciate each other. He left home on September 29th, 2000. He was in a foreign land, but sometimes his heart was tied at home. Homesick? Why don’t I want home. Although there is no delicious food at home, we only have to look at our relatives and listen to a few words of parents’ unnecessary nagging in daily life, which are more memorable than eating delicious food. On September 30th, 2000, a letter that could not be sent out all kinds of sounds around the world disappeared? I can still hear my thunderous heartbeat, because I met you again. I have been inscribing for several days and want to write to you. On that day, I really couldn’t help it: I lifted the pen. Why did I write to you? I asked myself this question over and over again in the next few days. This was originally a letter that could not be sent out, but in fact it also proved my inference: now I want to say that it is better if it cannot be sent out. Who told me that I was born so good at fantasy? Even the sunset glow didn’t fall down for a long time, she thought that she had something to worry about; The light of the moon was also regarded as the pale on the sentimental girl’s face. But now, looking back, the sky is still that Sky, but the cloud has changed into another appearance. You see that leaf has been cleaned by the autumn wind. This is my last letter to you, I want to say. This is the summer has been retired. (To you) Fragments broken on October 1st, 2000 (1) My heart is like a river frozen for years, and one day you will appear like a trickle of warmth; Your words are like breeze, I brushed it gently, but it was heartbreaking: Speaking of my heart. (2) we met each other late. We met each other from afar. The first time I saw you, I had a real feeling: Why didn’t I know you earlier? (3) You are a talented and courageous person. Although I can’t reach a consensus with you on some things, I will think about them very carefully. You are very honest and honest. I guess so. If it is a lie, it will not be so emotional. (4) impulse is the power and prestige passing over the lake occasionally. There was still a little vibration on the lake when he came. After a few minutes, there was no noise. I think you also occasionally pass my heart lake breeze. After that moment, nothing became blurred. (5) You are a sailing boat. It is a gust of wind and waves that send you. When you come, you only have a few words. When you go, it is also. I know that my Harbor can’t accommodate you, another gust of wind blows, is that the signal that you are about to leave? Really right, your heart is in the distance, and you will only leave my back. I don’t care anymore, OK, you go. No need to look back, really no need. On October 2th, 2000, I just opened a window and let some things blow in, so as to drive away the muggy inside. But unexpectedly, just a window was enough to make me choked to death. The Wind rushed in and laughed. I was woken up by them. I knew intuitively that it was the damned wind making trouble, so I closed the window hard. I can finally sleep at ease. But no, the scenes I saw at night disturbed my sleep again. The hateful man appeared in front of my eyes, which was the hateful wind. I wanted to take advantage of it, because I seldom refused anyone, saying anything I am his friend and I am his little sister. Just one friend is enough, why should I add my little sister? His words popped out, to me, like a muffler, the difference is that the muffler eliminates the sound, what he eliminated was that I still had a little good impression on him. At least he was an undergraduate. Do you still want other wind to take advantage of it? No, one time is enough, enough for a lesson: close your heart window, especially for those hostile winds, you should take precautions. What is the University on October 3rd, 2000? Is university a romantic poem about wind, flower and snow night? But when we think of the future which is not bright for us: go home and continue the life of parents facing the loess and back to the sky, what do you feel at this moment? Don’t be lucky. I always think that as long as you step into the university, everything will be fine and you can rest easy. Have you ever thought about what university you entered, and then asked yourself what you can learn through several years of study? The society is in urgent need of college students, but what is needed is not those college students who are in vain and have no practical knowledge, but those high-quality college students. So what I want to do: University is not a poem about romantic wind and snow night, but a history of struggle. Five years, ten years later, when we really find our own position, we will really know this point: University is a history of struggle. People who wander in classrooms and libraries can ask themselves, and those who wander before and under flowers will regret for life. On October 4, 2000, am I too sensitive? Although he once cast majestic eyes, which made me speechless. But I still wanted him to be close to me, but he didn’t. My heart was suddenly empty. When will I be captured by him? I can’t live without him. Why doesn’t he come near me? Is it my eyes playing tricks on me? I am chagrin. Why do you deceive my feelings so easily. I hate him, and I have no reason; I love him, let alone no reason. He was a stone, so cold that he couldn’t forget his cold and dazzling eyes. Oh, my God, I am afraid that I will unconsciously fall in love with such a cold-blooded person after eating ecstasy soup. On October 5th, 2000, I can only imagine you as a terrible shadow under that tree, or I can’t sleep. You know I am reserved, why do you say that? Why do you want to look back at me? You have opened a huge net to me, and I am willing to be a small fish you have gained. You, will you stand in the wind and laugh at me too stupid? Anyway, I can’t stop my heart from thinking about you. Standing in front of the window of the wind, I dreamt of being a mermaid princess. You are doomed to be unable to escape from my lovesickness sea. However, why am I afraid of seeing you again? On October 6th, 2000, the thought of a butterfly a gray butterfly stuck on the glass trying to break through the glass and fly out. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times have been tried for a long time and still hit the wall. Don’t you know to calm down and think about it? Thinking of myself, alas, I am not only a dull butterfly, knowing that it is Zhang Wang, but still jumping down recklessly to be a victim of love without regret. Incomplete on October 7th, 2000 is also a kind of beauty. The truth came out on October 8th, 2000. I didn’t expect that he was that kind of person. He knew nothing but the remaining good impression was cleaned up like the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves. I would rather only know a little bit, so as to look out of the window through the white gauze. At least I can think about it, maybe there is a little hazy beauty. I am afraid that one day, two days, three days are still raining, misty rain, how can I see your face clearly? One day, the sun stretched out and yawned. Finally, I woke up and fell asleep. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at the stream of people passing by outside the window. Until the end, I still didn’t find the one who looked like you. So I want to send: Please don’t look back. Those who should go have gone. Those who should be retained have missed. What else do you want to miss? Don’t say anything. You go. On October 9th, 2000, I met the girl who called me Shiyin on the first day. Why did I feel so kind when I heard this call? Am I still living yesterday? No, memory is better than reality. I counted the man on October 10th, 2000. How could he detect a little trouble? Maybe he was really regarded as the material of home, otherwise he would not be like a gentle ear, or like a clairvoyant eye, as if he knew everything. It seemed that I ‘d better call him a madman, but his craziness was not crazy, but very crazy momentum. He was specially prepared for that kind of comprehension ability. To tell the truth, I am convinced her. I was really embarrassed on October 11th, 2000. I looked back at him. In fact, he didn’t call me, or I felt too sensitive. Seeing him wearing a black shirt and a pair of big glasses, this dress was beyond my expectation. It was not only me but also him that surprised me. On October 12th, 2000, what do you want me to say? I really have nothing to say. I don’t know what you are thinking. I had to persuade and warn, “you are stunned in class! Is this related to me? Not to mention the relationship is very big, but at least there will be countless connections. I guess a little bit, you must pay attention to me. I know you like me; But if you think you love me in this way, please allow me to think twice. I hope it’s enough for you to give me some care. Don’t give me all the others. Because what I want is a real you, not a blind infatuated man. I hope you can understand my heart. Is life really a jigsaw puzzle on October 13th, 2000? That what is love? Hearing the familiar melody again, a clear you will emerge in your mind. Just not worthy of your heart is still? Outside the window, the heavy rain rattled down the ground. If you clean the green trees and the ground, will you also clean your memory of me? After walking in the rain for a long time, looking back suddenly through the rain curtain, I realized that you are my love in this life, but everything is gone. Will you be as hazy as the colchicine Yiren on the water side, what can I expect? I can’t know. At that time, I didn’t hear what you said clearly. I pretended not to care. I really don’t care about the shell? For a long time, I still miss you, read your name, look for you in the crowd, always like this.

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