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. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them…

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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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Quietly under the title of each article, carefully outline your name with a pencil, and put that mediocre dream in the bottom of your heart. Despite my continuous efforts, my composition level is always wandering in the middle. By accident, I found the reason: when my classmates wrote the composition, they all copied the selected works, but only I woven my heart into the dream of model essays. But surprisingly, the dreamy Net didn’t realize my youth dream, instead, it caught myself. Trapped me in my heart, lonely and helpless. When I first took your composition class, my old problems remained unchanged for many times and still reappeared. Under my clumsy modification, the true feelings of that sentence seemed false and unnatural. Self-study class, you call me to your office. Looking at my composition on the table, circling around. The red curve rippled slowly in the breeze and the blue waves in the clear pool. At that moment, my heart was blooming in spring. I know, there is a kind of tears, its name is touching! Yes, you have understood my true feelings, my inner depression and helplessness, and the ups and downs in my heart. The sky was drizzling, but my heart was as bright as a flower. Recalling the satisfied expression when you just read my composition, all the depression went with the wind. The rain in the sky fell on my face, moist and warm, as if melted by my scalding heart. Mixed with water, the whole sun smiled in the palm. Charming, who can refuse? Your selfless love is poured into my heart; Deep in my soul, the true feelings you give are condensed. In the rain, your true feelings shone into my heart like sunshine, dispelling the haze in my heart. There is a kind of gratitude in the maple leaf fluttering season, and I will never be late!

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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…

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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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Reading late on Monday night is always the best class for us to relax. We are always in this class, singing, chatting and playing games. On another Monday night, we discussed playing the game of truth and adventure, which means that the loser will be asked questions and must tell the truth or do something. Then she (xiao jia) lost, so she was asked, who is your favorite person now? She answered that it was him (little idiot), her deskmate. We were shocked at that time, then we laughed and didn’t take it seriously. At noon the next day, he held her hand and told us that we were together. At that time, we felt that the world was full of love, haha. She said, “I will start from the beginning to the end.” he said, “I will continue as always. We should give them blessings and wish them forever. To accompany her, no matter high mountains and valleys, there are thorns; No matter there are unpredictable winds and changeable clouds.

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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…

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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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Girls like boys earlier. Like all stories of youth, girls and boys are in the same class, and then they become deskmates. It is said that boys of the same age are later than girls in the world, while boys are two years younger than girls. In front of her, he was actually a kid, and she saw all his little thoughts. But the emotional thing was originally a fan of the authorities, and the girl was deeply involved in it. The boy heard of the girl’s love, and his heart was full of anxiety and shyness. For the first time, he began to pay attention to her every move. He knew her carefully. But the boy was too dull. He regarded himself as an outsider and ignored him. However, I don’t know when girls often lose their temper. They always quarrel and end the Cold War. In the youth campus, love is always short-sighted, and boys and girls also have more suspicion. He didn’t know that she turned all her thoughts into immature words and thought about them alone in the middle of the night. Did she ever know that she was the haunted XXX in his diary. Words became the initial dependence, pinning young love, but also built a wall between boys and girls. She worried that she was a girl, reserved and could not be too active; He was worried about his shyness, and often talked to his lips. The night was so dark that she standing in the light didn’t see him in the dark, but he enjoyed it. The gentle breeze blew her thoughts to him, but where was his? Along the direction of the wind, there is unknown distance, where they once met to realize their dreams. That night, at the class party, the boy was late and lingered for a long time, but finally he didn’t go in. In the later exam, they met each other in a hurry, and then went to their respective directions without stopping. It was half a year later when she heard her news again that she was with his best friend-playmate, friend, classmate, or brother. At first, he didn’t know whether he was sad or relieved, and suddenly he fell in love with silence. After she knew it, the guilt once filled with heart was left to herself after all. Later, he occasionally heard her news from his brother’s mouth, good or bad-still holding all his emotions. Gradually, the boy also fell in love with other girls, but he never said anything, and those active girls would always be rejected. The boy’s world is lonely, and his heart is filled with her stories; The boy’s heart is lonely, and he hides all his thoughts in words. After the girl broke up with his brother, he got in touch with the boy, and he inquired everything about him (his playmate) from the boy. Time flies, and their tracks extend to the distance after the short intersection. In the infinite distance, their world tends to be parallel. He told her his life, and she recalled their stories (with playmates) to him. At that time, he was drunk and finally said that sentence. Have you ever liked me? She was very surprised, and said she liked it in her heart as before, but your silence told me that you didn’t like me. The boy was silent, so was the girl. Those things had been in the past for a long time. The boy remembered that when his playmate wanted to be with her, he once strongly opposed them, not because of himself, but because of a premonition. When playmates told the boy about their affairs, the boy was so sad that they were all stories of their own. Later, the Playmate said that they had broken up and had no contact, but the boy was as calm as always. The boy always thought it was a girl’s problem until he knew the truth. How terrible it was. In a short time, the Playmate unexpectedly had a relationship with the girl and the girl knocked out the child, but the Playmate proposed to break up, which was like a farce and ended halfway. Everyone has the responsibility, but no one can bear the loneliness and stubbornness of the boy as always in the breeze and drizzle. Maybe he hasn’t grown up yet.

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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…

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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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