Someone once told me: if you lack confidence, confident women will be more beautiful. Indeed, I am a little self-abased and timid, and my hands and feet tremble when I stand alone. Although he implied himself in his heart: Don’t be nervous, it’s not a big deal, but it still doesn’t work, just like people born with acutosis, they can’t help being afraid when facing height. After all, this should be a weakness of my humanity, which has not been defeated till now. I want to be on the stage someday, just like having a common meal, which does not mean that I have broken through, but that I have been on the stage for a long time and naturally become familiar and clever. Confidence, do you need the support of external economic conditions? Not necessarily. The most important thing to be confident is to keep your true character and be the truest one. Confidence itself is a kind of beauty. Confident women are calm, confident women are mature and steady, confident women are humorous but elegant. But now I am walking on the road of life, but I don’t know where the direction and goal are, aimlessly. Self-confidence not, can only say go with the flow, others say drift, status quo. Once upon a time, I also planned a beautiful blueprint of my life for myself, learning professional skills step by step, extremely assessing and promoting, conquering the big and small things that hinder success with strong inner strength and ability, when business managers. Just when I was promoted, I resolutely chose to change my career. I didn’t regret or regret. My plan couldn’t catch up with the change. That’s it! People have different personalities due to the differences of family environment, school education and social experience, and in the training of modern cruel society, human nature has changed quietly. Think about my gentle and clever style, but now I have the posture of a brutal girlfriend. Time flies like an arrow and time flies like a shuttle. My heart is longing for the initial life when I was born, simple, innocent and beautiful, peaceful, sincere and happy. I still remember the lilac in my childhood, the country road in the village, the delicious chicken fir on the hillside, and the high mountains and flowing water in my hometown, the pastoral house, which is simple but warm, just like fine writing doesn’t need too much gorgeous rhetoric decoration, it has its own beautiful charm and attraction-nostalgia, local flavor and local style, which is a unique and beautiful scenery line. I have too many innocent and beautiful memories, just like my first love, which is only once. Although I don’t work hard, it is unforgettable for a long time. These memories also leave a deep impression on my heart. Sometimes I feel tired, tired, injured and wronged outside, and what I am thinking about in my heart are the smell of hometown, the embrace of relatives and the comfort of bedroom, and the fallen leaves must be returned to their roots, no matter where I grow and develop in the world, I want to return to my hometown in the end. What a beautiful and good outdoor Peach Garden this is. I have too much discontent and attachment, but with the reform and development of the society, the beauty disappears in the world where people live, I think maybe my character is as simple and friendly as my hometown. I am not so confident. Simplicity is my true nature, and easygoing is my Attachment. It is enough to be so simple, like chicken fir, wild chrysanthemum and dandelion in hometown, but not peony in exhibition hall.

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