At first, we were confused, and we couldn’t know whether the road ahead was bright or dark. But we set off with the young spirit of the newborn calf who was not afraid of the Tiger. With full confidence, of course, we also had the fear of the unknown journey. In this way, we walked and walked, with sweat all the way, tears all the way, muddy all the way. Finally, when everything slowly got on the right track, we finally felt that the initial choice was worthwhile, I will also feel how insignificant the initial fear is. The fear of the unknown world is becoming less and less. However, it seemed that the world could not be separated from the curse of twists and turns, and the failure over and over again almost devoured the full passion 1.1 points. I began to want to escape and give up again and again, and I wanted to leave everything behind and return to the original simplicity and ordinary. Yes, when all the difficulties and setbacks come, everyone will want to escape. In the dark years, everyone will feel confused. They all wished that this complicated world had nothing to do with themselves, and they wanted to throw away those tedious and simple lives like that. Either confused or helpless,! We should always clearly realize that life is such a twist, and everyone will comfort themselves to say that giving will always pay off. Some people disdain it. After fighting for so long, it seems that nothing has been achieved. The so-called formula of equal pay and return is not tenable at all. However, dear, have we ever thought that even if we didn’t get what we wanted after giving, the wind and rain along the way, are those sweat and tears we shed a harvest? It is those unsuccessful days that tell us that we are not working hard enough. It is those rainy days that tell us that life is not that simple. It is those tears and sweat that tell us that we can be stronger. Isn’t this a harvest? Several years later, when we suddenly looked back, we found that what really supported our life was the valuable experience gained after failures. Who says we must succeed now? Who says we will never recover after we fail? 20-year-old age never afraid of is all over again, 20-year-old oldest capital is not kiasu. From now on, put away those timid gestures, and take those steps that are still stagnant and wandering from now on. Just like that, with 20-year-old pride, with 20-year-old passion, self-respect, all the way forward.. Tell yourself firmly that nothing can stop me. The road that has been chosen will go on bravely even though it goes through hardships and hardships. Our youth is immortal… Refueling, sunflower! Come on, upward power!

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(1) it was dark on Thursday and Monday, and the whole house seemed to cast a black net. The home in front of me became vague. The power went out. Outside the house came a cry from the neighbor’s child. (2) there was a loud sound of water from the iron pan on the stove. I wonder if the water boils? I uncovered the lid of the pot, lowered my head and looked intently, only to see a dark circle. I couldn’t tell the water level clearly and whether the clear water was boiling. At The 06:15 P.M. of the winter in the north, the night had fallen and the outside was dark. After dinner, my eldest son had to go to night lessons, but the electricity was out at this time. (3) The husband outside the house walked into the house, looking for a flashlight. Put the flashlight on the table and do things rigorously. The angry husband blames harshly while looking for it. At this critical moment, the flashlight couldn’t be found for a while, and my husband didn’t know how much strange it would be. I turned around hurriedly, looking for the flashlight in the dim light. Suddenly a golden beam of light was shining in my husband’s hand, and the flashlight was found. I felt relieved and felt lucky that there was no rush that I shouldn’t have. The eldest son who was doing homework in the north room ran over to leave the flashlight and continued his homework with a flashlight. As a freshman, I did a lot of homework every day, and it was almost ten o’clock in the evening. Looking at the thin and big boy, he was so busy all day long, which really made me feel distressed. (4) my husband went to the southern department store to buy candles. I uncovered the lid of the pot, but still couldn’t tell whether the water was opened. Listening to the sound of water is not like the sound of boiling water. I paced up and down on the ground, listening to the noise outside the door. After a while, my husband came back, lit a candle and placed it high on the cupboard. With the faint candlelight, it was enough to distinguish objects. Seeing the water in the pot, I began to busy packing up the food. (5) my husband stood on the ground, looking around the room, and unexpectedly gave birth to infinite tender feelings: when we were young, we often used oil lamps, which was also romantic. I looked up and glanced at the candlelight in a hazy and busy way. A bean of orange flame emitted soft shimmer, which seemed to be covered with gauze. In a flash, I saw the child standing beside the dining table in the center of the room, staring at the candlelight. At this time, I was too busy to enjoy the candlelight and play the graceful heart song. Just want to get dinner ready, let son ate to late on. (6) suddenly, the light came, and the house was bright and clear. My husband helped me continue to press the noodles that were not pressed properly. I cooked. Soon, the meal was ready. The family of four sat around the table, finished their meal under the bright light, and then did their own things. My eldest son went to study at night, my husband washed dishes, and I tutored the children to do homework. I don’t know whether this ordinary daily life contains a romantic sentiment. (7) modern people pay more and more attention to romantic life. If we turn off the lights and light the candlelight when the whole family have dinner on weekends; Then put on a soothing light music and taste the delicious food slowly. What a romantic and leisurely dinner it should be. (8) I was in a hurry to cook, but there was no electricity. By the dim candlelight, I was in a hurry to cook. The inconvenience at that time was only known to those who were in a hurry to cook. But everything became the past, and the scene in the dilemma at that time became a beautiful scenery that was still fresh in my memory: the fire inside the house was booming, and the water vapor on the small iron pan on the stove was dense, the flickering candlelight lit up the whole house on the cupboard high, and the interior of the house seemed to be covered with soft gauze curtains. The host stared at the candlelight gently, glancing at the whole room; A bean candlelight flickered in the pure eyes of the child, with delightful reverie, standing at the dining table until the mother called softly: it’s time for dinner. It seemed to wake up suddenly and look back; Under the dim candlelight, the hostess concentrated on cooking. The quiet aftertaste seems to be accompanied by a movie showing, and a soothing music flows out of my heart. A romance, a warmth and a touch were born several minutes after the power outage. It becomes an eternal picture in memory and a spiritual delicacy. (9) romantic life is not in deliberate pursuit, sometimes comes occasionally, even with a little unhappiness and trouble, which requires romantic heart to catch and arrest frequently. Written in a diary on November 12, 2013.

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