I found it in a blink of an eye. What you lose in life is more than what you get, just like those flowers that have not blossomed, which are dying! Gone away the memories of those years, the youth of those years, and the vow that belonged to each other in those years. Who will still remember those unforgettable pictures left by that yellow afternoon. There is full of memories, sadness and young sun. Looking up at the sky, the sunset that was about to disappear at the horizon rendered the sky as a spark-like cloud, as if burning the dream of youth. So Peng lie, so passionate, just like witnessing the passing of our youth. After many years, we will find that the oath in youth is just a piece of white paper that has not been stained with ink. The setting sun still exists every day, but now it seems that the setting sun is no longer the same! The old photo on the desktop made people burst into tears. The appearance of the past, the familiar smile, became blurred after years of washing. Looking back, I realized that what I missed had completely disappeared in my life. Can’t wait to turn back, can’t wait to make up, can’t wait to regret! As time goes by, what I miss most is my youth!

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I didn’t continue to ask what kind of mood the wish of death was made tonight. In short, as a cup of coffee, she really made me lose sleep. Turn on the computer, I don’t want to worry about those flashing dialog boxes. Looking through those gray avatars and a series of names on QQ, some people are destined to be a lifetime, while some are passers-. I think of those years of frivolous, happy, sad, and painful. Now, we won’t risk our lives from the fifth-floor high ventilation pipe for fear of being caught by teachers because of smoking, nor will we go to school before dawn to copy homework, not to mention going to have a big fight because of those trivial things. Six years ago, Li Weishi could not remember NaHCO3 = Na2CO3 + H2O + CO2, and then he actually studied chemical engineering; Six years ago, li Quan would beat people to death because of others’ eyes. Now there are more principles on the tea table than anyone else; Four years ago, Liu Lin was also called pouring a bottle, A bottle of 28 degrees Qingdao was lying on the table and crying regardless of it. Now it is lower than 45 degrees and he is disdainful; Four years ago, brother Jiang would change his girlfriend like a lantern, now I just want to find a marriage license for my beloved. As for me, I still want to mention Zhou Qian, because I hanged myself on a tree in those three years, and this tree is her. He said that he was deceiving himself and others when he let her go, because now he would move his sight unconsciously when seeing her and another man share happiness. Because I still remembered that when her Danfeng eyes stared at me, I had a nosebleed. Because I could still smell the breath coming up to my ear when she practiced pronunciation of phonetic symbols. I used to pull her side by side on the balcony, a ray of sunshine poured on her side face and hair tip, and her lazy expression, which once made me warm and fascinated, but my hands never put on her shoulder. Not because of cowardice, but because I clearly understand that we are only suitable to be friends. She hopes that the people she likes can be controlled by her. Obviously, I am not, so I don’t want to bring embarrassment. But now, no matter what, I will bless you. Although it is not my first love, your position, other women, cannot be replaced. Those scattered light spots outside the window warmed the night in vain. I am not sad, just feel messy. The disordered thoughts beat the nerve endings, and I knew I couldn’t fall asleep tonight. Ha ha, this wish of death is really awesome

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Have you ever heard Anita Mui sing “Woman Flower? Women need to be cared for like flowers. Women are like flowers, like flowers, eager for rain and dew to moisten. Have you ever seen the flowers in barren mountains and mountains? Since then, they have lost the protected environment and have to yearn for the moisture of rain and dew. No, the sunshine often came there, so the words of barren mountains and wild mountains were more vigorous like sunshine. The leaves were tiny, curly and curly, and the petals were opened without shyness. They become extremely stiff, and the branches seem to be the strings that are always tightened; The roots are also particularly rough, and they are tightly sucked by the soil. Flowers in barren mountains and mountains can be found again in thousands of desires and hopes. Flowers in the greenhouse say: it’s better to give up. Can abandon it? Give up a glimmer of hope of life, don’t you just wait to die? Impossible, but. Women are like flowers, giving barren mountains and mountains, and casting flowers like flowers but not flowers. There is only one flame of women, so she longed for the greenhouse. From then on, she began to become weak and burst into tears, day and night

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