I am also an old reader of juvenile literature and art.
The "flying years" and "flying years" of her sophomore year.
Yimeng Class, Grade Two, Xiamen Foreign Language School (1)
The days when I was 4 to 6 years old and studied dance for two years were once unbearable for me. At that time, I had no idea. I practice base with a pole every day.
What does this job and practicing in front of a big mirror mean to me? I just want my neighbor's big brother to hold me and sit in the yard.
Old pear tree, pick a handful of Pak Lei, then climb to the top of the building and let all the petals float down like snowflakes.
Fortunately, my mother is not a stubborn person. She never lets me do anything. So two years later, I gave up dancing. What the hell is this?
My sadness. I always thought the petals falling from the roof were the most beautiful flowers in my life. However, I was wrong.
Yes After nine years, I suddenly found myself so obsessed with dancing, but I could only helplessly look at one in the training room.
Every beautiful image that flashes, in every
Starry night looked at his distant dream sadly.
And my mom started to get stubborn. When I expected her to support me to re-enter the dance classroom, she was firm.
Tell me: "impossible."
The word "impossible" hurts me deeply. I stubbornly held back my tears. On the day before the start of the next semester in Senior One,
I took the lunch money saved by 380 yuan for four months and signed up for a dance class privately. I don't want to think about the outcome of the acting first,
But it must pay a heavy price for it. Although learning folk dance, we should still practice basic skills. I just need to put my own every day
Body pressure scarred, only
I dare not think of my mother's melancholy eyes, and think that the tuition fee for starving for four months is worthy. I just understand that when I was young.
I planted flowers for today's flight. Although now, the old pear trees are still flourishing and the snow-white pears are still in full bloom, but
No one will carry me up the tree again. I have to climb up bit by bit on my limbs, even if I am worn out all over.
The scale is also willing.
At the school art festival that ended my freshman year, I won the first and second place in the dance competition. After learning this news, it was my first time to go.
A little proud of myself. My face was wet with tears when I came down from the top of the teaching building with a large handful of five-colored plums.
Cheek-The four-month dance class is finally over, and the college entrance examination is coming, rain or shine. Line up all Saturday
This course will be the only thing I have.
Time to learn dance is squeezed out of life. Maybe from now on, I really have to be insulated from dancing.
That night, I saw the last petal of the old pear tree falling from the branches.
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Dear, remember the warmth you gave me.
Don't trust me. No matter what you see, emptiness or pain, don't believe it. Because I'm just a woman playing with words. Those scattered fragments are mine, yours and others'. Or just an illusion, an image, that's all. So. I am such a woman.
June to May has passed. Gardenia fragrance season, the good days are no longer, the world of two people is no longer. Expect a lot of things to be empty. Sadness and loss spread again and again. But I insisted again and again, not caring about the sad face or the broken heart. I once insisted, but I thought about giving up, giving up. I don't want anything. I don't want to. One person. A person is nothing, just get used to it.
I could have participated in the game of life, but I'm tired of participating in this ridiculous game. There are funny farce everywhere. Those who easily express their love, those lost and irresponsible men and women. I gradually lost myself and couldn't find my way.
Listening to familiar music repeatedly. Write these words to commemorate the past.
The only two phone calls were brief, and they ended in a hurry without extra words.
[Self-pity, contradiction. Longing for happiness, but afraid to let go of love, always exists in the loneliness of waiting]
It seems that you always like to write about people with things, which makes people puzzled. Words are always half lost and half lost, which always makes people guessing and annoying. Sometimes you may just understand these literal meanings, but you don't understand what you really want to express. I like to talk about a moment that should last forever. Before I know it, it has come and gone. I like faith and I like happiness for no reason. Like to say oh, like philosophical articles? Obviously like to care, but deliberately ignore it. Like to escape, like to call me an idiot.
I am a child who likes to think at random. Maybe only you will like it. I like reading articles with you, listening to songs with videos, watching your expression and thinking about your thoughts at this time. Perhaps simple and insipid is happiness.
You don't seem to like calling my name, Xiaoyu or 77. Maybe calling you is enough. What do I like to call you? Maybe I will call your name when I am angry, but I called you on purpose at the earliest. Maybe you don't remember. Maybe the baby calls you most often. I like to call you uncle when I want to get your attention. I'm a little cherished, a little in love, and one more thing. Although I don't know your original intention, maybe your little QQ belongs to me. Maybe all the logs in it represent your true feelings. A feeling may be right or wrong. Maybe something warm touched you and me unconsciously. I used to like you to play games with me, but I used to chat. Very simple and plain happiness, like the real feeling, don't pretend to be perfunctory. Roses are all over the wall under the tree, and I also found you gone.
About: About < 4K 1 1 key > About a song after a song. About a person's world, the sky is blue, so blue. I am free when I am alone, and lonely when I miss you. I am very happy when I miss you, and very sad when I am happy. ..
【 A habit, a dependence, a tacit understanding. ]
I like to call myself 77. I am used to waiting. My heart is beginning to be influenced by you. When someone mentions your name, I will laugh silly. I began to like to open the space. I am used to opening the nearest visitor and looking for a map. I put new music into this space. Others say: the space is beautiful, but I still feel so sad. I like to forget other people's existence. I'm starting to like being in a daze. I started talking. Well, I didn't ... However, everything about you seems out of my control ... Some people say that a person's habits are often known to others, but only he doesn't know. Hehe, it turns out that these are not habits, maybe it's just the weather. This makes me feel a little, a little depressed. ..
I like to see you smiling around. Maybe this has become a luxury. I dream of being happy with you. Maybe it's just a dream. We remember to learn to be happy. Forget the sorrow is a good thing. Our story belongs to us. Nevertheless, the feeling still exists and needs to be continued. ..
Our story is if cherry blossoms are bright, kapok is in full bloom, roses are all over the wall, and gardenias are fragrant. Maybe not every corner of bloom is fragrant, and not every smiling face is brilliant.
[There is a kind of pain, slightly]
You are always looking for it in your memory, and you gradually find that with the change of time, what happened is only a fragment, and a kind of wound is slowly healing. Indeed, who are you, so familiar and strange. No matter before or now, it is a change, and emotions are always inadvertently released into a kind of confusion. It turns out that you are so simple and sudden, and today you are quietly missing yesterday. Those stories, familiar pictures, and familiar you emerge in front of you. Your world. Who is so dark? It seems to be approaching, who arranged it and got you. Who is such a perfect leaf? In the end, too many things come in spring and winter, and you may simply imagine them and lose them. With more experience, you should probably learn before you understand.
The thoughts at that time are now engraved in my heart and clearly identifiable.
The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what should not be given up easily and stick to what should not be.
Everything I did in college was to get close to him,
I started playing games for him before he knew me.
I started writing for him because I knew he would like it.
For him, I married someone else in the game,
Want to know if love in the game can come true?
For him, I know he came to me to play games for a purpose, and I am still willing to join him.
I gave up a lot for him,
Maybe I won't fall in love with others in college. This love is too heavy.
But I can't forget it, so I choose plain face.
What I once said is so sad to think of it now.
[Bright cherry blossoms]
In March, we parted and met again. At first, we got to know each other gradually.
Tell you the real me:
Will cry because of one sentence. Happy because of a smile, but also a clingy child, who likes to live around the people I love. Because of this, my mood is unstable, my thoughts are too much, and my heart is agitated. In the crazy season of love, are tears lost like this? When will the pain in love stop smiling?
[So, happiness in waiting]
Feeling hungry, I have been waiting for you, but I can't wait for you. I thought you were coming at six o'clock, but you didn't come at six o'clock. I thought you were coming at nine, but you still didn't come at nine. I thought you would come back at 1 1, but it turned out to be 1 1, and you still didn't come.
[I try to smile]
I'm trying to smile? Tribal tiger. A stage for one person. What dance am I performing? Is there an audience? Whatever. HOHO。 All right. You can do it alone. I like dancing by myself. Everything is illusory. My dream is disappearing. I can't catch it. Can help me. Watching him disappear before my eyes. Helpless pain. Why is there only sadness and no laughter in my diary? God, I want to smile. No one is qualified. Because only you are the best for me .. You said: at least don't hurt each other! Did it hurt you? You're not hurt, are you? In the end, it turned out that I was the only one, accompanying my own shadow and tears. I'm so tired, so tired ... It's always a dream. There is no me in your world. You are just a passer-by in my life. You move on with your life. Noble you, I can't love you. Your life has nothing to do with me. Is that all? That's it. That's it? Behind the forced smile is all your sadness.
[I went to the Internet cafe outside because I was disconnected, and I wandered outside]
It's expensive to surf the Internet outside. The seats are full. = People get off. This machine is stuck. You can't play games. The internet cafes outside are in a mess. The one I often go to is closed. Inadvertently, the outside world has changed. The happy time of nostalgia no longer exists. I came back very late one night. I am very hungry. I bought a cup of my favorite ice cream milk tea with the money I called you.
It's so comfortable in the internet cafe, with an electric fan. But there's nothing I can do. I thought for a long time, facing the screen, I didn't know what to write. Those who don't want to surf the internet are here anyway, just to see if you are there. I looked for a person for a long time, but I didn't get a chance to see his face clearly. Why have I refused to give up so many times? Do I really care about being hurt? That's not true. I just don't want to give up easily. I don't want to regret. In AU, you deliberately refused to let me stand with you. Finally, I said to myself: Hum, I want to stand in front. Then I said I just stood in front and looked bigger, and the screenshot was very clear. I really want to stand together. You said you weren't afraid to pass out? My heart moved for a moment, thinking that you said it easily, but I couldn't say it. I am a little disgusted, and there are other emotions. I told a lot of lies, but what I couldn't face in the end was my heart. I was angry, just laughing at myself. I thought it was fate, but I was just a passer-by. In fact, when I met 77, everything was just a fantasy. When we were teenagers, we liked to dream.
When I woke up, I was still me. You are still you. Just a little, a little unwilling. Why Li or you ... Just as I finished writing, your image moved. ..
Ed is very stubborn. He is always afraid of failure.
Love you very much, stubbornly refuse to admit it and don't want to give up. I have been insisting, but I just don't know what I think. I'm lost and I don't know what to do. You said you didn't love me. I just keep guessing that you love me. I guess you don't want wishful thinking. I don't want to be sentimental. I just hope I am right. You said it was just a game because I broke into your game life. But I'm not a game ... I'm trying to make you love me. I am so persistent and stubborn. I want to push you away. Finally, I found that I couldn't fool myself. Please forgive me for being powerless. You'd think I could easily say these three words. ..
[The next stop is our happiness]
Even two people who meet again in the soul can't fully understand; Anything that can really be called pain can be shared and comforted by others. Everyone is a castle. We can't walk into each other's world safely just by crossing. We can see each other's light, but we can't bring real light to each other's darkness. Is that so? I can't get into your heart, uncle. My heart is lost. When you said impossible again, I thought I would be very sad, very sad. As a result, I don't have that kind of pain. I'm at a loss, I don't know what to do ... Do you think I've changed? Haven't you changed, too You didn't tell me before you left now. You know, when I suddenly saw the darkness of your image, my heart panicked and hurt. Maybe you can know my pain, but you can't give me a way out.
I can only continue to get lost in my own world. You always say I live in my own world. Maybe it's true. I feel so pathetic. Thinking of you in such a noble dormitory. It can't make up for the emptiness and paleness in my heart.
Maybe I'm tired. I said that if we didn't start, there would be no end. You can understand this sentence, there is no happiness. I just haven't seen you these days, and I'm a little complaining. Do you care about a lot of things I should tell you? Maybe when you think you shouldn't care. Maybe I should think about it. Whoever it is. Rejected. But in a bad mood.
You don't just live in your own world. You're guessing me, too Do you know why I don't let go?
Do you know everything about me that you don't understand? I can go on without games, but what about me without my uncle? For you, maybe the truth is just a dream. But I'm not. You will deny what you once said. You can pretend not to care. It's my stupidity. My ... just, just I will insist ... but it won't happen again. I'll bury it, maybe next time. ..
[Your Birthday]
Want to cry without tears, but who knows what's on your mind? But who knows? But who was hurt? May 2007 16, at the end, use the above words to commemorate or pay tribute to happiness.
You called her that night. I think I understand you, but I still cry. Would you please keep your word? I don't know why you chose what you said in AU, but you know, I remember everything you said. You didn't lie to me, really. ....
[My birthday]
May 24th is my birthday. Think about it, it's been 18 times. This year is 1 last of October1year. I feel a lot psychologically. As if I were a child, just like yesterday, the carefree child waved goodbye to me behind me and let me move on. These days, there are happiness, sadness, happiness and sadness.
Write down the bits and pieces of this life, what will you encounter in the future? I don't know, but I hope I will accept it, won't I?
I wonder who remembers my birthday. Those who remember my birthday and those who remember others' birthdays are very happy.
Today is my birthday, but I really want to hear him say: Happy birthday, Xiaoyu.
Happy birthday to everyone who is also in Amanome. Happy birthday to all the children whose birthdays are in May.
That day, I left half a cake on the table. Maybe today, this cake is too big for me to eat. I made a wish and left a candle for people to guess, but I didn't blow it out in one breath. The classmate said: Maybe my wish can't come true. I think only oneself know, others won't know. Some people may guess, and some people may guess. It is true that children in love are moved. Thank you, dear, for your company, and for your persistent message in my space. I will always remember the stories along the way with a simple pen. You should be happy, too At this time, I want to come to the last moment of my birthday one by one, but I can't escape my inner concern. After all, I care too much about being afraid of losing, but I can't let go of my late-night thoughts. I said, July 7 th, no.
The song of space has changed round after round, and now there is only a little more. What passed away was not memories, but Lu always believed in my spring flowers, always …
[while listening to music,. ]
In the photo, she has short smiling cheeks and uncomplicated eyes, like a doll. She never grew up. As far as she can remember, she left home when she was young. She is used to wind, rain, spring, autumn, winter and summer. Things have changed. She melted each other with singing until her tears were hoarse. Her smile melted the distance, waiting for you and me to start again. I've been all over the world and I can't find her. Please ask her to give me an answer. Don't let me miss her.
I've been all over the world and I can't find her. Who has heard of her, know her, so that her heart can go home as soon as possible (so that her heart is no longer afraid)
Tell her I care no matter how big the world is (I'm waiting for her)
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Maybe looking for something about me. Did you sleep well? I am still awake, tomorrow, everything, you can understand, life is like this, silence is the best.
The classmate said that the gardenia is going to bloom. Well, summer is coming. Kiss me and live in peace.
[May, the season when gardenias bloom, dreams emerge]
I slept less and less some time ago. I always wake up at 4 am. Then I can't sleep anymore. I long for night and time.
I'm getting insomnia. Now I want to change slowly, for someone. I know this food has no taste.
Everything is spreading to me unconsciously.
I've been watching a dream of red mansions recently, and I'm envious, but I just don't want to see the bad ending behind .. I seldom go under the tree and see everyone's beautiful pictures and essays. I feel that everything in me still needs to be worked hard.
[He deleted my QQ]
Starting from today, his QQ avatar no longer appears in my QQ. I am no longer worried about talking to him, but my heart is depressed now, thinking that he will never appear in my sight again.
Thinking of returning to the parallel line from now on, I am very confused and don't know who to tell.
Listening to familiar songs and watching familiar QQ, I can't find familiar people. I'm really nervous today, maybe? Or? I don't know why.
You don't need to know my thoughts until one day, when you and I are old, my memory will sway with the white hair wind. At least I know clearly that if you think of me, I will smile.
Find the strangled word, no one appreciates it? It's been a long time, and I don't feel warm and concerned.
For me, for my affairs, like a stranger, it makes me sad; For me, I feel like a passer-by, which makes me very helpless. Why not just a passer-by, and our ending will be perfect? But I really don't know. I just want to gamble. Do you care about gambling? But it turns out that I was all wet. ...
I don't know what pain is until I think too much. That feeling is really hard.
My heart hurts, but it's good to get used to it .. because no one will be sad. ....
I don't want to cry, but tears can't stop flowing out. I shouldn't have seen your face, I shouldn't have heard your voice, I shouldn't have listened to your mumbling. Everything is within reach except your voice and smile. You said once, once. I can feel the traces. You don't know how much you wait, how sad, how hesitant, how disappointed, how angry and how helpless you are in front of the cold computer.
At some point, there is no reason to be afraid. The fear of a close person became out of reach overnight.
Unconsciously, I will look through your QQ and enter your space to say something to you, thinking that you understand my silence, so I didn't say anything. It's ridiculous to think about it, so I didn't say anything.
There are many helpless uncles. Do you know how painful it is to endure injury under my smile? Uncle, you certainly don't know. Oh, uncle, I lost myself. But you don't even care about me. Uncle, I'm not saying you're sorry. I just feel that my love is very wronged.
Maybe you really expect happiness. If you wait too long, you will doubt when you are tired. Having a good memory is really not a good thing. If you clearly remember what you said, there will always be some waves in your heart.
It's sultry and I feel suffocated. But I just sat quietly alone, looking at these sad and beautiful words about love. I'm completely disappointed and depressed.
When I came, the road had passed and I couldn't go back. I never thought what I would be like if I went back to a crossroads and made another choice. I just let myself sink into words again and again.
Many people have asked me what it means to meet at a crossroads.
[Game lovers cancel]
I can't bear it.
I can't let go of the game, but I still want to watch it every day. Although I didn't play much, I still miss the people above and the days when I laughed. only
I know, it seems to me that the world has changed. I hide myself in words and like the warmth inside. It seems that love is true only in words? I like reading sad words. That's it. I know that all the people who once cared about me are leaving me, and only I keep them.
I hope my happiness. It's very slim. Do some things become beautiful only in an instant? The noisy city has such a silent night. Loneliness is everywhere.
Fools are all the same, they don't know how to escape sadness. Prosperous may, dressed up to escape. Prosperity is exhausted. Only desolation remains.
I looked for it with great care ~