What are the essays on common feelings, and ask for essays that resemble this feeling

It's a city without you.

I have come to believe that what fate has given us is a period of encounter and separation.

Because we are flowers falling in the wind. Bloom for the sake of withering.

I feel the warmth of the skin. and your promises.

It's been a long time. There was no place for us to stay.

The raindrops in the night hit the face coldly.

Parting in a vague time.

You lean over gently. Gently.

I just want to bloom like a flower in the palm of your hand.

Pure white. Fragrant.

It is also silent and sorrowful.

It's okay for you to bloom for a moment.

You can see it. You can see my purity and my dullness.

In the dark, you see the girl in a splendid dress.

For the beauty of narcissism, and alone.

You sang a song to her. Your singing voice is lonely.

Every parting is a person without tears.

I just want your calm and warm hands.

The moment you let go of me.

The despair I felt again.

You make me a simple happy girl.

Briefly brightened in the shadows of time.

We met and then parted.

Our fierce and decadent promises.

Love disillusions us again and again.

But at this moment, your hand is holding me.

In the crowd, I am your fragile and white girl.

Your little darling.

Smile softly and helplessly at you as you lean over and kiss my hair.

Did I ever tell you that I like your silence.

Calm and intense.

Who else knows you like I do?

Or know me like you do.

It's a city without you.

Without your smile and eyes.

I'm used to squinting in the sun and missing you.

It is customary to write a letter to you when it rains.

Get used to a simple and quiet life.

Get used to the long haul waiting for you late at night**.

In this city, I am a wandering and wandering fish.

Live in the clear water I imagined.

Lonely and beautiful.

Never had the luxury of ever being so far away.

I don't believe it will last so long.

You know I believe in you.

Trust in your tenderness. Your pain.

Believe it all.

The promise you gave me.

You want to give me a long and forever life.

If I could die like a flower in the palm of your hand.

Or die in my silent disillusionment.

The days become old**.

The old ** becomes a memory.

The hourglass is turned over and over in the past tense.

A lot of things have changed.

Coffee anesthesia can't be lonely.

It will only make the heart hotter.

I'm all the same.

fluttering. Eye exchange confused.

Wandering in indifferent Taipei.

Find a safe haven.

Suddenly very eager to be on you.

I also found the shore I wanted.

The breadth and profundity of Chinese characters is also interesting, for example, this time, "Don't Tell Anything Else on the Chest" is a combination of the meanings of Chinese characters.

I am proud of the Old Summer Palace. It doesn't matter if it was destroyed by the Empire or not, and it doesn't matter what it looks like now! However, it can be said that it is the culmination of thousands of years of excellent gardening art in China, and pushes China's classical gardens to a new height.

Back then, everyone who witnessed it said it was indeed good. Some Westerners are impressed by Chinese gardens, and it is from the Old Summer Palace that they started. In short, the Old Summer Palace has won honor for our ancient civilization and was once the pride of our Chinese nation!

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Everyone's beauty and achievement are inseparable from the support and dedication of others. When you have achieved certain results, you should not be complacent in the face of others' praise, but you should be calm and not forget the silent efforts of others behind the glory of this moment.

Hope it helps.

After reading the whole article, I am grateful to Nuwa, without her mending the sky, human beings would not have a good life.