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0 points, I can't help, pass by.

to the world you are only a person ， to a person you are the world

to my 81

The clouds disperse, and the song ends.

The lollipop in his hand is just a monotonous ballpoint pen in an instant.

The flashing neon lights in our eyes are our youthful dreams.

In the blink of an eye, time flies for several years, and it is time to part.

We still can't say goodbye to yesterday's dream, joy and sorrow meet in the dream, we can't deny it, we shake our heads, hope that everything will start again, but it's too late.

Reality knocks on the door. We have to say goodbye.

In this way, we said goodbye to ignorance. Watching fate twist and turn, we who were helpless grew up in an instant, knew how to share joys and sorrows, and then walked slowly step by step alone.

We have to get used to eating alone, and having a heartache alone.

But this time, I really fell hard, and I needed to be appeased by the old people, but you are all gone, all gone. It's just me, still sobbing in place.

My heart ached, and I couldn't find a reason to say goodbye to yesterday.

Memories are ticking the floor. I can't say goodbye.

I don't have the energy to be brave.

I thought to myself, waving away the hazy sky above my head.

But my hands are so heavy, and I'm exhausted.

Although reluctant to say goodbye.

But every one of you, every smiling face, will be engraved in my heart, we will always be together, forever, forever, if it's good, don't forget to rate the best.

It's a feeling that only you have.

We can't experience it, we can't write about it.

Why don't you write it? Since it's hard to say goodbye, can you bear to be perfunctory? Even if your writing is not good, as long as you express your true feelings. He will still be moved.

I think it's too insincere, right?

It's better to send a song.

Friends and the like.

Ah, friends, goodbye, goodbye, friends, goodbye, goodbye

Question: How long will we have to wait?

In '08.

I fell in love with one of my classmates.

She was very cheerful and lively, but she was always shy when she was with me, and her life went by day by day.

It's the night of Chinese New Year's Eve.

We spent the night quietly.

A day passed. Morning.

She and her family are going far away, and I hate to be sad. I didn't expect yesterday to be the last night I was with her. However, I decided to wait for her anyway.

School has started. I really don't know if it's fate?

We were classmates again, and the school discipline was very strict, so we didn't have much time together.

A semester is over. He's going to that faraway place again.

It's as if what happened today is the same as before.

History is still repeating itself one after another.

I really don't know how long it will last.

Take a look, bring it up if it's not good, and I'll write it for you

If you like someone very much, then it is enough to keep a friend at a distance, so that it can last a lifetime. Don't hope to get closer, once you have greed, you are doomed to lose. In countless sleepless nights, I believe that there will be many people who habitually begin to close their eyes, quietly miss someone, miss a face.

And in their hearts, it may be enough to have such a person to miss. ­

If you like someone and you can be with him, then there will be no tragedy in this world. Young love can be silent, but in the years to come, I will always walk in the landscape without you. Whether you are a young youth, you are only on the way, but you don't know that you are about to leave.

Or perhaps, too young love, we are all walking in the journey of growth, blindly unable to find the direction, stumbling into the distance. An encounter is like the end of the fate like the thin coolness of the smoke falling, and a gorgeous opening has been the end of the end. Many things can't be controlled by yourself, even if you are lonely and lonely, you still have to keep going.

You can't stop or turn back. ­

Something too good is never meant to be experienced, because once experienced, it cannot be forgotten. When the thoughts accumulate too much, they are as deep as a burden, which will make some distant memories of the words float to the lips, and people can't help but want to listen to them again. Because there is no one to send, I can only borrow a pair of ears and speak to myself.

Some people, if they can't wait, can only leave; There are some things that you can't want, so you have to give up; Some of the past, about happiness or pain, can only be buried in the bottom of the heart; Some hopes, about the present or the future, can only choose to forget. ­

The other half of the landlord, I sent your mailbox inside, I'm afraid that others will steal (* hee-hee......Don't steal from me, some of you shameless ones. This is for the landlord. Landlord hehe.

The email has been sent, please pay attention to the landlord to sign, think it is well written, give points, thank you.

Gone, that's it, gone again, walked gently, came gently, left behind the back, left my memory, when will we meet?

I keep asking myself questions that don't know the result.

Is time still moving?

I kept asking myself what else I could do, just look at the pictures and sigh.

What can time change?

I keep asking myself, what is me and you?

Standing on different horizons, who is thinking about whom, and who cares about whom?

Is that all there is to us?

Let time dilute everything, worry, but, time, will you live a little faster for me?

That's it, comforting myself, stupid thoughts.

Since it's your own mood log.

I think it's better to write it yourself.

Or someone will ask about you in the future.

Or give you a paragraph.

You may not even know that you wrote it yourself.

I'd like you to take a look at the logs in my space. QQ is 296310049

If you think it's good, I hope you can!

Write yes. But can you give me a few more days?

It's winter break, and I can set off firecrackers to my heart's content! I bought a lot of fireworks.

It was a night, dark and cold, but not so cold. The pedestrians on the road are connected to set off firecrackers and fireworks, and the sky blooms with beautiful flowers and green flowers, and the faint light emitted by the big flowers is reflected on people's bodies, as if even people have become bright.

I took the fireworks and firecrackers I had prepared and went out into the street, just right! I and a few of my friends happened to bump into, we look at the fireworks in my hand, I look at the fireworks in your hand. Decided to come together to play.

We quickly made the cupola cannon that had been prepared, and in the first round, the cupola began, with Xiao Liu as the referee 、...launched, we lit the fuse together, "i.e. ......."The three flowers that exploded in a row seemed to smile at you, beckoning to you, telling you about the joy of the festival, and showing you your beautiful ......It's beautiful!

We decided not to compete, each took out the fireworks, ready to have a small fireworks show, we first each sincerely wished each other a happy new year, and then we lit the fireworks in our hands, our "cannon hole" kept hitting "cannonballs", red, yellow, blue, white, green, purple, a string of threads, scattered flowers also have ......The red ones are like flames, the white ones are like **, and the blue ones are like the ...... of gem purple digging yardsThe string of threads dragged its long tail, climbing higher and higher in the sky, and the scattered flowers were as colorful as ...... peacock opening the screen

With the arrival of the New Year, I also seem to have become a firework, a part of the New Year

There are traces of the world, and it is very appealing to the multi-colored chain limb chapter.