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Let me tell you how I feel! Reading this, my heart is very heavy, and I feel that it was written by someone I know alone. The things that are written in this blog are really similar to my experience.

That boy is like you, and I can't help but wonder, did you write this? You say that true love can overcome everything, but women can't think like that. Women have to look for a person to rely on, if we can't see the future of two people, then our hearts will be very frightened, will escape, will choose to give up.

Even if it's not because I don't love you, life is cruel, especially for women. You must know that if you love and cannot love, women will not suffer less than you men. In this case, treat each other as an indelible memory in your life and cherish it carefully.

There was once a love between you and me in my memory, and that was enough Life still has to go on.

This diary is written sincerely, which shows the author's profound skills!

You have the feeling described in the poems of Liu Yong, a lyricist of the Song Dynasty; "I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it.

I will not regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi."

At the same time, there is also the feeling of "taking the second flower bush and turning back lazily, half of the cultivation and half of the king" in the poem of the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen.

Persistence! Persistent!

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