Whether to continue or abandon is too painful

Haha, this woman? I don't know what she's thinking, you can chill him for a while first!

rejected you, but didn't deny that you were the type she liked!

Did she want to say? "I like you as a brother? "

You cold her down first, and see how she reflects!

For example, after a week or two, I will be contacted by a very gentleman and a very ordinary friend!Take a look

I don't think it's too much hope, I don't think it's very hopeful, maybe she's really just a friend of you.

Love doesn't have to be all-inclusive!

Let's leave it for a while. Don't force it. If she really doesn't like you, there's no way to do it, admit it.

The apple blossom is gone, and the fragrance of the earth is sown. All beauty will melt into the damp earth and fade into the flow of time. Is this a natural helplessness, or is it the apple tree's choice?

I believe that the floating petals are not dead, and her fragrance is still in the treetops, in the fruit that has not yet grown. This fragrance will be reborn in the fruit. This is what reminds me of our potato mold life.

Apple trees give up spring petals for the sake of autumn fruiting, but what about us?

In the days of the third year of high school, like the machinery running in the computer room, the gears are staggered and occluded, and the belts are running rapidly. We're like a little flywheel in this machine, spinning too tired and too tired. Whenever I go to and from school, I walk past the classroom of my first year of high school, see the relaxed and lively faces, and hear the bursts of carefree laughter, I seem to have entered another world.

The world is so familiar, and yet so strange. I've been at it before, but it seems like a memory of the past. Every time I walked out of the crowded staircase, out of the bustling place, and into the quiet corridor of the third year of high school, I felt like I had been forgotten by time.

For the sake of the third year of high school, for the end of that third year of high school, we gave up a lot. Along the way, how many scenery are not appreciated, and how many flavors are not tasted. But since the apple tree is full of fruit and the fragrance of the hand juice is falling all over the body, what about us, can't we give up for that beautiful expectation?

The flapping of the fledgling can give up the warmth and comfort of the nest and bravely fly into the air in order to finally be able to fight the sky with its wings. Knowing that you grow up, you can shed the shell of your entire body, leave the crystals of the past behind, and rush to the arms of summer without hesitation. The ships that whistle can leave the safety of the harbor and break the waves in order to sail to the distant flat line.

They all gave up what they once had, and they chose to give up for the sake of a goal, so what about us?

I once heard a story about a traveler who went on the road with his bags on his back. Along the way, he always picked up gold that others had dropped. He carefully put them in his bag.

As a result, his steps became heavier and heavier, and his walk became more and more difficult. It was only when he threw away all the gold he had found that he felt relieved. Yes, there are so many attachments in life that we have to give up something.

After all, our little life can only bear an attachment and an addiction. Only by learning to give up and let the petals of our body drift away with the wind, can we better wait for the maturity of that autumn.

Walking past the classroom of the first year of high school again, I am no longer lost and forgotten. Because I know that only by leaving the world of the past can we embark on a new journey.