It makes me love hate essays, love and hate essays

I also don't like writing essays.

Love and hate, an emotion that makes people sad and sad. Love, a kind of emotion that is very happy and beautiful whether it is given or gained.

This is how most people think of hate and love. I don't deny this view, but since everyone understands it; Hate others and hurt yourself, why? Is there still someone who chooses to hate?

What about love? Benefiting others and self is an indispensable seasoning in our emotions, and without love, our emotions will become tasteless and dull. But I don't understand why?

Or are there so many people who have found excuses not to 'love'?

Is it easier to hate someone than to love someone? No, hate and love are just between our thoughts! We are at the junction of hate and love, and it is so easy to go to either side.

Since love is better than hate, and hate is not simpler than love, why do some people still abandon love and pursue hate?

Is it our selfishness and jealousy that are causing trouble 'behind the scenes'? Well, this is the only statement that can explain why people would rather choose to make themselves miserable than recognize beautiful love.

However, hate and love are like 'a kind of fashion in society', and the promotion of human psychology coupled with the blind follower of too many people will cause universality. But, always, bad 'popularity' will disappear with the passage of time, leaving no trace. Hate is like a 'virus' that is circulating now, infecting too many people.

Love, on the other hand, is the only way to suppress this virus. Sooner or later, 'hate' will be taken from the bottom of everyone's hearts**.

Of course, to make the world a paradise of love, it takes the strength of each of us, a small act of kindness, not only 'you' and 'me', but also sooner or later, people immersed in hatred will wake up, will find that they have hated for a lifetime, there is nothing left, but they have forgotten too much beauty. At that point, lest it be too late to regret it.

Hate and love are only in your thoughts. Friends, don't listen to selfishness and.

Language, I love and hate you, how do you tell me to be good to you?

Love me love your language, you let me read all kinds of books.

I'm sure all readers love to read, and I'm no exception. I still remember when I was in the third or fourth grade, I always read books "by any means", in Chinese, math, and English classes, there were always one or two extracurricular books hidden under the desk. During class, I can't help but run under the desk, take a book and open it to read, and sometimes even have the audacity to use the textbook to hold the extracurricular book on the table in broad daylight.

Therefore, complaints continue to be filed all day long.

Fortunately, there is a reading class in the language subject, which, as the name suggests, can be used to read books throughout the class. I got into the habit of gossiping in class. Thirsty for books.

Hate but I still hate you a little bit because I need to write essays.

Sometimes when I write essays, I crumple my hair into a chicken nest, the paper is torn off four or five sheets, and the topics are set on six or seven, and I can't write a composition with elegant sentences, up to the word count, good material, tight structure, and undulating content. It's not because I don't pay attention to every detail around me and don't achieve eye diligence; I usually love to read books without memorizing, without accumulating, and without reaching hand and brain diligence; I usually don't pay attention to what people around me say, and I don't have ears. If I can achieve these four diligences and get rid of the habit of laziness, why should I hate writing?

Alas, the language that I love and hate, how do you make me be nice to you?

Everyone has friends, and I have a friend that I love and hate.

She's long. Two big eyes, long ears, a small nose, and two mouths.

This Fu Xun is a friend, I love and hate her.

obviously hates her, and the celebration hall cheats.

But I have to take her with me every day.

It is very unpleasant to wear it to others, but it is worn on the eyes every day.

However, she had bright eyes that illuminated the way ahead for me and read the words on the blackboard for me.

Who is she, you ask?

She's the last name of the eye.