Should I show him the diary that was written for him?

No. This would be counterproductive.

He will feel that these are not your real feelings, but a tool that you want to win his like.

He'll feel fake.

If you really want to show him, you create an accident.

Like, call him to your house, then put that thing on the table, leave it away for a while, and if he cares about you, he'll go and see it. But it has to be a real accident.

Then you're actively pursuing him.

I don't think that's good.

The success rate of girls pursuing boys is very low.

Even if you succeed, this man won't put much thought into it.

Because after all, it was you who took the initiative.

I think as long as a man likes you, then he will definitely say it to you.

You're already like this, which implies that you have a crush on him.

He also said that sometimes the sensation of an electric shock is needed.

It was a feeling and an impulse that didn't need any words.

But you wrote down your favorability and so on for him to see.

Then he wouldn't have that urge. Maybe I'll be impressed.

But what will happen after being moved?

My advice is, if you like him, then don't show him and let him feel himself slowly.

As long as you are confident, beautiful, have a personality, be empathetic, and do your best, just wait for fate.

But if you don't care what you have with him, you just want him to know what's in your heart, then show him.

Think about it.

No. Don't show it to him.

Personally, I think. If it were me, I wouldn't show it to him!

If you really want him to see it, you can do it first"Unintentionally"of one of his friends. It must be unintentional.

His friends would have told him.

Because you're writing blog!So there will be a lot of them"Coincidence"Things!

Don't deliberately let him go somewhere to read the diary.

It was a real mistake

Let him know you care, let him know how you feel.

You don't say anything, so a man won't know about you.

So, dare to love and hate.

I'm too, I write my feelings in the blog, but I'm very clear, I want him to see it, but he won't come to see it, and I can't help it, and I write it all about his badness, and he probably knows it, so he doesn't read it.

The feeling of beauty is only due to the unforgettable memory, just like the leaves in the spring, the pieces are desolate and poignant, at the moment when the wind blows, it dances with the wind, and when the wind blows, the leaves fall.

Ye is in love with the wind, and the wind is just a hurried passer-by in Ye's life. The wind unintentionally hummed a song, leisurely, but he didn't know that the unintentional singing shook Ye's heart. Ye broke free from the strong hand of the branch, stepped into the rhythm of the wind, swayed with the wind, swayed more and more, and fell on the footmarks left by the wind......

The branch looked at the leaf with pity, and bent down to pick up the haggard and yellowed leaf due to the falling, but after hard work, there was always a distance that could not be reached.

Ye looked at everything that Zhi had paid for herself, and she finally understood that what she really couldn't do without was Zhi's arms, and what the wind picked up when the wind passed was only her illusory romance, and Zhi was the harbor of his life, the eternity of dreams.

Another gust of wind came, and the leaves danced with the wind again

If you think he'll be upset when you see it, don't show it to him.

I don't think it should.

Otherwise, maybe he will think you're pretentious.

Don't, so that you will become transparent in front of you

Never show your hole cards.

That's your secret.

Treasure it well.

If you are fortunate enough to be united, the diary is a testimony to your feelings.

By the twilight of old age, a piece of the original beauty.

If unlucky. Just let the diary lie in a corner of your mind forever. Covered with dust.

It didn't work. If he doesn't have you in his heart.

Some people hope to have a perfect image and live a graceful life, but fate gives him an ordinary face. But there is no need to be sad about this, because even if it is difficult to leave a moving impression at first sight, you can always let people see a life full of connotation over time. He has the most iconic eyes, perched on the bridge of his bulky nose.

The sign of wisdom laid the foundation for his later employment. The typical image of a well-read, wise and virtuous people's teacher is presented in front of him.

You, a great mother. I, an ordinary student. He, a dedicated teacher. Each person plays his or her own role in life, depicting this landscape.

You, sitting in the parent's seat. I, standing aside. He, sitting in the teacher's chair.

You, me, him, all three of you are in the same office, depicting the same landscape. You, listening intently, word by word, and every movement of his body you catch it, while I stand aside, unintentionally, consciously or unconsciously, fiddling with the corners of my clothes. He spoke earnestly and endlessly, and the face of an educator was displayed in front of him.

You, me, and him, the three of them play three different roles, but they are closely connected.

Love is a song that floats in the night sky, giving comfort to the lonely and helpless. Love is a clear spring in the desert, so that the withered soul can be nourished by emotions.

Love is a piece of winter sunshine that makes the hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world.

What is love? What exactly is love? Love is you, me, and him! Harvest.

Unforgettable Chinese New Year.

The Spring Festival is here again, and in the cheers of the children, in the crisp sound of firecrackers in the early morning, it is quietly coming again.

For many children, the arrival of the Spring Festival is a joy, they sing, they dance, to celebrate their festive day. But for me, the Spring Festival is not so good, and the arrival of the Spring Festival cannot bring me joy. Because, I am a child of a poor family.

Every time I wake up on the morning of the Spring Festival, I think, "How nice it would be if I could unexpectedly get the New Year's money from my parents in the morning and have a lot of dim sum to eat!" I can't help but jump out of bed whenever I think of this, but the unforgiving fact has to extinguish the flame of hope in my heart.

I had to tell myself again: stop being delusional, you are a child of a poor family, and then I could only sit silently at the door, looking at the happy smiling faces of other children.

Another crisp burst of firecrackers pulled me back from the past. yes, it's time for me to get up, even though I can't get my parents' New Year's money and the dazzling array of snacks, I can still afford the bed.

I freshened up at breakneck speed, and as I stepped out of the room, I was greeted by a scene in the hall, yes! That's a snack from my parents, yes! When I thought of this, my mother came over, and took a brand new 50 yuan in her hand, and said with infinite love

Li, Happy New Year, this is your New Year's money this year, take it, don't lose it! "I was stunned. Asked:

Mom, our family situation is not good, what are we doing with New Year's money? Mom smiled: "Silly child, after so long since the reform and opening up, my family's situation is much better, my parents used to be sorry for you, but in the future, you don't have to suffer from poverty anymore, you can rest assured that you can take it."

There's still some dim sum over there, eat more. "I jumped up, ran to the snack, grabbed a handful, and ate happily.

I leaned against the door, holding a snack in one hand, pinching the New Year's money my mother gave me in the other, and then looking at the scene of the group of children not far away, listening to the adults saying the greetings of "New Year's fortune", and the sound of firecrackers in my ears was one after another, and my heart was very happy!

Time, you're running so fast, you're driving me to death - the final exam. Review? Don't be stupid, am I that kind of person? Don't insult me, how boring that is! Alas! Boring, what can I do? Except for sitting and lying down.

Keeping a diary is, after all, a person's business.

I have always had the habit of writing a diary, which used to be a handwritten diary, then written on a computer, and then written on social **.

The content of the diary used to be very casual, sometimes it was to keep a running account, sometimes to vent emotions, sometimes to sort out the topics of concern, in short, to write what you wanted to write based on your feelings.

Later, with the development of the field of personal management, types such as gratitude journals, success journals, and morning journals appeared, and journals became more functional.

Morning diary, a beautiful name, full of hope, I pay attention to a *** big V is very respected, the book "Small Diary Achieves Big Dreams" systematically tells the meaning and operation methods of the morning diary. It is actually a means of personal management, which combines the advantages of emotional diaries and task lists, which can enhance the sense of order in life and can also increase the enthusiasm for life.

In recent months, I have used graphite to write a morning diary, more or less, and I have persevered every day, although it has not brought earth-shaking changes to my life, but it still helps me to maintain a positive heart in my anxious life in the middle of the year.

I've been tweaking the journal template to better suit my needs. A few days ago, I saw that there was a ready-made morning diary template, and I was very happy and tried to write it for two days.

Maybe thinking that I might be read by others, I wrote more seriously and more, a bit like an elementary school student writing homework. Of course, it took more time, sometimes almost an hour.

This made me wary of raising celery again.

Keeping a journal is a very personal matter. Because I am the only reader, I can be absolutely sincere, I can be imaginative, and I can dig out the truest side of myself.

Moreover, it could have been completed in a few minutes, but now it takes an hour, and you have to consider the rhetoric and retouch the typography, isn't it a bit noisy?

After some consideration, I decided to go back, write quietly, and write for myself, even if sometimes I only wrote a few words, even if I sometimes wanted to curse, it was only ......in my world

Keeping a diary is, after all, a person's business.