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What is the hardest thing in the world to do?

I guess I forgot about it.

Forget the sorrows, forget the worries, and even forget the memories that have been hard to forget....People are very strange, huh.

It's also duplicitous. The mouth says forget. In fact, I can't forget it in my heart.

The more natural it is in front of others.

In fact, the clearer the memory.

I want to forget all the unhappy things. I want to keep all the joys in my heart.

All unhappiness is actually hiding one's pain.

Barely smiling. Isn't that a deception to yourself?

Let the previous sorrows and laughter be buried in the memory.

Cover everything up with the calm and silence of the present.

When the scar heals, forget about the pain.

Every story has an ending. Whether it's good or bad, it's fate.

Now I can only choose the lonely, the lonely. People always have to live, what can I do.

Recently, I found out why I was so tired of living.

Something unpleasant is often encountered.

Between relatives, friends, and strangers.

We're fools when we should be fools.

It doesn't matter, as long as it amuses you. We fools will succeed.

Scold. Those chaotic horses and seven things are laughing and laughing and passing away.

There's no need to chirp, everyone is tired.

I don't have the time or the patience to explain it to some people.

That's probably what others call sleekness. Haha !

During this time, I was suddenly a little reluctant to leave home.

Watching my parents get older and older day by day. It's still hard work.

I don't know how many times I asked myself: You are an unfilial son, you are an unlucky.

useless guys; Why it's still like this is your own doing. o cough ...Whenever I think of it. What you want to say can only be swallowed in your heart!

I took too many detours, went around a big circle, and returned to the original point.

Twenty years are still melancholy.

I lost to reality, to time, to laziness, to the world.

Actually, I was just a clown standing in front of a mirror all along. Look at yourself and smile. But I feel like I can cry at any time.

Sometimes I want to run away to a place where no one knows me. From the beginning of everything renewed.

But now it's like I've fallen into a circle, and the plan has changed. Change became a plan again.

Unsettling factors of their own existence. has blocked the way in front of me. I can't move forward if I am confused.

Am I really back to square one?

More and more self-deception and self-deception want to escape. Maybe it's better if I disappear?

I kept pretending that nothing was happening, but no one understood my feelings. I don't know how to describe the words in my heart.

In fact, even I don't know that my pain is **.

Many times I dodged. Where should I go next time I escape?

How nice it would be if all the sorrow, the pain, the failure were fake.

How can I convince myself of being helpless and willful.

When you're really physically and mentally exhausted, there's nothing you care about in the world. Everything is boring in your eyes. Our curiosity is gone, our ambition is gone.

Everything was so ordinary. But what about our ideals? Even if it's just a paranoid concept, it no longer exists, yes, it just doesn't exist.

At night, we can only think about it alone, but can we really remember anything? Speaking of which, the most sentimental person is not affectionate, but ruthless. There are feelings to be treated, and there are memories, but what about us who are ruthless?

In the dead of night, when the sentient person tastes a sip of the dry red of the past, what should we do? We only had that half a glass of spirits. When I drank it in one gulp, I choked on tears, choking, I'm afraid it's just an excuse, but what can we do, do we want to exchange that half a glass of liquor for the tears of sympathy for others?

Isn't it all about the liquor that you taste? We are lonely, we are paranoid, I am ignorant of the world, we are arrogant and think I am noble! In the end, I realized that, shit, we are nothing.

Isn't it paradoxical that we have no memories and no future? We who have nothing, we are still alive, maybe we are still alive, but we are alive after all. We live a life that can be described as moisturized--- moistened with tears.

Search carefully, whether there is that half of rock candy in the memory that does not exist, it is better to add it to the tears, why bother whether it is sweet or not, as long as the tears are no longer just sour, isn't that enough? Ruthless, why pray too much? Moreover, we have sought ?..

1. (4 points).

It is a good time to fly a kite;

Touching the scene naturally leads to the following memories of childhood.

2. (6 points).

The first paragraph writes about the experience of kite flying failure, and the first two paragraphs write about the joy of kite flying success, which are both true reflections of childhood life;

Make childhood life more interesting;

Make the article more informative.

3. (4 points).

Kite flying carries the joy of childhood, and often evokes memories of childhood life for "me";

The childhood that has passed away is sometimes clear and sometimes vague in memory, but it is unforgettable;

It expresses "I" deep nostalgia for childhood life.

4. (4 points) The "faint goose yellow green" that shines out of the earth in mid-spring shows vitality and vitality, and "my" childhood life is also full of vitality and joy. To say this is to praise the life of childhood.

Yes. Actually, I had such a problem before this. When the respondent is in place, it is always not enough. Later, within the range of the answer sheet of the exam that could not be exceeded, it was decided to get rid of this mistake.

Practice the first sentence. At least let me find some long periods and then practice how to extract the important information inside. (e.g. 10 complete words are summarized).

Then, practice how to extract important information in the channel, and most importantly learn how to use one word, sentence or two, or even three or four sentences.

Slowly, don't worry, there are some words that you can replace with words. Omit the sensational part of the internal qualifiers. (Literature Appreciation Except).

It's "Bee's.

Praise", a text written by Qin Mu.

The original text is as follows: Praise of the bees.

Qin Mu The little insects in the world, the most praised by humans, are probably ants, butterflies, spiders, silkworms, bees, and other things.

People's praise for bees is especially full of philosophical interest. In the history of thought and art, many people have sung the praises of bees. This man is able to make honey only because of bees, but also because of:

The method of bees making honey gives important inspiration. It can be extracted and refined, and finally, the yellow and fragrant honey is brewed. Its honey making can be described as a remarkable creation.

The hard work of bees in collecting honey can be seen from such an interesting statistic: a bee to make a kilogram of honey, must collect raw materials on a million flowers, if the distance between the flowers collected by bees and the hive is one and a half kilometers on average, then a bee has to fly 450,000 kilometers to collect a kilogram of honey, which is almost equivalent to flying eleven times around the earth's equator.

After seeing such materials and tasting the rich sweetness, how can you not feel heartfelt praise for this amazing little insect in the world!

Bacon, the famous English philosopher of the 16th century, told a parable in praise of bees. He called the way of knowledge that blindly gathers material the way of the ant; The subjective way of creating a system at will is called the spider's way, and "the true philosopher is like a bee." They gather material from flowers in gardens and fields, but use one of its own powers to alter and digest this material."

Hundreds of years have passed like flowing water, and many of Bacon's words have been forgotten, but his admonition that "knowledge is power" and this funny parable have been widely circulated everywhere.

Mr. Lu Xun also told a young man in his book: "You must be like a bee, picking many flowers, so that you can make honey, if you bite in one place, the income will be very limited......."Comrade Guo Moruo also used the folk bees picking flowers as an analogy to illustrate the relationship between the truth of art and the reality of life, as well as the similarities and differences between them.

Bees, this little insect, how many words of praise people give to it! Its way of making honey reminds people of all successful study and work experiences.

Yang Su "Cute Little Bee".

Selected as a Chinese textbook.

The wind and the moon flow.

Time has taken the same steps, walking unhurriedly, through spring, autumn, winter and summer, and through a month of cloudy and sunny days. Looking back suddenly, the days that have passed away are like a shaking kaleidoscope, inadvertently shaking out an impersonable pattern, and the gathering and dispersion and joys and sorrows are out of print. So I knew that youth was a one-way bus, and there was no post station to return.

The morning bell and dusk drum urge me to raise the sail of the voyage, but my heart is like a leaf nostalgic for the old branch, hesitating in the wind of yesterday, and it is difficult to start from me. I also know that I shouldn't delay the trip, but I can't get rid of the fetters of emotion, I can't seal everything I have in the castle of memory, I lock my birthday tightly, walk through the sunset and the moon every day, as if standing in a clear river, the clear river is the life I have and only have once, but I am standing in the water too often, let the water upstream flow through me and then become the water downstream, let the future flow through my present becomes the past, but I lose today and tomorrow because I am too obsessed with yesterday, So there was nothing.

I often imagine what kind of state of mind it would be for me to sit in yesterday's memories with snowflakes on my head and chew on the stories hidden in every ravine on my face when Chunhua and Qiushi have become history! should have understood a lot and believed very little, but he was still confused by the joke of "the wolf is coming" again and again; It should be a fairy tale that is more in love with spring than winter, but is still nostalgic for the "snow child". The distance traveled seems to be a circle, and after a long journey, it returns to the starting point.

So a lot of times it's doing the same thing, which is looking for a goal.

I once meditated in the darkness, and finally deciphered that the simplest grass withered grass Rong is a kind of mystery, which is the intuitive teaching aid of life: flowers can only be red once, and grass can only be green for a year. The deceased is like this, like the smoke of the past.

It has drifted away with the monsoon, so why bother to pursue and reminisce. The train of youth carries countless passengers, and no one can predict what will happen along the way, and no one can return to the starting point of their own boarding. Since I have no choice, let me crush the frustration and wishful thinking I once had on the rails of time, and then push open the doors and windows, bask in the fresh air and sunshine, and welcome a new journey.

Because I already know that youth is a one-way bus, and there is no return and no post station.