Even if you love, don't lose yourself
Don't sacrifice, if for love, you sacrifice too much of your preferences, then one day, your love will also be sacrificed, and not even just love. No matter how much you love a person, you should also choose to be true to your heart, only then you are using a complete self to love, but also to get a complete love.
Goodbye, those days with you
I had such a boy in my life, it was in the year of my review. He was not tall, not handsome, but his only feature was that he was a good student. We came from the same school, I reviewed because I failed, and he reviewed because he was not satisfied with his score, so we started a year of review in the same review school, the same class. But before this, I did not know that there was such a person as him in our previous school, he was on the second floor, I was on the second floor; he was in the experimental class, and I was in the general classification.
How to run a marriage
The girlfriend is newly married and has already discovered the gaps in the marriage. The husband is like a freshman after the college entrance examination, all slack to be beaten; the mother-in-law is like a never-ending examiner, her requirements are "a hundred feet further"; the original love and affection, such as the family wine like household chores, suddenly endless, like a sea of smoke ...... "The first thing you need to do is to get a divorce, a thought that flashed through your mind before you went to sleep, like a firefly, casually mixed in the dark sweetness of thirsty sleep, but she was startled to sit up.
I love you, do not need a second to hesitate
He and she, as if born with a destiny. At that time, she was timid, and weak, walking on the road to school, even a dog barking, will be scared to death. At such moments, he would always appear, holding her sweat-soaked little hand, patting his chest, and saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." She was just seven years old, and he was only three years older than her.
The love of two trees
I don't know the year or the month or the day, but a little bird was carrying two laurel seeds happily flying over the mountain stream, and the two laurel seeds were left behind and fell on a piece of barren land beside the path. One seed was next to a piece of wet mud, and the other was next to a rock, more than a meter apart from each other. The seed next to the wet mud quickly sprouted and grew roots. The other seed had been lying next to the stone for a few days, and she felt a little sorry for herself as if she saw death beckoning to it. In her drowsiness, she heard a faint call from the roots of her kind as it drew closer and squeezed through the hard clay. She woke up and took advantage of a thunderstorm to suck in the moisture around her, bursting her thick shell and sprouting two light green leaves.
My top boss, Bo Lao-head
Last spring, an official document, I was transferred to work on the Maozhan expansion project in western Guangdong. The day I reported for work, as soon as the car turned into the project management office, I saw colleagues coming and going in the office building, all freshly dressed and busy. More than a dozen carts, like fed horses, lying quietly on the roads of the community, waiting for the march.
See you at Happy Valley, teacher
The ninth grade class 138 graduation symposium began, the classroom was decorated with flowers, full of youthful vitality, the tables were neatly arranged, the food on the table emitted a strong aroma, and the teachers walked one after another to the podium and sat down, the young class teacher scanned the classroom, the fifth row, the sixth seat was empty. Then he asked the students present, "Where is Li Ziliang?" Instantly, the air in the classroom froze, surprisingly quiet, and several girls stole a glance at the blackboard at the back, then hurriedly retracted their gaze to their own. The class teacher saw the striking "Goodbye teacher!" on the blackboard. . The words were not very good, but they were big and written in red, white, blue and green chalk. The class teacher asked again, "Where is Li Ziliang?" The tall class president stood up slowly and replied, "He left, he got up early in the morning and packed his things, came to class after breakfast, finished writing the four words on the blackboard behind him, and went to the dormitory to get his luggage and left." The class teacher grunted, "It's so unbelievable, it's disorganized and undisciplined." Then he said in a loud voice: "No matter what he said, the 138 class seminar will begin!"
"At the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Another Qingming Festival has arrived, and the endless drizzle makes me sad from the heart, looking at the gloomy sky, my heart also becomes wet, my eyes also slowly become hazy, and through the haze of rain, thoughts also drifted with the more distant, I saw the familiar small cottage, full of grass is still so tender green, colorful wildflowers open lonely, and the clear river, all this makes me feel kind The scenery is still the same, but Grandma is long gone.