In our lives, everyone always has something in the past that we don't want to mention anymore. I didn't want to admit it and didn't want to face it. I thought it was two different things, but he just forced me to dig out those things, then admit them, face them, and then abandon them.
Sometimes he tells me solemnly that all of this is actually a process of action in the life of a person. This is what allowed me to see hope and start writing down-to-earth.
The advancement is still there, just need a starting line, rest assured, give it to the people around, or I have unexpected gains.
The prospect is still there. At this time, I don’t know what’s going on. Was it scared to share with the disaster by the difficulty of the college entrance examination, or was defeated by setbacks? Faced with all this, I don’t know the secret of success, and when I’m busy, I suddenly want to know what I want.
I think I really want to realize this dream. Maybe I had a lot of dreams, maybe I was tired.
I think of dreams, and dreams have hope.
After a busy year, the summer breeze slowly blows through the curtains, lingering in the air like smoke, occasionally one or two fallen leaves fall from the sky, silently, the air is filled with the smell of grass The scent of green grass, in the refreshing air on the other side of the mountain, rose naturally with the wind, pulsing without knowing the name, but occasionally "fluttering" with no meaning, the grass seemed to roll , There is no subject. There was a movement in my heart, and I didn't know where I was. I suddenly remembered the sentence, "Life seeks itself without knowing itself". I just think of "freedom" that day for no reason.
When you read a library in the library, you are proud of the large number of classmates in those libraries that have been collected. I naturally think of a lot of e-books and photos. .
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