I got into bed at nine o'clock last night and slept until 7 o'clock in the morning. However, such a long sleep can only make me drowsy and I still feel a little sleepy. In recent years, I rarely slept like this calmly. If I hadn't been exhausted yesterday, I wouldn't have fallen asleep so early. After getting up, I sat in a chair and let go. I was thinking hard about what I needed to write. After thinking for a long time, my memory seemed to be exhausted and my inspiration disappeared without a trace. People always have animals with seven emotions and six desires. What are the seven emotions? I don't want to know. But I can be sure that all my **** will not produce seven emotions and six desires.

I have liked many people, including men and women. The relationship with men is more like an appreciation, and after a long time, I become a close friend. The relationship with women is more like a passion and commotion. After a long time, I become a stranger. The best ending can barely become a friend, but she becomes someone else's bride, and I am forgotten. I want to take some time to summarize the whole story of the relationship with women and give an explanation to the single self.

The first time I realized my good feelings and love was in the third grade of elementary school. At that time, my life was just beginning. I didn’t know anything, but I was curious about everything that existed in the world. That summer, my classmates wrote the name of the girl and me on the blackboard and smiled badly. I knew that this was going to be unspoken. Seeing the name behind my name, I turned around and looked at me. She glanced at me proudly, and there was no trace of my good feelings for me in my eyes. The girl had dark skin and had a face. Her temper could be seen from her expression. She was that kind of violent temper.

, but how violent it is, it is unknown; under the force of a group of classmates, my thin body was lifted to the girl alive, and I could only hear the wicked laughter of a group of people. Then I felt a heart-wrenching pain, and the girl put her hard on my fatal part. I saw the girl with her face combed in the laughter and laughter, and she glared at me hard, but I thought she must have not realized that she had hurt me deeply. I was like a male donkey who was forced to mate, and then was hit hard, and finally felt hysterical.

The girl moved home after the semester. Before leaving there, she did not say goodbye to us or say goodbye to me. Her departure, after the second semester, gave me a little sadness to my young heart. The sadness was somewhat similar to widowhood. I can't remember whether I liked her at that time, but I missed her in the time after she left. When her name came to my ears again several years later, my heart still beating violently.

I am a passionate person, and my passionate person is reflected in my love for many people, so I don’t know if I have ever liked someone in the end.

That year, we were about to graduate from junior high school. We all grew up in our hearts. That pure love rippled in our hearts, but it was always unclear. The timidity at that age left us endless beauty. We went from secret love to the indifference later, perfection, leaving beauty in that pure and flawless memory.

When I was in high school, I learned the basic format of love letters. I spent the afternoon self-study and wrote a love letter that moved me. After the evening self-study, I quietly followed her after studying. Taking advantage of the gap where she was walking alone, I ran over and stuffed the love letter to her. She ruthlessly threw the crystal of my wisdom into the mud. I fled in a hurry, as panicked as a criminal who attempted rape.

Later, in front of my strong perseverance, I finally handed the love letter to her. However, when I liked it in full swing, I heard the sound of the storm, and my heartache could no longer hurt. After several sluggish evening self-study studies, I bravely gave up on you. When I decided to give up, I didn’t even see your face clearly, but I remembered deeply how you walked, very much like a friend of mine...

I forgot all the passion I had before and gave the only place in my heart to a person thousands of miles away. After all the years of hardships and long journeys, I have made a deep mark on my life. Even if we love each other, we love each other vigorously and cannot escape my strong premonition. We are just watching the sword in drunkenness. When she left me in tears and in pain, I still waved with my thin body, please don’t leave! Please don’t leave! As it turns out, those years were just a dream, and it would be better not to mention it.

Many people's emotions are clearer and more sophisticated as they grow. And after experiencing these light rain and waves, I become more and more confused. I begin to doubt that all sentimentality is constantly passionate, constantly and indifference is constantly. I am afraid, my heart is hanging, and I am trembling. I am always worried about gaining and losing, and fearing that I am abandoned for no reason.

Well, from now on, the reshuffle! Life needs such a resolute reshuffle. All suffering and disbelief disappear, and I am ready to bet again.

To truly choose a person to live together, I focus on the temperament of a person. Temperament is a trait that has been accumulated over time and is generally not easily changed by chance. What's more, temperament determines a person's taste and quality invisibly. If there is such a person, she has the traits you appreciate, and that trait coincides with your appreciation. I will bet!

On the way to throw a stone to ask for directions, I have met many such girls. They are arrogant, insecurity, inaccessible, and smileless. I face these girls who live like stone statues, with all kinds of helplessness and pain. In fact, for people like me who are prone to passion, there is no need to be complicated. You either directly refuse or accept enthusiastically. Rejection is courage, and acceptance is tolerance. After writing this, there is some self-contradictory, but in the final analysis, what I want to express is to be a real self, and don’t let some hypocrisy and indifference change yourself. In the end, I don’t know you, you don’t know yourself, and everyone is unfamiliar with you.

I am very afraid of the loneliness and loneliness imposed on me by being single, but compared to the loneliness in marriage, I think being single is better. It is better to sigh alone in the deep lonely mountains than to drink alone among a group of people. This is a kind of emotion.

There must be some time in your destiny, but don’t force it if you don’t have any time in your destiny.
Chapter completed!