Before the end of the night, I fluttered in the venetian blinds, only to find that the petals were scattered all over the floor, withered or delicate. They have all been gorgeous, and if you don't hold your hand tightly, those beautiful things will no longer be available. ...
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friendship
"Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." Today, the banyan tree remains the same, but the figure of childhood has gone their separate ways. The bridge we crossed together and the classroom where we had classes together have been gone for more than two years. The Spring Festival is coming, and I miss the busy time in the east and west. We prepare gifts for each other and welcome the New Year happily. But now I'm just moping about writing a diary. I haven't contacted since I entered junior high school. Although we used to stick together every day, we have lost contact now. Perhaps because of face, perhaps time is limited, so I gradually forgot that miss. I can't imagine whether we will be like passers-by when we meet again. Maybe forgetting is equal to losing. Will the lost friendship come back?
be sure of oneself
Everyone who knows me knows that I am a little narcissistic, which is the source of my confidence. When I was young, I didn't know the height of the earth, so I set my sights high. I didn't know my strength was so small until I grew up. Repeated failures have made me clearly realize that the people I once thought were great are nothing more than that. This confidence gradually disappeared. "I can do it, I am the best!" Anyone can say it, but I say it is so weak. However, I understand that I am not useless, even if there is only one advantage left, I will cheer for myself. So, I looked up, back up the history of blood and tears, and moved on. ...
memory
My parents often call me lazy. Indeed, this is my greatest weakness. Although everyone has inertia, some people can overcome it. In my spare time, I always look through my past diaries, but intermittently. As if the past had been torn to pieces and written down in twos and threes. Is this the only thin book in the past? What if the page is vacant? Memories Maybe I forgot the most beautiful scenery, maybe I lost the most touching picture. Everything that can witness my growth and sum up my feelings is buried in the darkness and forgotten by me because of my lack of perseverance. Since the lost memory cannot be recovered, write down every day and every second from now on.
The beauty I once had should not only be a regret, but also an inspiration to the present and this moment. Never lose what you once had, seize the present and create a better tomorrow!