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Male reporter and female anchor
Author: Taylor Tao
Male reporter and female anchor
Updated at 2010-5-2712:10: 36 words: 12807.
Male reporter and female anchor
Author: Taylor Tao
A person walks on the road of life. This road is like an endless ray. Watching a scenery outside the train window quickly disappear from his corner, and then there is a new scenery to catch his eyes. In this boring train car, if you can't find other pastimes alone, maybe life is like every detail in life. Only when it is sour is it sweet. Don't forget what you once had.
Some things last a lifetime.
Some things have never had a chance to do, and I don't want to do it again when I have a chance.
There are some things. Missed, this is not fate. I see. Is happiness.
Some things have many opportunities to do, but they are postponed day by day. When they want to do it, they find that there is no opportunity.
Some love gives you many opportunities, but you don't care. When you want to pay attention, you have no chance to love.
Sometimes, life is always ironic.
Turning around may be a lifetime.
We agreed to be together forever, but somehow we broke up. Finally, I thought about it myself and couldn't figure out why I left him in the first place.
Here you are. Then, you suddenly realize that feelings are so fragile. Can stand the wind and rain, but can't stand the ordinary; Dreaming of the sweetness of reconciliation,
Or hug when we meet again. At that time, we would beat each other with tears and giggle. What a beautiful picture this should be.
My name is Ren Jun, and I heard from my mother that when I was born, there was a strong wind outside the window in the early summer evening, and the cherry blossom petals on the tree fell to the ground with the strong wind. I was born. I don't know why my parents found that my hand was not quite right, yes, …