Reflections on how to write and read the modern history of China.

Outside the dazzling white window, I can vaguely see the unchanging indigo sky. The past is still in sight, just like before. The feeling of love fading away is also timid. If we are brave and sincere, we are warriors of love. Then the choice of giving each other happiness and giving up their own happiness is even more daunting. -Inscription

Giving up is a kind of beauty

The cool wind blew auspicious sounds, and the budding buds had shy encounters, embraced the sunshine and quietly felt the happy time. The river is gurgling, and my heart is full of nourishing love. I am unyielding, and the lonely shadow has been resting in the misty rain by the lake. As a forbidden left hand, happiness, love and being loved that cannot be shared are all going a long way. My heart is getting more and more confused, sighing at yesterday's time. I care about the dream on my right hand, like a cage, binding the free world, eating away at whales after years. My lonely and empty heart, clear feeling, gradually clear to the end of the day because of understanding, and I hate gloomy mood. In a blink of an eye, selfishness and insatiable greed filled the gv 10, bewildered, wandering astray, how much love was left, and life was lonely. The sun, the moon and the stars are few, and the steps are dim. The years are not over, but there are still many choices to believe in love in the unknown mind. For several years, the thorns planted on Master Yuan have been planted. Even the strong wind can't shake the lilacs that were in bud. How can you see the mature sunshine without experiencing injury? Weak love is just yearning, but the heart is tired and determined, and the body and mind have been eager and unyielding. Life is still hard and dreams are cold. Yesterday's arrogant and vulgar heart has become wise and steady, and the reality has long been used to it. In the years when I spread my wings and soared, I explored the vast world of my life, longing for truth and waiting for that deep concern. From then on, I sincerely prayed and longed for the excitement of my heart waiting for the inquiry. Inadvertent ten years, tired encouragement and love meet again in the clear lake. They meet, and they have a short and unforgettable exchange, such as a pleasant conversation and a dreamlike acquaintance. Confused, infatuated, hesitant, afraid to confess, lovesickness has been planted. I'm sad, but I insist. I really don't know who I am. I am full of tears and melancholy. Pear rain is dry, as if in a dream. I used to look at the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside, just like giving in to happiness, facing each other from a distance and regretting my hesitation, but now I can't migrate and can't be peaceful. Whether to give up or continue, the choice between left and right, entangled in daily thoughts. Life is so low-key, insurmountable, immersed in the numbness of alcohol, drunk, drunk without dreams, scorn and slanders floating in. The scenery is as confused as the endless distance. Waiting can't escape the empty reality, and faith can't realize its long-cherished wish. Sighing the love between money and power, the age of innocence is gone forever, and many people are still waiting for the bustling battlements. Autumn wind comes late, and youth will die. In the past ten years, the lonely heart has countless feelings, just because I cherish a happy memory from the beginning to the present. I am ashamed of my selfishness and regret my indifference. Now, since giving up can give people happiness, why should it be far-fetched? The vows of eternal love have vanished, and the promises that the world needs to wait for a lifetime are now vows to deceive emotions. As long as tomorrow is better than the past, giving up is also a road to the left. Pale faces, firm hearts, and deep memories bless each other. A few years of street corner, a gentle greeting, is a beautiful, but also a helpless choice. Tears are like a broken heart. After Ming Che's eyes vented, it was no longer a sense of extinction. A person's diligence and a person's wonderful, at sunset, passers-by will be deterred by the refreshing fragrance of lilacs. Tears blurred handwriting, let me sadly give up the encounter in the alley ten years ago, so that it will always stay in the diary of yesterday's day, and inscription, giving up is not a kind of beauty.

In the morning, the scenery outside the window is white and bright with dazzling light. I looked vaguely at the dark blue sky and couldn't help thinking of the past days. The work I worked hard for, the feelings I managed to maintain yesterday, appear clearly in my mind every day, as if it happened before my eyes. Love will dry up, and the feelings between two people will gradually become indifferent, so the future road will stop because of each other's fear and no longer move forward together. In a flash, I suddenly understood that if you have sincere feelings and dare to express your love, that is the person who has really experienced love. Then the choice of giving up one person's happiness and fulfilling another person's happiness is another realm that people are convinced and unable to reach. -inscription

The cool breeze blows through the legendary grass that can bring good luck. After meeting you shyly, I am like a blooming flower, embracing together, enjoying the gentle and kind sunshine together, and enjoying the time quietly together. The river is flowing in front of my eyes. At this time, my heart is full of beautiful love, and my stubborn character is gradually submissive. The once lonely figure is now resting quietly with you in the drizzle of a small lake. Your love, like my left hand, is not allowed to be shared. Love and being loved are carefully carried out on a difficult road. Gradually, mutual confusion makes my heart more and more afraid to think about the future, and I can't help sighing when I feel the happy time yesterday. Looking back and looking forward to the dream I once yearned for every day, it fetters my free world like a cage. After years of vicissitudes, my heart is still lonely and helpless, and my feelings are still clear to each other. Because we know each other's dreams and can't be together, the result of breaking up is becoming clearer and clearer, and the gloomy mood is constantly regretting ourselves. For a moment, I found my heart full of selfishness and greed for love, but now I find myself more and more confused about my feelings and hesitate to choose the wrong direction. There is still a lot of true love between us now, and I think life is lonely. Sparse stars accompany the bright moon, only when I have no future direction is dim. My youth is not over yet, and I don't know how much love I still have to believe. Separated from each other for several years, the journey of life is like a thorn planted in an empty Yuan Ye, with more and more firm beliefs. Nowadays, the crazy wind can't shake the lilac that used to be a flower. How can it mature without setbacks? The feeling of love is gradually indifferent, and only the memories of the past are left in my heart, just like the heart abandoned in the corner, tired and firm, eager and stubborn to grow. Life is as hard as ever, and dreams are slowly forgotten by reality. Yesterday's proud and mediocre thoughts became wise and steady in a short time. The setbacks in real life, in those years when I had a dream, have long been accustomed to finding a successful world. I hope to rely on the truth and wait for a deeply caring heart. From then on, I sincerely prayed that my long-closed heart would open again. Secret love for ten years, meet again by the clear lake. We suddenly met, had a short and unforgettable exchange and a pleasant conversation, and came together like a dream. But I am afraid of the other person's heart, hesitant, I dare not confess, because my heart has carved a shadow. With so many troubles, how can I resist my persistent heart? Who knows, I am writing a letter, and my tears can't help falling, writing and writing, and my heart is filled with emotion and I cried. I once looked at the white wild chrysanthemums on the roadside, only to find that they gave their happiness to each other and looked at each other from a distance. I regret my hesitation. Now we are no longer possible, and the messy mood makes me unable to sleep peacefully. Whether to give up or continue, these two difficult choices appear in my mind every day. Since then, my life has entered a trough, and there is still an insurmountable love hurdle in my heart. In the stupor of alcohol, I gradually got drunk and sought a little peace in my drunken dream. However, the cold-eyed ridicule and slander of reality are everywhere. Fuzzy scenery is like a lost road with no end in sight. I can't escape the reality of waiting, and my faith can't realize my dream. Sigh and regret that there is only money and power in love now, and the age of innocence is long gone. In this bustling city, how many people are still looking forward to pure love? The late autumnal equinox is like the lost youth. In the past ten years, my frustrated heart has been filled with emotion, just because I cherish this happy memory from being sensible to now. I feel sorry and ashamed for my previous selfishness and lethargy. I just found out now, since giving up can give each other happiness, why should I struggle to maintain you? The vows of eternal love, such as fleeting clouds, how many promises in the world will take a lifetime to wait, and now I understand that these are all vows to deceive feelings. As long as tomorrow is better than yesterday, it is also a good choice to give up this relationship. My old face and firmer heart bless each other and recall the happiness in my heart. Meeting again at the foot of the street after several years is also a kind of happiness and a result of mutual helplessness. Tears are like a desperate mood. After crying, my eyes saw the real world clearly. From then on, the love I sought was no longer eternal until death did us part. A person's efforts, a person's success, before the sunset is about to turn into dusk, strangers will stop to admire my little lilacs. Vaguely visible notes have long been covered with tears. I sadly gave up the meeting in the alley ten years ago and left this mood in the diary that recorded all yesterday's days forever. Giving up is also a happy beauty, as an inscription.