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Listen to the essay 1, let me think of something I can remember, me, Zhao Zijuan,,, Du Jian, just right, and my singing.

I am not such a silent person. Maybe it's useless for me to try to calm down. I've been looking at myself in the mirror and arguing with others. My concept of safeguarding rights is getting stronger and stronger, and my self-esteem is getting more and more useless. But there is nothing wrong with the matter itself. Of course, I didn't do anything. Inaction is an obvious defect.

I know you haven't heard me sing for a long time. I know Zhao Zijuan told me last time and Cai Xiaofang reminded me a long time ago. I'm not the kind of scum with a bad career, but I don't still have myself.

Sometimes I look at my calendar and count the days when Liu comes back, wondering if I can pick you up. Where is it? Railway station, high-speed railway station, airport. I remember. I don't remember anything.

I stood on the platform and beat the prelude with my hand. I saw you sitting in the special row, on the right. Look at me, the last song is sunshine. I learned the silent king version of this song "Rainy Day". I learn songs very fast, right? I thought of you when I studied them. How well I can sing for you.

Cai Xiaofang is getting more and more humorous. Zhao Zijuan's temperament beauty is also the monitor. Leng Yan is a noble female announcer, while Du is a base female announcer. She keeps some fish in the dormitory and drinks fish soup every day. Cute, humorous, handsome, smart, smart.

There will be no shelving and panic that has not been seen for two years. There won't be a habit that you don't adapt to college. You won't be as disgusted with your grades as you were in the year of the college entrance examination, and you won't have worries that have been hidden for too long. It's nothing. You're still fine. It will be fine in the future.

Waiting for you to go home.

Listen to Essay 2. In the early morning, birds are singing outside the window, which is very lively. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, had a big stretch, got up and went to the window, opened the curtains and pushed the window open to welcome this new day.

The sun has put in a day's work and shows its light to the earth without hesitation. The wind brushed the leaves, and then I noticed that the buds of the trees had turned green a few days ago, and now they have no childish faces at all, and they are graceful and prosperous. I can't help feeling that life is really great and tenacious. No matter how long and cold winter is, the next spring will still glow with new vitality, just like the first time.

I think of Gong Zizhen's poem "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more". In front of me, this lush green is inseparable from the dead leaves that have withered and fallen, and it has become fertilizer when it is integrated into the soil. Life always goes back and forth like this, giving people disappointment and loneliness, and also giving people hope and expectation. If the present situation is not satisfactory, then go on. Still with the initial enthusiasm, we stood up again and again in the fall. I believe that we will always usher in a new turn and sigh with the surprise of "another village"!

I have always been more pessimistic than optimistic, so I have never been good at giving people verbal comfort. On the message my colleague Xiao Qiao wrote to me that day, I saw such a sentence: "You are a person with a strong heart, and I admire you very much." After I finished reading it, tears welled up and dripped on the paper. I can't tell what kind of emotion it is, but I want to cry.

I remember when I was a freshman, the class teacher said that I always looked unhappy. Perhaps, I didn't realize how worried I was about my studies, and I could be seen through at a glance. But later, I gradually became an inspirational figure. In the eyes of my classmates, I am diligent and practical, and I seem to have a complete grasp of the future.

Now, I understand that I am actually a kind of stubbornness that refuses to admit defeat and compromise with fate. I always thought that I could change some things through my own efforts. In other words, in order to prove that I am also a great person, I deserve a thumbs-up compliment.

Sometimes I even get carried away and feel that I am unique and should live a different life. But I looked around again. Who doesn't catch up in his ordinary life and strive to live a better life?

Among them, there are sanitation workers who silently clean the garbage; There are dedicated construction workers; There are business people running in and out; There are cold-eyed service personnel; There are also many ordinary office workers, working from nine to six every day.

This is the running chain of human society. Occasionally it gets stuck, and some people will be on the verge of collapse. Maybe, slowly, maybe, for a moment. It's like hearing birds singing outside the window, seeing a grass growing in a crack in the rock, and smelling a faint flower fragrance floating from nowhere. Probably the rhythm of nature will also drive our own rhythm, re-pluck the heartstrings and play our own life music. No matter high or low, we will always find our own frequency.

Listen to passage 3. Someone once said, you have to go by yourself after all. Sometimes you have to disguise yourself, learn to vent your sadness with a smile, learn to bear the pain with happiness, and let yourself be free and easy.

Nothing to do with wind and rain, nothing to do with sadness, but to tell my story and my blessing for the thoughts in my heart.

Everything in the world is always pure and beautiful. Look at all the true feelings with clear eyes, taste the strange beauty with a kind heart, turn depression into gratitude with your own beliefs, and have a little stubbornness and courage. You are the most special you after all, and it is a blessing to meet you.

Looking forward to the future of grand plans and blue sky, the familiar warm wind is your hope for the soul, and the path along the tree-lined river drifts in time with the passing years. The colorful colors in life are the truth of hello and a date, which sets off your most beautiful scene. It is said that the departure of leaves is the follow of the wind or the retention of trees? Every time we stop, will we look back, regain the smile of love in our memory, and want to draw a scene of listening from afar? This is your heart and this is my story.

Houses, trees, bamboo forests, mountains and rivers, birds singing, everything is still a silhouette of childhood, and that bit by bit is a little blessing. Telling, I came, you didn't come. ...

There are always some scars that are unforgettable. A knot, an idea, an encounter and a loss are what I miss most and what I am missing. This will become your habit. Every time I see the rising sun, my mood is always exceptionally good. Every time I see the sunset, I wish the years would be as affectionate as ever. I hope you and I can be together in this life.

Warmth is more fragile than bitterness. Your eyes and words are hard to let go. Blame yourself, you are too persistent, you have found it, you didn't get what you originally thought, and what you came last will disappear. Praise you for your sincerity and stupidity, reproduce the scene you first met and revisit the old place. I think the scenery there is still beautiful. Yesterday was like a dream. Today is the golden year, and the flowering period will not be full tomorrow.

Pen and ink description, one day, we are walking in the annual ring, and those who follow you, accompany you and understand you are all valuable friends. The vicissitudes of life, the years of a few strokes and a painting, those tender thoughts that occupy your heart, the world of mortals, are destined to meet, and the fate is scattered.

For the last time, the most precipitated gap, please, let the strangeness become beautiful. And I, grateful for the pillar on the unknown road, grateful for the desolation on the road of growth, because it is unique, so precious.

Meet, maybe you can be something, meet, maybe you can leave something behind, meet, first of all, for what. But I think that meeting was a blessing and my heart.

In the spring and autumn of the four seasons, meeting my youth caused tears and laughter. All your life, you need to run it with love. Luck will make you lucky every day. Perhaps, we will put it down easily, just because we have learned to interpret it while putting it down and are unwilling to precipitate. You love you, there is always a sentence that you want to hear all your life. Although it is not a beautiful voice, it is a preference for that sentence. Simple greetings, sharing ideas and excerpts to my dear self.

Good you, in the old days, it happened that you came and I was here. To pursue eternal beauty, to wait for the expectation of the process, if life is like the first time, you will definitely see that you are different fireworks, beautiful, pure, unforgettable, worth working hard, like the fragrance of tea, like the bitterness of tea. Hold your destiny in your hand, and remember to pick it up step by step in the distant future. There is no blind deadline. I just hope not to put too much sadness. At least your appearance is not just my passing. Some people care, others fulfill, why set permissions? You may want to be perfect, but the only way is to guide you into your direction.

Every time I travel, I have one meter of sunshine, one meter of clear water and one meter of blue sky in my heart. I want to go to a comfortable place calmly. The years of slow cooking, the fleeting time of several degrees, and the safe encounter are a reason to be thankful. Maybe we will meet on the road of life. If I know that I cherish a special day, I will still. ...

Be a quiet spectator, go on a doomed trip, be a wanderer, feel the people who make you cry, realize the unfinished wish, thank the people who leave messages in your life, bless everyone who listens to your heart, and then write a short card full of crystal snowflakes:

I want to describe your love with my pen.

I want to listen to your story with my heart.

I want to exchange my truth for your smile.

I want to paint your beauty with my light years.

Meeting is a blessing.

It is your heart, my story.

Meeting is a blessing.

This is your smile and sigh, my prosperity.

Wind is a journey, rain is a journey, midsummer equinox, shallow pen is still open, loneliness is a joy. Sometimes, a lot of things, you only do the beginning, you will definitely come to the end. Life is good or bad. In that world, we always want to save the best for last, and we always want to promise an eternity. We will sprinkle happiness into the sky, care about it in our hearts, stay at the end of the road and stay at the end of our thoughts, just like these two or three lines of fine print:

If you cherish it, if you cherish it at the beginning, the years are shallow, the time passes, and the flowers on the stranger are like frost, as far as the moon, as many as the stars, and there are countless YUNRU.

Listen to the essay 4 "I want to sing me to you, while I am still young" to let the flowers bloom freely and decorate your years and my branches. Who can replace you? Love while you are young. Dearest, the road is still long. Let's be together. "

Life is destiny takes a hand, like the summer of fire. Some people are gone, some people are coming, some people can't wait to share their happiness, and some people are sad alone in the night of swords and swords.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the water is dark and the grass is long. In the sparkling spring, you quietly appear in life. For example, a written script, such as a melody that has been arranged. There is no need for stiff and polite greetings from a gentleman, and there is no need to be uneasy about the delicate and touching feelings of young people. Unexpected expectation, unexpected encounter, your smile, like a dream, but clearly see the morning glow.

The world is so big, I still met you. In a crowded street, in a rainy lane alone, I know that you and I are inseparable, so tacit and natural.

Everyone is waiting in hesitation. Waiting for the next surprise, waiting for a faded rebirth. Of course, more waiting in life is reserved for the person who stands on the seven-color cloud in Xia Zixian's mouth and takes himself away. Because you and I both know that there are some feelings in life, only once, only one person.

Like epiphyllum, even if it blooms in the lonely midnight, in the cold moonlight, there are always people waiting for her lonely, just for the fragrance under the stamen.

At that moment, even if I was with you, it was an earth-shattering legend.

However, things always change. People who long for peace are mostly in neon lights, and people who call themselves sages are often drunk in gentle villages. I met too early, or you came too late. After all, Yue Lao wore the wrong thread in his hand in confusion.

A piece of marriage paper, a lifetime of fate, a lifetime of blurred tears.

Even so, you and I both know that it is impossible to predict who will be around until the end.

There is a turning point in fate, because there is no great joy and no great sorrow. How many people just hurried by, walked a long way before turning back, and some memories became redundant. How many things, so gradually fade away, can let go, those love and hate have dissipated.

I am who I am. I have never gone far and I can't get close. I look at you as if I were on the other side.

Although the water is weak, I only take a ladle to drink. Despite the prosperity of 3 thousand, I only smile for you.

A person's waltz is also a waltz.

Want to sing me to you, even if it is sad romance.

You listen to essay 5, you leave,

Walking is so natural and unrestrained.

Tilt,

I heard the sound of broken glass bottles.

It's my heart scattered all over the floor.

Long streets,

A faint scent of lily flowers floated in,

Like crying for me again.

I turned around,

I don't want to see you leave.

You always say the reason for breaking up is in my ear,

My heart always tears over and over again.

Who said that,

Never say the word love easily,

Because this is a lifelong commitment.

Yesterday,

Your promise is right in front of my eyes,

So real,

Now, however,

You told me to break up with me,

It's just a moment,

I often feel the happiness and sadness in the world.

Our days are hot and cold,

The result is still separation.

You ran away from my heart,

The door in my heart,

At this time, it was closed with a bang.

At this moment,

I have no idea.