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 　　A smile is a powerful tool for conquering difficulties and a seed for changing one's state of mind. Behind a smile lies a solid and incomparable strength: a tremendous enthusiasm and confidence in life, a high-minded sincerity and open-mindedness, and the wisdom and courage to face life head-on. Furthermore, our environment is created by our mind, and changes with our mindset. Our inner thoughts can change our outward appearance, and just as they can change our surroundings. Happiness is simple; all you need is a heart as easily satisfied as a child's. 　　Children are the most innocent and naive; they will weep over a trivial expression and be overjoyed by a casual compliment. Most precious of all is their easily satisfied nature, which allows them to always find happiness in the simple gestures of others. 　　Learn to find happiness in self-satisfaction. Self-doubt is a major weakness of human nature. Those who doubt themselves can never concentrate on doing things, let alone ...

 　　Meeting is for parting, and parting is for a better meeting, and I know you are my most beautiful meeting. 　　That year in high school was our first encounter. It wasn't a chance meeting like in novels or TV dramas. I remember you sent a text message to the wrong person; I don't remember the exact words, but I know you apologized. That was the first time I saw you face-to-face. Perhaps it was fate, but we later sat together and became deskmates. When I first sat next to you, I noticed you were crying. Being soft-hearted, I thought you were crying because you missed your previous deskmate or because you disliked me. I remember asking you why you were crying, but you didn't seem inclined to answer. I wondered if I was too annoying. I nervously said, "If you really dislike me, I'll tell the teacher I won't sit with you anymore." Not long after, you told me you weren't crying because of me, but because you had argued with your friend. At that moment, I t...

 　　I'm 23 years old this year and have had three boyfriends. The first one was in my first year of high school, but I broke up with him after about a month because I felt he wasn't mature enough. The next two were after I turned 20, and they started discussing marriage and children with me after less than two months. I admit that I broke up with them because I'm afraid of marriage and don't want children. 　　Growing up, I've never been well-regarded by my parents, whether in studies or life. They've almost never felt that I brought them joy; it seems like my arrival in this world was a cruel punishment for them. Therefore, I've never thought about having my own children in the future because, based on my personal experience, I lack the confidence to be a good parent, not to have too many expectations of my children, and to be able to selflessly dedicate myself to them. In this regard, I don't care what others say; after all, life is your own, and only you...

 　　Everyone gets tired, 　　but we pretend to be . 　　Sometimes it's like having depression; 　　I suddenly feel down. 　　Occasionally, I feel like I have autism, 　　not wanting to talk or move. 　　When others ask, I don't know how to answer. 　　It's not feigned silence; I'm just powerless to express myself. 　　Perhaps everyone has a blind spot, a place they can't escape from, 　　and others can't enter. 　　I keep my deepest secrets there. 　　You don't understand me, 　　and I don't blame you.

 　　It never appeared again. 　　I lost the sky I once had, 　　the sky that belonged to me. 　　Its appearance was clear; 　　its color was blood red. 　　It was innocent yet fierce. 　　It would drag me into the abyss 　　because I no longer had 　　the courage to reach out to the sky 　　, nor the will to spread my wings to it. 　　When it became a second earth 　　, it lost its original azure color. 　　When the sky became earth 　　, it became a second, hateful world 　　, meaning that even the last hope 　　was gone. 　　When the sky became... For the sake of a second land, 　　you began to hate this world. 　　Without a single wing, 　　you abandoned it, 　　hating everything about it. 　　Yet, you didn't want to drag it into hell, 　　so you struggled aimlessly. 　　Even you didn't know how long this stalemate would last ; you 　　might fall at any moment. 　　But all you could do 　　was weakly struggle . You 　　disliked that world, 　　and you didn't want to fall into hell. You 　　were stuck in the darkness in between, ...

 　　On July 11, 2018, I said I was giving up. Perhaps it was my own restlessness coupled with various setbacks in my job search. I finally felt wronged. I thought, since they already dislike me, let it be. I wanted to go to Wutong Mountain with you, to walk that long, steep path, and when we reached the top, I would tell you, "We've come this far together, so let's not let go of each other's hands so easily." But alas, I didn't have the chance. It was all just my imagination, haha. Okay. So yesterday I went alone. I met many people along the way. Perhaps we had the same destination, but chose different paths, so we couldn't walk together. It's okay, it's my chosen path. I'll finish it alone. I met an older man who was surprised to see me alone. He asked, "Are you climbing the mountain alone?" I smiled and said yes. He said there were poisonous snakes. I said it was okay. Actually, at that moment, I didn't know what I was thinking. ...

 　　 Simplify, discard the false 　　 and retain the true. 　　 Unperturbed, 　　 indifferent, unconcerned, 　　 unnecessarily burdened. 　　 Even 　　 with graying hair and aging face, hope remains. 　　 Life is difficult, 　　 living is even harder! 　　　　　　　　　　 --Subheading: Believe that you can distroy evil, understand how to borrow it . Like rainbows, don't have only afterward. Break them yourself! Share the experience and pass the loss-making road. Have your own thoughts; the quality of a good friend is the most important question to choose. 　　 Having experienced bitterness and sweetness, there's a saying on Weibo: "Everything you possess today is the result of the seeds you sowed before; what happens tomorrow is the trace of the 'flowers' you picked yesterday!" Starting anew seems to require letting go to find something! Silently, a thousand sails pass by the sunken ship, ten thousand trees bloom before the withered tree. Reaching the sky in one step is wishful thinking; ...

 　　Silence is seen as cunning 　　, a smile as a show of force 　　, tears as a bizarre script 　　, bloodshed as poisonous bait 　　, concealment as nervousness. 　　Even the way one expresses love 　　is scorned and denied. 　　My noble lover, 　　you say you don't love this mask. 　　It's cold and lifeless, 　　sorrowful and bloodless, 　　filling you with fear. 　　When I humbly submit before you 　　and slowly tear it away, you utter such contemptuous laughter. 　　Look at these still-beating hearts. 　　I swallowed them one by one for you 　　, just to feel that fleeting warmth and 　　haze, to wipe the blood from my lips, 　　foolishly believing I was closer to the light. 　　Assuming no gender, 　　when a corpse sleeps in the forest 　　, a dwarf points at it and says, 　　"Look! 　　This monster looks like a clown. 　　Please make it up, 　　like the princess they speak of. If that 　　doesn't work 　　, then 　　make it look like a beautiful clown. 　　Is that alright?

 　　Yes , from 　　September 1, 2014 　　to August 2, 2018, a total of 1432 days. 　　The phrase "People change" encapsulates our entire story. 　　Time is truly a powerful thing; it can relentlessly dilute everything. What we desperately wanted before, we later realized we 　　didn't really need anymore. It's hard to say, hard to explain 　　. We've been through so much—breakups and reconciliations—we can't 　　say it all, we can't even remember it all. 　　Perhaps the best way to let go is to never start over. 　　Time remains merciless; 　　the apologies we owe have become things we can't repay. The 　　unspoken "It's okay" has become "too late. 　　" 　　If longing had a sound, you would find me noisy. Outwardly calm, inwardly in turmoil 　　… 　　Yes 　　, we both gained and lost. We grew 　　increasingly silent, increasingly unwilling to speak— 　　yes, we both... Each 　　with our own makeup, our own feelings, our own intentions— 　　yes, we both pretended to be...

  　　In the vibrant and beautiful years of our youth, we arrived in Ningbo, a port city, and we regarded it as the place where our dreams took flight. From now on, no matter how time flows or how things fade, whether you persevere or choose to become a pillar of a company, everything that happened here will remain a vivid memory for a lifetime, because here lies the most unforgettable "recollection" of our youth. 　　Unforgettable here is synonymous with "youth." Back then, we had dreams, confusion, deep thoughts, and playful antics; we ran alone around the square until we were breathless, and we shouted freely from the mountaintop. However, everything returned to nature, and one day we suddenly understood a truth: the path we had walked in life was not in vain; every step counted. Spring goes, summer comes, autumn comes, winter comes; green leaves turn yellow, maple leaves turn red. Time is fair in its arrangement; it waits for no one. Youth is fleeting, so if we choo...

 　　Every morning when he woke up, he would always be dressed in clothes she had washed for him, not only warm and comfortable but also exuding a charming fragrance. 　　He was amazed that his attire always matched his daily activities; for example, when receiving clients, he would wear a suit and tie; when inspecting the front lines, he would wear a zip-up jacket; and when "on camera" with employees at work, he would wear work clothes... 　　You see, he had to handle so many complicated matters every day, and by the end of the day, he was often exhausted, with no time to think about what to wear the next day. 　　That day, when he woke up, he couldn't find his clothes and frantically searched around. 　　He even went to look for them naked in his room, rummaging through the wardrobe, but couldn't find them anywhere. When he turned around, he suddenly realized that all his clothes had been "invited" out of the wardrobe and hung on a clothesline with hooks, a red bow ...