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I once thought, when is the best time?
18 years old suddenly flashed in my brain.
The most beautiful age.
Walking on the street, I will feel envious when I see people younger than me.
What they have is the youth that I can't get back.
You can laugh and cry wantonly. A boy in a white shirt, a tsundere girl.
A lot of time can be wasted.
Love is pure and beautiful.
Friendship is simple and casual.
There is no need to speculate about the world of adults, and there is no need to run around for a living. The girl's short hair with ears is the time I miss day and night, and the canvas shoes are the most dazzling light.
I like to walk in the lively streets.
A street full of people coming and going. Vendors from all walks of life are on both sides of the road. They sell all kinds of stuff.
Old people, children, women, men Different people's faces, different life trajectories.
That baked gluten is delicious.
It's been a long time since I saw them set up a stall.
I do not know why.
I bought a lot of spicy sticks. Even if you can't eat spicy food, you still eat one bag after another. A lot of sweat broke out on my foreheadand then the next day I was greeted with a face full of pimples.
? Try cooking, fried shredded pork with potatoes, roasted carrots with spring bamboo shoots, braised fish in brown sauce, fried chicken legs
If you fail, there will always be a chance to come back.
Peeling potatoes can be cut by hand.
Fried chicken legs will burn your arms
But that doesn't stop me from wanting to cook.
Although the dishes made every time are far from the recipes. but luckily
At least, I no longer fear cooking. This is a good start, even a whimsical one, maybe opening a restaurant if you lose your job in the future.
The incision on the finger has already healed. And the burn on the arm is still like a naughty child, sometimes bleeding, sometimes inflamed, sometimes scabbed
No matter what, it will definitely leave a scar. Much like a seal of honor bestowed by others.
Besides, when the wound heals, you can leave the teacher
The weather is hot and annoying.
Chapped lips.
There are many things that I can't understand, and I feel that if I think about it, I will only ask for trouble, so it is better not to think about it.
A little simpler, a little more happiness.
I would love to go back to being 18.
Start everything from scratch and choose another life trajectory.
Can go very far.
Free, free and easy.
Like a wandering poet, he will travel all over China's large and small cities.
Write countless beautiful poems to comfort the lost people.
I can be ordinary, ordinary.
? Do your best to protect your inner peace and tranquility.
Don't get lost in the beginning because of the prosperity.
Do not lose your determination to move forward due to difficulties.
Don't be afraid of the happiness of staying together because of parting.
Don't be afraid of the future road because of gains and losses.
Don't decide your future life by success or failure.
Why eighteen is the most beautiful age. Because of innocence and simplicity.
Heart out to anyone.
Love is love.
Hate is hate.
I never put effort into my appearance. Because I know that youth and beauty are just short-lived scenery.
In addition, I was already very euphemistic in appearance. We can only let nature take its course and obey God's will.
From eighteen to twenty-nine years old. Eleven years go by so fast.
Since I was 23 years old, I rarely look in the mirror. So in essence I'm in a state of self-delusion.
I devote my time to reading.
This has allowed me to gain a lot.
Walk along this street, keep walking, can you reach the ideal shore?
Can I stay for someone?
?Life does not stop abruptly, it moves forward along the channel of time
My steps are getting heavier and heavier.
Those who cannot see the fog that blocks me will always be uncovered.
I can't go back to being 18.
Have some sweet dreams about being 18.
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, I feel thirsty and sad. There was no tea in the cup and a pack of milk. Milk is viscous and it slides down the throat. The stomach was suddenly agitated by the liquid.
It's two o'clock in the morning. Two o'clock in the morning.
All are noisy by a layer of wonderful thoughts.
Who am I missing?
Who will miss me again?
Right and wrong, right and wrong
The grotesque city lights illuminate the darkness, but they cannot illuminate the future.
I am lying in a beautiful dream, becoming one with the long night, mixed with endless loneliness, dreaming about eighteen years old
Dreams always wake up.
People always leave.
No one's love will last forever.
Youth is beautiful.
Worthy of nostalgia.
The most beautiful thing is the rainbow after the storm
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