the way a person entertains in his spare time determines what his future looks like.

live seriously and be yourself, usually and on weekends.

This is the first time I stood in front of them in my favorite blue skirt. Mango girl smiled and said, "Ah, you stood there so beautifully that you didn't react for a moment."

I smiled, but my eyes were a little sour. Go down the stairs and open your arms to her. She put her hands around my shoulder and patted me on the back.

"I'm leaving." I said.

"ah! Why did you leave so soon? " She was surprised and wronged. "Banana told me a few days ago that you would come and join me next week. I just don't have to go to that unfamiliar place alone. I've never done anything like that, and now ... hey! "

she hung her head, frowned and pouted slightly. I am very distressed.

"Are you leaving?" Lemon girl came out and glanced at my bag.

"hmm"

silent.

"Come on, give me a hug"

"Ah! How so! Why did you leave so soon? I thought you could stay with me until July. "

The long tail still echoed in the air, and with some complaints, she hugged me hard. I heard her reluctance, and she said in her heart, don't go.

"I can't part with you." She finally said it, and there were a little crystal tears in her bright eyes.

I patted her on the back and comforted her: "Nothing, my family lives nearby, where you often wait for the bus. You can come to play with me at any time. "

then I turned and left. They walked me to the door, and I paused and said with a smile, "Remember to come to me." She answered, and there was no sound. When I walked a few more steps, I found them still at the door. Lemon girl gestured to me: you are great, love you!

I will smile. That's our way of praising each other. Whenever I need encouragement, or she thinks I'm great, there will always be such gestures. "Thank you, goodbye." Say the last sentence, wave to each other, and then really goodbye.

Miss Lemon, you once said that if you want to leave one day, remember to tell you and say goodbye.

I did it.

Do you remember the words of our favorite writer, Da Bing?

The fate is deep and shallow, but the fate is scattered, so don't climb with the fate. There's plenty of time, so I'll see you in the Jianghu.

cut a small rag from under the old clothes. Sweep the dust and wipe the floor with piety.

Bring a chair and throw clothes all over it. Fold them one by one and put them in the closet neatly and orderly.

Take a spoon to water the flowers, and the balcony should also be well taken care of: clean up the fallen flowers and leaves, and sweep away the soil blown down by the wind.

I feel very happy when I am trying to clean, as if my heart is about to jump out of my body and dance. This is my own warm little home. It's amazing! How beautiful!

In the first-tier cities, in the fierce environment of brutal competition, the hard heart, the wrapped heart, has slowly softened.

Blue walls, white mosquito nets, elegant pillows and green plants, the whole heart has melted, like a pool of slowly flowing spring water, flowing in every corner.

The new branches, leaves and branches of Jasmine are tender and green. Under the sunlight, you can see the lines on the back. Like a transparent jade. Blooming sun flowers, enjoy freely, just bloom, just stretch, just grow towards the sun. Thanks to the rose, the color gradually faded, bright red, light red to black red. Petals fall petal by petal. Fall on the balcony, or blow around with the wind.

outside the window, there are white houses, blue roofs and green coconut trees. Blue sky and white clouds, cool breeze in Xu Lai.

I can't help singing: Going home, there is no rain or shine.

No matter how hard it is outside, it can no longer control my mood at this moment. Life is so beautiful, it is natural to enjoy the present.

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I joined a micro-sharing group, and it will be my sharing at 8 pm. Teacher Li Xiaolai said, "Teaching is the best learning."

I wrote a word-for-word draft all afternoon in order to let the people who listened to the sharing come on an impulse and return home with a full load. First, I wrote carefully word by word, but I didn't want to stop writing, and I wrote more and more. My hands are sore and my spirit is tired. Looking back at the pages I have written, I can't help thinking: Why haven't I finished it yet? How long will it take to write?

that's all! I really don't want to write, so I spend it by brushing my mobile phone. There is a saying in the group, without a word, take a bubble, listen to the recording and lie down on the yoga mat to sleep.

The sun outside the window gradually faded, and I was immersed in the lazy and comfortable wind, continuing to escape the pain. Somehow, I felt bad, suddenly opened my eyes and sat up.

There is a voice shouting: Be sure to write a good word-for-word draft! Do a good job in this sharing! Other people's time is precious, and your opportunity is precious, so cherish it!

at last, I turned off my cell phone and wrote well.

this time, I am elated: how can I be so great? I'm sure it will play well tonight, and I can even make a slight revision of the manuscript and make headlines, so I rushed to the group and said, I want to make headlines! I want to set an example for today!

finally, it's time to move a small chair from the living room to the semi-balcony. While sharing, I am proud: how can my sharing be so great and how dare I have so many dry goods? After the sharing, there will be many people @ me, saying, You are great, and what you shared is very helpful to me.

I'm really happy and proud.

I'm even going to point out my last pronunciation and listen to it again. But I held back. I had to finish without stopping. The rhythm should be compact.

great! Almost every voice is close to 6 seconds. Perfect! Well done! How can I be so prepared?

it's over!

Seeing that there was no response from the bottom, I added a paragraph to the effect that I had finished sharing.

after waiting for a while, no one answered. Haven't they heard it all? All right, I'll wait.

from beginning to end, I listened to my sharing again, and my voice was powerful and quite capable.

I snickered alone, hahaha. It suddenly occurred to me that my friend was eating in the living room, so I shouldn't notice me. That's good. Keep smiling, and I feel happy to be bitten by mosquitoes.

however, after 3 minutes, there was still silence. I realized that the sharing results were not satisfactory. A little disappointed, didn't they hear my powerful voice? Don't they find me great? Didn't they listen? Then should I sort it out and send it out? Sad and depressed, self-doubting.

Slowly, I let go a little. It seems that my sharing is really a bit dull and failed to touch their hearts. Sharing is intentional, but it can't enter their hearts. Maybe I failed to grasp their needs.

well, it's a pity, but I'm also proud. I've never shared it so firmly and forcefully. Finally, I said with some pride: "Come and add me to WeChat! Remember to give me feedback if you have feelings. "

there has never been a moment so bold. My old self will definitely say to myself, are you good? Why do you think it's great? Are you influential? Why are you so arrogant?

well, just because I was stimulated, just because I fell, just because I looked ahead and lost a lot. This time, I also want to risk my life! Fuck what to do! Fuck him. Why? Fuck keeping a low profile. !

I want to bloom all the pent-up energy of life, let them see the sun, and enjoy their lives.

cherish the fate of every encounter, appreciate the blooming scenery everywhere, and enrich yourself growing up every moment.

if you go to the hall and get the kitchen, you can earn money to support your family and be beautiful. What a long road it is, and I'm on my way.

I believe that time can be seen. Plant the seeds of hard work and wait for the gorgeous flowers to bloom.