In study, work or life, diary is a Chinese word. It is time to write a diary seriously. I believe many people find it difficult to write a diary, right? Below is the space emotion log I collected for everyone. The most beautiful memory is you. It is for reference only. Let’s take a look together. Spatial Emotional Diary: The Most Beautiful Memory of You Chapter 1

In fact, I don’t like words very much, and I am not a quiet and quiet woman. Although she is worldly, she still retains the palace deep in her heart in her words, even though she is cold. , I always like to rely on words when I miss you, capture the moonlight charm in my memory alone, and pick up the fragrance of words and ink. You say that I look strong but my words are fresh and elegant. In fact, this is not the case. It’s just that I am too weak after letting go of my longing, so I can only use it as a shield to make myself stronger. Only through words can you and I meet and stay together forever, otherwise it will just be two people looking at each other with tears in their eyes, standing across a fateful river, and who will we stand for a long time? The shore, looking at the fading youth on the other side, gradually becomes the passing agarwood in the memory. Whether you understand or not, whether I say anything or not, I just put my palms together and sigh deeply in a distant tone.

The two lines of Gudeng’s thin pen are filled with tears of lovesickness, and the ink dripping from the pen is stained with thoughts. Looking for the warmth left by the years in the letter you gave me, gently holding its face, a pure lotus will slowly bloom in my heart, keeping a peaceful place in the ink-stained lovesickness, waiting for you peacefully On the day of return, if you leave, I will wither. If you don't come, how can I bloom? In my lifetime, I can wait for this lovesickness in the end of the world with a peaceful attitude. It can't be said to be accidental joy, but it is also a blessing in three lifetimes. We meet each other lightly, know each other lightly, and stay with each other lightly. Even if things are different and people are different, remembering them is warm, which is enough. The most beautiful memory of Space Emotional Diary is you, Part 2

So I used a stroke of longing to copy your appearance, a strong and full forehead, a straight and strong eyebrow arch, an angular and square jaw, and a standard standing-to-seven ratio. The lines are somewhat face-to-face in the majesty between your eyebrows, from deep to shallow. The brush is swaying in the autumn wind, the colors go from dark to light, but the affection goes from light to deep.

Passionate lines outline the summer after the rain on the street. I hold a small floral umbrella, wear a pure white dress, and have shoulder-length hair dancing in the summer wind. You Say it's how you like it. The afternoon sun shines down obliquely from the top of the umbrella at a 45° angle, giving it a warm and warm yellow color, which has the qualities of an oil painting. I was looking forward to our romantic dialogue after the rain. At this time, you turned your head and I panicked. In an instant, my world surged. Your relaxed tone calmed down the waves. You asked me: "Zeng Erqian" "Do you want to eat watermelon? I'll buy you one." Before I could react, he pulled me and bought a big watermelon that made me cry. On that summer day after the rain, I squatted on the street with a guy named Chen Erfeng and ate a large piece of watermelon. As soon as the time lens turned, this moment was frozen in the warm-toned summer filled with the fragrance of melons. The memories have been reluctant to change for a long time. Those tidbits of memories are all about you looking at me from a 45° angle and saying with a smile, Zeng Erqian, you are so stupid. Unintentionally, I caught the slightest hint of pity at the end of this sentence. I know I'm a little stupid, but I know you just like my little stupidity. In that summer, I quietly collected a sentence for you. You always ask me on purpose, but actually, I know you know. The most beautiful memory of Spatial Emotional Diary is You, Part 3

Draw deep feelings on a piece of paper, and stare into your eyes. The scenery painted has gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, and the prosperity has disappeared, just like your warm smile. In your warm smile, I met the time when summer flowers were blooming that year. On the left bank, by the lake in Taoliyuan, you took me He picked him up and said pretending to be angry: If you poke me again, I will throw you into the lake! I groaned and refused. If you really throw me into the lake, then you have to jump in and fish me out. Then I will definitely cry and complain to your mother. In the end, you will shake your head helplessly: Hey, you won. I was so proud, Chen Erfeng, you are destined to be bullied by me in this life. As time goes by, these unromantic memories become the past in the fleeting years.

Use paintings to compose, and draw you a crystal clear poem, punctuated by my lovesickness, let those soft and bright sentences revive in your warm smile, the comma means waiting, period , then, meet. The most beautiful memory of Space Emotion Diary is You, Part 4

After a few autumn rains, the weather became a little cooler.

I like the coolness of early autumn, when the sky is clear and high, birds fly by lightly, and clouds float in big flowers. The days when you are not around also gradually become cooler in the light autumn.

In the autumn afternoon, the smell of sunshine began to spread. Some light passed through the glass and cast some mottled shadows on the desk, giving the empty cabin a warm atmosphere.

Out the window, the sky is blue, distant mountains are faint, and a river of autumn water flows gently. I really like the city I live in. The Jialing River and Fujiang River pass through the city, making the flashy city a little more peaceful and gentle.

I often sit quietly in front of the window, blowing the river breeze, listening to the sound of flowing water, and looking up at the bright sky. Recall our stories and think about the days we spent together.

Some people say that a woman who likes to look at the sky must have a lot on her mind. Maybe. Maybe not. In fact, life is an emotion, and life is a river. Some emotions will always follow the river to distant places, slowly fading to no trace over the years. Fading away at the same time are the past, the memories, the time, and the stories in the time.

I always feel that I am a particularly nostalgic person. I always like to go back and forth in a fleeting period. In fact, it’s not that you can’t step out of yourself, but that you are unwilling to step out. I remember myself many years ago, walking alone in silence, trekking through mountains and rivers, through wind and rain. Along the way, my footsteps wandered and my mind wandered. I was never disturbed by the scenery on the way. The days were calm, but also flowing with simplicity and purity. of happiness.

A person just walks through autumn after autumn lightly, so lonely, so quiet, so indifferent, but also fulfilling to himself.

In fact, meeting in the world is like meeting a firework. After a moment of splendor, there is eternal loneliness. Of all the beautiful spaces, the most beautiful memory of the emotional diary is you, Chapter 5

This year is my happiest year. In many years, we have not arranged as many travel schedules as this year. Thinking about it carefully, it is quite rewarding.

Traveling is not only for broadening your horizons and seeing the diverse world, but also for your mood and keeping those beautiful things in your memory.

In fact, we also know that the scenery left in memory will gradually fade with the passage of time. Even if you still clearly remember the beautiful period, it must be because of that beautiful scenery. In the scenery, there are different people and things that will not make you forget.

In my spare time, I always flip through the pictures stored on my computer, the scenery I have walked through, the people I have met, and the things I have experienced, whether they are happy or sad. Yes, it’s all a process. But there will be different discoveries every time, which will make you feel that there are always some scenery that we often ignore. Even the people in the photo, those unfamiliar faces, were brought into the scenery in a natural situation, without being charming or artificial, and were frozen together with the scenery, preserving a permanent memory.

The same is true for the short decades of life. How many people would be taken away under such circumstances; how many people would be taken away under such circumstances. Maybe you and I just passed each other by, or maybe we passed by at a glance, or maybe we have never seen it, but it is always so sweet in our memory.

I don’t know how many people I have brought back, and I don’t know how many people I have been taken away by.

But I like this life. Because I have you in my memory, I am wonderful! The most beautiful memory of Space Emotional Diary is You Chapter 6

I lay quietly on the bed, looking at the night outside the window. There were no stars and moon, but it was as dead as a painting. Where were the people in the painting? Woolen cloth? A flash of light flashed on the window, bringing my thoughts back to reality. I seemed to realize something and quickly climbed out of bed. Just when I heard a small voice coming from the window, "Here we come." I was afraid that he was impatient. I stopped wearing slippers and groped around randomly in the dark room. With the dim light from the window and the fact that I didn't have night blindness, I quickly found the light source. But I didn't touch it. Instead, I pushed it away and ran to open the door. After opening the door, I fetched the dishes and chopsticks on a whim. At this time, a slightly tired voice with a hint of excitement reached my ears. I didn't know if I heard correctly, but I just replied, "Yeah." "Let's go, brother, cook the rice while you hold the lamp." Of course I didn't refuse. I knew that his craftsmanship, although not very good, could at least satisfy my very picky appetite. . Also, he has always had confidence in his cooking skills.

I ran back into the room to get the light, and when I came out I saw something in his hand, and I followed him to the kitchen. He holds the shovel and I hold the lamp.

At this time, I discovered: now is the age of his youth - 18 years old. This age should be a time of struggle and working hard for your dreams. And where is he now? Life is full of melancholy. For the sake of your own life, you have to give up your goals and ideals. In many unknown nights, I was worried. As I thought about it, I fell into a trance. I don’t know how long it took, but a bowl of noodles appeared in front of me. I took a small bite and asked, “Is it okay?” He asked tentatively. "Well, it's okay." I didn't look up and realized that he wasn't beside me either. Then I raised my head and looked at his figure gradually walking away. I felt a little distressed but couldn't cry. An ordinary boy, a square family background, and an ordinary job are dispensable in this world. The most beautiful memory of Spatial Emotion Diary is You, Chapter 7

One afternoon in early spring, the weather was warm.

After Teacher Bai assigned the homework, he actually said that Ge Peixue would go to Canada to settle and go to school next Tuesday, and the class meeting was a farewell party for Lao Ge.

Everyone in the class was stunned, and even the air seemed to freeze. We all looked at Ge Peixue with surprised eyes, but he smiled but did not answer.

In my impression, Ge Peixue is a lively, cute and laughing person, and he is also our monitor! His expression is changeable. It is better to say that he is easily diverted. For example, he was scolding everyone seriously just now, but now he is laughing because of someone's antics. He laughs so funny! Look, the two small eyes are narrowed into a slit, the mouth is curved, and the dimples are still clearly visible!

Time flies, and the class meeting started on Friday afternoon.

Hey, why is the class so lively? It turns out that Ge Peixue is laughing heartily! The laughter infected everyone in the class and broke the melancholy atmosphere in the classroom.

Then, Luo Jiayan and other talented girls adapted the song "Clap Your Hands, Clap Your Hands" that they had just learned in music class into "Goodbye, Goodbye". The lyrics they adapted showed their reluctance to part with Ge Peixue, and we sang passionately, with tears flowing everywhere.

After that, the students began to tell the past stories about their childhood and Ge Peixue. Every word of those words could make a person burst into tears!

Ge Peixue, no matter where you are, your heart is connected with us. I hope that in the long years to come in Canada, you will not forget us, nor will you forget that you are a Chinese. Use our Chinese customs and etiquette to infect Canadians and everyone else!

Goodbye, my friend! The most beautiful memory of Space Emotional Diary is You, Chapter 8

A red sun is hanging high in the sky, and the fiery needle of light is scorching the earth, making everything gasp for breath. With his head drooped and silent, he wandered listlessly on the road of life. His eyes were blurred. Why is the halo so dazzling? Why don't you give people a chance to breathe? Look at the branches on the roadside that have long since lost their vitality. They are silently enduring the torture of the love you brought to her. She can't grow normally without you. Why are you so unbridled? Don't let people feel your coldness, don't always think that people praise your light for nourishing all things, but you should always care about the seeds of love that are protected by you. Please be less indifferent and more caring. You must believe that if you pay, you will be rewarded! Your behavior will be seen by another enthusiastic person, and she will use her weak body to absorb your heat.

The wind comes strolling, she gently blows by your ears, coming quietly, silently fanning you away the irritability and anxiety in your heart, the thousands of green branches are You dance, a smile ripples on your face, and joy overflows into your heart like microwave accompaniment. Thin ripples are your gentle fingertips sliding across your heart, like a clear spring flowing into the distance, extinguishing your needle-like light. My heart flies into the distance, as if telling you, my dear, don't forget that I am the memory of the wind. I have washed away your sorrow? Do you always remember that I am the most beautiful and sweetest phoenix girl in your heart?

I don’t want to take away half of the grass around you. I just want to gently lift your fluttering skirt forever, leaving the beauty in your gentle eyes and thinking about it all the time. With me as your companion, the scenery will be infinitely glorious. , I am the wind girl in June, please cherish my insignificant tenderness better than the ocean... The most beautiful memory of the space emotion diary is you Chapter 9

It was almost noon when I happened to meet an old friend, and I was dragged to him. A small gathering at her house.

I have the habit of reading before lunch break. My old friend was afraid that the books he picked would not suit my taste, so he simply picked up a bunch of books and said, "Choose for yourself!"

I opened a book at random, and the content was familiar. I put it down and picked up another book. There was my signature on the first page (I am used to writing my name on the books I buy). I flipped through several books and found that they were all mine!

"When did I lend you so many books?" I couldn't help but scream to my friend!

“I can’t remember clearly.” My friend replied disdainfully and yawned.

When I look through my books at a friend’s house, the content is no longer important. I held them as if I were seeing a long-lost child. Pity, reluctance, mixed with the joy of regaining something came up together. Suddenly I remembered Mr. Mark Twain's words: "Never lend books to friends, you will know why when you come to my study!"

Before leaving, I deliberately messed up the books. Watch her clean up quickly while chatting with me. Looking forward to her final return to Zhao.

Ten, nine, eight, seven... two, one point five...

My old friend completed a series of actions of putting the book back on his bookshelf in my attention ceremony. . Skilled and calm! Then he spread his hands and made a puzzled look at my dull expression. Seeing her nonchalant and innocent face, I was instantly relieved: It turns out that this is the highest state of friendship - seamless! My old friend calmly interpreted this state of mind. So thorough. Clear and vivid...

I thought of Mr. Ma's words again. Now I have another understanding! "If you have a chance, go to a friend's house and read a book!" I said to myself with a smile. Spatial Emotion Diary: The most beautiful memory is you, Chapter 10

I think of my class representative. He is cute and neat. I like him very much. However, at the beginning of school, my impression of him was not very good or deep. It just so happens that the most real feelings in the end are often the ones you don't like at the beginning. It's just like the impression one of my fellow colleagues had on me, and of course, it's also the same as my impression on her, and now, it's rare. So, who says the first impression is the most important? I remember that all the teachers except me chose class representatives. I felt that the class representative was the student who spent the longest time with the teacher and should be carefully considered. Later, everything went smoothly and he brought me a lot of laughter.

Now that I think about it, none of the scenes I once imagined have become reality. Yes, life always continues unexpectedly, making people surprised and worried. For example, I didn’t expect to meet the children from Qi San and get to know my colleagues who laughed with me. That's how love is, once it has an unforgettable and beautiful beginning, it is difficult to end just because of a turn. I spent my birthday here and opened the first page of 2014 here after New Year’s Eve. I also learned the morning reading before dawn every night, the bright starry sky without street lights every night, the empty campus every time after school, and your martial arts exercises.

Goodbye, start packing and return. Everything here will be the same as before. The only difference is that there is another figure in Qi San's English class. She is more energetic and passionate. They still read aloud and smile brightly. I have also returned to my original normal life and study track. The difference is that this place has strengthened my confidence in taking the postgraduate entrance examination and given me the strength to strive for the future.

In life, there is always a piece of sky. It is the blue that I have never seen before; there is always a place, a land that I will never step on again; there are always some people who, after meeting them, can only rely on fate to see each other again. And I am so willing to remember all this for the rest of my life. The most beautiful memory of Spatial Emotion Diary is You, Chapter 11

Unknowingly, I have been getting along with my classmates from Grade 2 and Grade 5 for nine weeks, although I can only spend an hour with them every week. Perhaps it is precisely because time is so short that it becomes even more precious.

In these nine weeks, I had a great time getting along with the children of Peicai.

They are all sophomores in high school. Because they are similar in age, I often do not regard myself as their teacher, but treat them like my own classmates; and they are in science classes, and the older students in the class Some of my classmates are boys and they are very tall, so I prefer to regard them as my classmates. However, this led to the phenomenon of students in the class running away or even talking in groups during class. I reflected on my class method and felt that my class method was actually more or less unreasonable. Teachers must maintain the momentum that a teacher should have during class. After class, we can play with students and become good friends with them. In fact, these are not contradictory. We should proceed from the interests of students and maintain the posture that a teacher should have. During these nine weeks, I deeply felt the importance of teacher skills to teachers. When a teacher stands on the podium, he has experience in imparting knowledge. To impart knowledge better, we must master the technology of imparting knowledge. Such techniques cannot be learned by reading books. We must carry out more practice and practice skills in a targeted manner. In such a lecture, I think I gained a lot. I learned a lot about my weaknesses and also better understood the direction of my efforts.

In the passage of time, every memory has the value of collection. Every lovely person and every lovely thing is a beautiful existence. I like this experience and the students in Class 5, Each of their young lives has infinite charm. May their youth be freer. Spatial Emotional Diary: The Most Beautiful Memory of You Chapter 12

In my hometown, in my childhood memories, the happiest moments during the Spring Festival every year are not only New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, but also the second day of the Lunar New Year. one day.

The custom in our country is that children go to their grandparents’ houses with their parents to visit relatives. For adults, the meaning is to visit their parents’ families in time after the New Year, but when we were children, what we looked forward to was our grandparents. How much New Year's money can grandma and uncles and aunts give? In order to get the long-awaited red envelope in time, as soon as we step into the door of grandma's house, we will take the initiative to kowtow to pay New Year greetings. While kneeling in front of the elders, we will still remember in our hearts. Thinking about whether the New Year's money this year will be a little more than the previous year.

Although all the New Year’s money must be handed over to my parents in the end, I can warm it in my hands, take out the money when no one is around, and count it countless times. There is always an indescribable feeling in my heart. Table of happiness.

Now that we are all in our thirties, many of our peers have their own children. Whenever we are preparing to distribute red envelopes to the younger generations, we can’t help but daydream about when our elders will be able to do so again. Give us a chance to count the lucky money. However, this can only become a permanent fantasy. The once kind and kind grandparents and grandparents have left us. The beauty of childhood can no longer be reproduced. What is left to us is not only the happiness in memory, but also a little bit of sadness. sad.

Whenever the laughing relatives and friends gradually disperse, we can’t help but imagine that if we are allowed to return to that innocent age, we must use all the new year’s money to honor the elders who love us. Although the money is not much, at least I no longer feel guilty.

At the beginning of the new year, everything is renewed. While we remember the past, we must also do everything in front of us and give back the happiness we have received to the elders who care and care about us. The most beautiful memory of Space Emotional Diary is You, Chapter 13

Sunday is Father’s Day. After a late sleep, I got up and called my dad. Actually, this is not the point. The point is that my mother called me specifically and asked me if I had called my father. Really, how could I forget such an important day!

It’s so sad to see my father and mother. My sister is married and not at home. I am in college and not at home. We were originally a family of four, but now there are only two elderly people left at home... Because of work, my mother has not been at home these days, and my father is the only one left at home... Alas, alas! Fortunately, my sister went home to accompany him, and the two of us even had a Teppanyaki meal, which felt pretty good~~

Actually, the most important thing to me that day was not because of my father , but because of my mother. Mom is a careless person! I have always been nagging me, but since I went to college, I have been nagging me, especially this semester.

In fact, I am really touched, nagging, it makes me moved.

Maybe it’s because I’m old; maybe it’s because I’ve been away for a long time and miss me; or maybe something else…

In the end, my mother said two sentences repeatedly, "I don't ask much from you, just two!", "Be safe and study hard!"

I couldn't help crying after hearing this, and I said coquettishly, "Then I also want two. A request! ""Be safe and be healthy!"

Okay, this is the agreement between the two of us. You, me, promise, my favorite mother~~~ The most beautiful memory of Space Emotional Diary is you, Chapter 14

The winter spirit speeds up its departure under the various urgings of the spring sunshine. No, after a rain and snow, there have been several days of bright sunshine. Especially today, it feels so warm! After being bored at home for several days, after lunch, I felt the urge to go outside and feel the sunshine. So, I put on my coat and walked out.

Walking in the sunshine, feeling the bright sunshine all the way, the leisurely heart is as light as pure. Close your eyes, feel the tranquility and comfort brought by the sunshine, and experience a state of mind that is elegant yet heavy, peaceful yet fiery! Immediately, I felt moved in my heart. I was lucky enough to see the calmness and beauty of the bright sun; I was lucky enough to experience the warmth and comfort brought by the sun! Before, I had always lamented everything I had missed, but now it seems that I have not missed it, only the glitz and illusion of the world!

Winter has passed and spring has arrived. Time uses its inherent posture to resolve the ups and downs, joys and sorrows of life in an instant... The wind blew by, and I couldn't help but feel a little cold. I shook my hand and hugged my shoulders. I knew I should go back. .

After dinner, I sat down, typed out the moist words in my heart with my hands, and carefully recorded the feelings lingering in my heart. That feeling of emotion is also spreading silently in my heart... The most beautiful memory of Space Emotional Diary is you, Chapter 15

Why should I keep listening to "Those Years". Maybe hearing it brings up many strange thoughts, memories that are neither happy nor sad.

It’s very plain, but I’m still willing to go in and listen quietly.

The holiday life is too empty. I would like to say that you live a more fulfilling life. In fact, I just expect you to say nothing. You don’t know what I am like. In fact, I am the same as you. In this case, I just want to hear you say it.

Choose science without any preparation, and face military training and the start of school, unfamiliar pushing and resistance. I imagined how I would face everything new with hope, and high school was regarded as a rebirth. Thinking about it, I also want to do it.

I don’t want to face the inner monologue.

By chance, I downloaded a few Peicai’s wake-up songs. When I feel very confused, I want to listen to these songs. It works, although there's nothing warm about it. Why do the fragments that quickly replay and jump in the mind make people feel powerless and intoxicated.

The song "Those Years" is a song that has been played countless times by an announcer who we think is lovelorn. That's why it carries more wordless memories. Unspeakable feelings and the dusk of every third grade of junior high school. Just like time and space that cannot be traversed, such an eternal stalking, my memory. It has you, you, and you in it. To each of you, I want to use the second person.