Love comes too fast, like a tornado. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You can't leave the storm circle, and you can't escape.

I can't think anymore, I can't think anymore.

I don't, I don't, I can't.

Love goes too fast, like a tornado.

I can't bear it, I have nowhere to hide.

I don't think anymore, I don't think anymore.

I don't, I don't, I don't think about you anymore......

Now, I'm obsessed with this song from a long time ago. I used to feel that this song was very ordinary, not good, and the melody was nothing special.

Maybe after a long time, my feeling ability has become stronger, and I realize that the original melody is so beautiful and so good. The key is to see if you have the heart to listen to the words of each note and experience the emotions in it.

Or, the same goes for knowing a person.

Gan understands me, which can be described as speed. And I know her, but it's just acceleration in the opposite direction.

It's been a long time since the first year of high school, and my mentality has become sad again for some reason. More and more reluctant to the past, more and more to escape the present, and then, withdrawn.

I'm starting to go out of the hallway less and listen to humorous buddies talking, I'm starting to fantasize about another me talking to myself, and I'm starting to write more sad words...... I started and forgot about being happy......

If the mentality is not good, the inferiority complex will be worse, so I took off my glasses and showed my true face. It's not self-confidence, it's more inferiority.

Originally, wearing glasses can not only hide it, but also make people think that I am more handsome without glasses. However, low self-esteem taught me one fact: I'm not handsome.

On weekend nights, I still go shopping alone, and I stupidly think that I might meet Di in the crowd. The heart that doesn't want to dock wanders around, seeking answers without questions.

On the banks of the Geumgang River, it's not bad to listen to some pedestrians singing. Because I can hear a lot of new songs that I will like, such as "Can You Give Me Time for a Song" and "Love Hurts Too Much". At that time, the single song loop on my phone was always at my service.

At night, it's always easy to make people "think too much", just like now. I still want to "write a poem for you", "can you give me time for a song", "ibelieve" ican, because I, "only have feelings for you".

In this sentimental world, I have low self-esteem, I feel self-pitying, and I think that no one wants to understand me. So, I'm silent, I'm cold, I'm withdrawn. Turn all the thoughts in your heart into the words you want. Finally, sing your own praises to yourself. That's the pessimistic side of me, and I've never let people into the pessimistic half of my heart.

However, Gan is an exception that I can't figure out.

She really easily entered my pessimistic world, silently counting my scars, and I didn't even know it.

The note is her magic weapon. The words written on the slip of paper are illusory, and I, however, am a person who puts the truth on the unreal. In other words, I am more real and emotional in the virtual world than I am in the real world.

She learned about my past through the note, and I couldn't have imagined that I would be willing to tell her. Perhaps, I really wished I could talk about it at the time.

Her note, if it hadn't been passed through the hands of several people, would have been a graceful arc in the air and fell beside me while the teacher was writing on the blackboard. It's as if the angel's wings are watching over me, and they always remind me that the angels are always there for me to watch over me.

After chatting for a long time, there will be more. The accumulation is no less than 100 tickets, but the record continues......

Slowly, I started to care about her.

What does this mean?

It's like the moon in the early hours of the morning, it's bright and beautiful! But you can only see a few stars.

At different stages of human growth, does God always send an angel down to bring him to grow, and then quietly return to heaven after he grows, ready to help others grow?

The thoughts in the weekly diary did not mean to decrease, but became stronger and stronger. The Chinese teacher hasn't read my weekly diary for a long time, but there are readers, and it's Gan.

What I express in my weekly diary is the feeling of missing Di, just like missing a good friend, and there is no mention that I like her. Not at all......

After reading my weekly diary, she would draw some sentences in my weekly diary with a pencil and write down her feelings after reading it. Or, ask me questions inside.

One of the questions was asked, "Do you like her?" and I ...... Weakly denied the ......

After reading my weekly diary, she would also let me read her weekly diary, and took the initiative to tell me that she had liked a boy in junior high school. However, it belongs to that kind of crush. After graduating from junior high school, I haven't seen much of it.

I don't know why she told me this, but she made me more sentimental, to be sure. Even, I couldn't figure out what I was thinking, and I suddenly felt so lost. It was as if I had to go through such a stage in my life.

The sky is not always clear, there is always a time for rain, but don't run away from it, accept the baptism of heaven, there will be a new world.

The mood is a little sleepy, but there is not only one angel in life.

Everyone is an angel and is bringing growth to some people. I believe.

Brother Jiong, who was at the same table before, was very good with me and talked to me about my heart. I also told him that I have a flower called Oolong. Huhu, he still prefers to call me Xinong.

He taught me a truth: acquired hard work can make up for congenital defects.

The tips of my fingers, the knuckles closest to the nail, cause the back knuckles to bend when bent. A lot of people do the same. But Brother Jiong's fingertips can be bent without bending the finger joints in the back, that is, he can control the fingers to only move the fingertips, and the back finger joints do not move. I thought he was born like this, but it turned out that he practiced it!

He taught me how to practice, and I practiced for a long, long time, until I was in college, and I was able to do it. But I really can't believe that the magic of hard work is so powerful!

Similarly, a good table mate in junior high school taught me how to move my ears, and now, I can do it.

The people who bring you growth in life are angels, and I believe in it.

It's just that some angels pass by you, and some angels seem to have left, but they seem to be still by your side for you to grow.

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