I went to bed at nine o'clock last night and slept until seven o'clock in the morning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but such a long sleep time can only make me groggy, and I am still a little sleepy. In the past few years, I have rarely slept so calmly, and if I hadn't been tired yesterday, I don't think I would have fallen asleep so early. When I got up, I sat in my chair in a daze and let go. I was thinking hard about what I needed to write, and after thinking for a long time, my memory seemed to dry up, and my inspiration disappeared without a trace. People always have seven emotions and six desires, but what are the seven emotions? I don't want to know. But I can be sure that all my **** will not exceed seven emotions and six desires.

I've liked a lot of people, both men and women. The relationship with a man, liking is more of an appreciation, and after a long time, they become close friends. The relationship with a woman, liking is more of a kind of amorous and commotion, after a long time, I become a stranger, and the best ending can barely become a friend, but she has become someone else's bride, and I am forgotten. I would like to take a moment to summarize the beginning and end of my relationship with a woman and give an explanation to my single self.

The first time I experienced liking and liking was in the third grade of elementary school, when my life was just beginning, and I didn't really understand anything, but I was curious about everything that existed in the world. That summer, my classmates wrote the names of me and the girl on the blackboard, and there was another bad laugh. I knew it was going to be an unspoken rule. When I saw the name behind my name, I turned around and saw that she glanced at me very proudly, and there was no trace of affection for me in her eyes. The girl was dark-skinned, with a face, and her temper could be seen from her expression, which belonged to that kind of violent temper, but how violent it was, I don't know, under the forced pull of a group of classmates, my emaciated body was lifted alive in front of the girl, and I could only hear the bad laughter of a group of people. Then I felt a sharp pain in my lungs, and the girl kicked me hard in the fatal spot, and I saw from the laughter that the girl with the noodle was blushing, and she was glaring at me hard, but I don't think she realized that she had hurt me deeply. I'm like a male donkey who was forcibly pulled to mate, then hit with a fatal blow and ended up hysterical with pain.

The girl had moved after that term, and she didn't say goodbye to us or say goodbye to me before she left there. Her departure, after the beginning of the second semester, more or less smeared a trace of sadness on my young heart, which was somewhat similar to that of widowhood. I can't remember whether I had a liking for her at the time, but I missed her in the time since she left, and my heart was still beating violently when her name came to my ears again years later.

I am an amorous person, and my amorous nature is reflected in the fact that I like many people, so much so that in the end I don't know if I have ever liked someone.

That year, we were about to graduate from junior high school. We all grew up in a blooming heart, that kind of pure love rippled in our hearts, but there was always a lack of clarity, the timidity of that age left us endless beauty, we from the crush to the later indifference, perfect, left the beauty in that pure and immaculate memory.

When I went to high school, I learned the basic format of love letters, spent an afternoon of self-study, wrote a love letter with feelings, and quietly followed her after self-study in the evening, and took advantage of the gap when she was walking alone, I ran over and stuffed the love letter to her, and she ruthlessly threw my wisdom into the muddy water. I fled in a hurry, panicked like a criminal who had attempted rape.

Later, in the face of my strong perseverance, I finally handed the love letter to her. However, when what I liked was in full swing, I heard the sound of the storm, and my heart ached no longer, and after several sluggish evening self-study, I bravely gave up on you. The moment I decided to give up, I didn't even see your face clearly, but I deeply remembered the way you walked, much like a friend of mine......

I forgot all the affection before, and gave the only place in my heart to a person thousands of miles away, and those years of hardship and long journeys left a deep mark on my life. Even if we love each other, and love vigorously, it can't escape my strong premonition, we are just drunk and looking at the sword. When she pretended to cry and leave me in pain, I still beckoned with my thin body, please don't go! Please don't go! It turns out that those years were just like a dream, and I don't mention it.

Many people's emotions are clearer and clearer the more they grow, and the more they grow up, the more sophisticated they become. And I, after experiencing these small rains and waves, became more and more confused. I began to doubt all passions, constantly being amorous, constantly being ruthless. I was afraid, my heart was hanging, I was trembling. Always worried about gaining and losing, and fearing, afraid of being inexplicably abandoned.

Well, from now on, shuffle the cards! Life needs such a resolute shuffle. Let all the misery and embarrassment disappear, and I'm ready to bet again.

To truly choose to live alone, I focus on the temperament of a person. Temperament is a trait that has been precipitated over the years, and it is generally not easy to change because of chance, not to mention that temperament invisibly determines a person's taste and quality. If there is such a person, she has a quality in her that you admire, and that quality coincides with your appreciation. I would bet!

On the way to ask for directions, I have met many such girls, who are arrogant, insecure, unapproachable, and unsmiling. I was faced with these girls who lived like stone statues, all kinds of helplessness, all kinds of pain. In fact, for someone like me who is easily amorous, it doesn't need to be complicated, you either refuse it outright or accept it warmly. Rejection is courage, acceptance is tolerance. Writing this, there are some self-contradictions, but in the final analysis, what I want to express is to be a true self, don't let some hypocrisy and indifference change yourself, in the end, I don't know you, you don't know yourself, and everyone is so strange to you that they are afraid.

I was afraid of the loneliness and loneliness that being single imposed on me, but I felt that it was better to be single than the loneliness of marriage. It is a feeling to sigh alone in the depths of a lonely mountain rather than drink alone in a group of people.

There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't want it.

You don't have to be too negative, but you can't be too aggressive. What you want is a kind of calmness, and what you want is a kind of calmness that goes with your heart.