Chapter 128: Essay "One Hundred and Thirty"
Sometimes people's mood seems to be like the change of the weather, unpredictable, unprepared, in this realistic era, we are more silent.
Suddenly, I wanted to ask her how she was doing lately and say a few words to her, but she actually deleted the way to contact me, so that I couldn't find any reason to say a few more words, and I didn't even know how to start chatting a few words, but I really missed her again, and I really wanted to ask her if she was doing well.
It seems that all the feelings are pinned on her, and she can't forget it so easily, she just hopes that there will be an afterlife, and they will no longer live up to each other, become two people who will not compromise, and be happy for a lifetime.
Basketball training has been five days, not as ideal as we all imagined, the response of the players is great, the coach's theoretical knowledge is indeed very old, but we are not a professional team after all, everyone will eventually have some difficulties to understand, let alone implement, plus we lack a center, this game will be very difficult, so everyone knows in their hearts, just silently accept the edification of various tactics every day, as for whether the time can be implemented, it depends on the basketball IQ of the personnel on the court, I guess it's worse than expected, but let's see how everyone plays!
Hopefully it's as big as football. I drank a few glasses of liquor in the evening, so it seemed a little wordy, a little too much, but they were all heartfelt words, and they were by no means drunken words, thinking about myself now, I was really tired, and I was under a lot of pressure from the outside world, but I never showed it in front of anyone, let alone said it, because in life for a lifetime, it is a kind of confusion, a vagueness, I don't understand it, I can't say it clearly, I am confused, I am vague, there are too many hurdles in life to pass, I can see it clearly, I am all looking for sadness, everything is too serious, I cry, I am tired of myself, Many things themselves do not need to be explained, sometimes the weather is not sunny because the rain has not been through, it is good to be thorough, those who have loved, are loved, cried, laughed, after all, are life, don't let life lose to life.
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