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I have always faced life with the most cheerful character, just for the ideal life, but the ultimate ideal is just ups and downs.

Language is like wine, too strong will be spicy, too light will have no rhyme, only balance will be mellow.

However, I will always develop in two aspects, either strong or shallow, and balance can only exist in the ideal.

I have to say it's tiring, really tiring.

The so-called active speech is only under the condition that everyone allows, and at other times, active speech can only be: out of tune!

However, there is a type of people in this world, and the so-called positive speech in their ears has degenerated and degenerated, becoming: pretending!

What's more, think of it as: Mouthy!

Gradually, a sense of disgust followed.

Therefore, under such social conditions, the activist is slowly changed and begins to face this reality in another way, which is called: silence!

If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence. However, there is a way for the active to wander between this, which is called: stealing a living.

Admittedly, I wish I could be this kind of person, but what I call "living in secret" is different, and it means that the world is my own, and I have nothing to do with others.

Speaking of which, the rebuttal must be another one, because the meaning itself is problematic.

So, I take it a step further: under certain conditions, the world is one's own and has nothing to do with others.

At this point, everything I want to say is far from the original essence, but it doesn't matter, if I continue to talk, what I want to say will come to mind.

From the beginning of the activity in the class to the activity in the class group, to the silence in the class and the silence in the class, there are many things that I understand.

The teacher said it was good, but when you are not strong enough to change something, you have to adapt to it.

So, I changed my old ways and remained silent.

Even now, I suddenly realized that the so-called class is just a synonym, and the people in it are not my ideals, but the real ideal is in the school's learning department.

The same people I meet every day, between girls, there are thousands of differences, and sometimes I even wonder if I am mistaken.

The school learning department is its own class, and its own class is the school learning department.

There is a behavior called: I did it myself, I did it thoroughly, but in the class it was shown in two words - stupid!

So, I immediately self-reflected, immediately changed myself, and then kept my distance.

So much so that now, I gradually have the idea of quitting our class, because this is not the so-called class, but the so-called: a meeting place as a last resort.

However, there is another thing in the world called utilization.

So, I could only hide silently in the class group, using the class group to browse the seemingly important information.

And this performance was not only in the class, but also quietly transferred to the dormitory.

Every scene happens, all of them are self-positive, and the so-called speech is so-called: talkative.

So, I silently remembered it, and then remained silent.

And now that I've written it, I've understood something -- those funny "oaths".

Some people say that they want to do a good job in studying, they don't know what they are doing when they stare at the blackboard in class, and they take out their mobile phones to browse the so-called "information" after class, and they have to play with their mobile phones for three minutes when they read three kinds of books in the evening self-study.

No, maybe it's not, but it should be said that just quietly studying during class time, and in the spare time, the so-called effort is only one-tenth of learning, and the rest, I can't describe where I ran to.

Didn't you say you want to do a good job in your studies? Didn't you want to recover? What has become of you? What do you say about repaying your parents?

Of course, I can't tell the essence of these people from a single point, after all, they are working hard when I don't see it!

Still, I'd rather believe what I think of them.

The original intention was to slowly get out of the trajectory, and then when others reminded me, I went back a little bit, and then slowly detached.

Hehe, my qualifications are not enough, so I am not qualified to comment on these, because, under certain conditions, the world is my own and has nothing to do with others.

So, I went back to myself, looking for my own shortcomings, trying to change them, and leaving myself a beautiful self.

Others can understand the theorems and formulas described by the teacher at a glance, but they are confused at a glance, and then they can only hold their favorite pen and write dense text symbols.

Others just take out hundreds of hundreds; the first thing I think is, how much is the total? Buy it or not? If I do this, I will find my mother when I have no money?

Other people's computer configuration is just three or four thousand, and they can only make a fuss about it above 2,000.

However, I think that I have done a good job, done a great job, and done in line with the truest "for the sake of my parents" in my heart.

What is visible to others at a glance, I can work on to accomplish.

I can give it to my parents and my own children to do whatever others consume later.

Other people have good resources, I can understand as spending my youth, and then I can figure out what I should do with the computer.

Thanks to the ridicule and disdain of others, I reflected on myself.

Some people skip class, some people study late, some people are late for class, some people sleep in class.

And you should work on their opposite.

I have cultivated my self-control and self-reflection skills and self-thinking for a year, and thanks to the third year of high school, I have brought many things into the university and avoided many detours.

Time flies, I've been writing for an hour, which is almost equivalent to writing a chapter of the novel, but what I want to say has not yet been fully expressed.

When I opened my eyes today, I saw three text messages, two advertisements, and a third, which made my hazy eyes dissipate immediately.

It reads: Shaoqi, I haven't called back for a long time - Mom.

After staring at this sentence for about a minute, his hands began to tremble.

I flipped through the previous text message, and the time displayed was September 25, 2015.

It's October 16th.

Seeing this period, I unconsciously gave myself a slap in the face. I haven't called home for more than 20 days, and I completely forgot that there are still a few people at home who are smiling at me.

Time will always let you get out of the original place, although sometimes you look back, but it is only a moment, more, or detached.

So, I immediately replied to a text message and then made a phone call back at noon.

After that, I thought about it and thought about it, and finally pinned it on my phone.

Stir up an alarm clock, ring it at 1200 noon on Saturday, and give it a note that calls home.

A text message was sent at 800 on Wednesday morning, and the content to it was: Mom, pay attention to your body at home, I live very well here, remember to tell grandma that I replied.

Although it is very strange, this is the most responsible explanation I have for my family.

I hope that I can keep this moment, keep this moment of sobriety, keep this complex heart.

When the language is pale, who is the object

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