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 　　Drinking 　　alone is a soliloquy of the heart in moments of tranquility; drinking with a few friends is the joy of shared understanding. The 　　essence of drinking alone lies in composure. Under the moonlight, sipping slowly, one gradually enters a state of bliss. Like the ideals of youth, bright and clear, accompanying carefree golden years, both youthful and fulfilling. 　　Holding a wine glass with three fingers, taking a small sip, the chill outside the window instantly transforms into warmth in the heart. The hustle and bustle of the world gradually fades away in the lingering aroma of the wine. 　　The wind rises, the rain intensifies. 　　Through the rich, mellow aroma of the wine, I seem to see many vicissitudes piled up before my eyes; the sandstorm whipped up by the west wind blocks the lean horse wandering alone on the ancient road. 　　Tired, weary, resting, tears flow. 　　Numbing myself with pain and loneliness, mixed with tears. 　　The wine glass no longer holds a rich fragran...

 　　The lawn downstairs was just beginning to show a faint green, the newly sprouted grass trembling in the chilly spring breeze. The weeping willows in the garden were stretching their branches, swaying their soft, graceful forms, while the neatly trimmed holly bushes along the roadside were also sprouting new green shoots. On the sidewalk I took to work, I saw that the crabapple buds were still crowded on the branches, and the pinkish-white buds were already swaying precariously. The scattered blossoms, pink tinged with white, attracted passersby to stop and admire them. 　　While I was still searching for signs of spring, the peach blossoms were already in full bloom, their pink flowers bursting forth in clusters, almost flamboyantly, like a maiden, fresh, serene, and tranquil, enticing my gaze. The pear blossoms were still budding, while the magnolias were already in full bloom. And other flowers whose names I didn't know were already smiling in the spring breeze, accompanied by t...

 　　I first read Lin Yutang's *Moment in Peking* during my student days. I only read it once, but the image of the flowing water, winding through dawn and dusk, gathering a handful of clear, gentle water, softly singing and plucking the fragments of fleeting years into the strings of time, and the woman named Mulan from the Yao family, have lived on in my heart ever since. Her image, flashing before my eyes, has accompanied me throughout my life, never to be erased. Lin Yutang once said, "If I were a woman, I would surely be Mulan!" Clearly, Mulan is the ideal woman in his writing. Even after many years of working, I still feel a deep longing whenever I think of this book. Not long ago, while at the library with my daughter, I unexpectedly found a collector's edition of this book on the shelf, and I was overjoyed. This dazzling pearl in the history of Chinese literature, amidst the shimmering waves of time, has once again waded towards me… 　　Gently stroking the fabric-...

 　　Is it the exuberant, triumphant rise or the cutthroat competition of the business world? Weary of the mundane world, I now prefer to quietly retreat to a corner, turning the pages of a book, sipping tea, and immersing myself in the tranquil space amidst the rising steam. Letting my thoughts wander, I wish I could be as carefree as Tao Yuanming, finding joy in the simple pleasures of farming in the mountains, a state of ethereal tranquility and boundless freedom. 　　They say women are emotional creatures, and indeed, I marvel at the profound depth and richness of the Chinese language. Every phrase, every aptly quoted in every book, vividly portrays the beauty of life and the spirit of the writing, leaping between the lines like dancing musical notes, embedding themselves deep within my soul. 　　Poetry, fresh and elegant, is precious in its emotional moments, possessing beauty and romance; prose, seemingly loose in form but cohesive in spirit, is moving in its most brilliant section...

 　　I'm a sentimental person, easily saddened by the withering of trees and the fading of flowers. Many times, I suddenly feel incredibly melancholic and lost, my heart empty. 　　I wonder if this is what people often call "loneliness"? Perhaps it's simply a sign of unhappiness? Or is it just my dissatisfaction with life? 　　My volatile emotions often strain my relationships with those around me; I have very few, if any, true friends. 　　I dislike superficiality; I always feel that people who aren't genuine and open are just putting on airs. They're all talk and no action. I also hate social niceties; they're all too fake. 　　Sometimes I like to stand alone by the window, like now, the sun setting, the trees withered, yellow leaves, sparrows flitting about—they all have their own homes, the hustle and bustle of the world seems irrelevant to them. They're so happy! At least they're more peaceful and less anxious than me. 　　And then I'll continue to ov...

 　　As night slowly erodes your soul, you feel lonely, melancholic, and overwhelmed with a myriad of emotions. You open your eyes to a pitch-black void, feeling lost and helpless, your heart finding no solace. 　　At 20, the journey has been filled with weariness, sorrow, and unbearable suffering. Sometimes you blame fate, God, and the inability to give you a harmonious family; other times you comfort yourself by thinking that many are less fortunate. Ultimately, you realize that your own unspoken, inexplicable pain is the most painful—perhaps that's just human nature. 　　At this age, we can no longer use indulgence and recklessness to tell others we need a home, nor can we use nonchalance and indifference to mask our pain. We must learn to bear our own suffering and share our joys with others, to keep all our sadness and pain inside, telling others that we're carefree and never sad, while enduring the torment of unresolved worries each night. 　　One day, scrolling through your WeCh...

　　Seeing the title, you should know this mainly describes yesterday's events; seeing the category, you should know it mainly talks about yesterday's feelings. The article was supposed to be published last night, but I was so busy that I barely had the time. Honestly, I was very happy yesterday, probably because it was my 20th birthday! Not only that, but also because of my birthday, I was laughing out loud the night before last. People who didn't know me might think I hadn't laughed at all lately, so I wanted to laugh my fill all at once.　　Early this morning, I received a call from a friend who works in a city in Zhejiang Province, which was expected. That's why I was so eager to charge my phone when it ran out of battery the night before last. What I didn't expect was that she would call several times to ask how my birthday was. Her words warmed my heart; it's rare for a friend working far away to care about me like this. I think our friendship will last fo...

 　　Our family's financial situation wasn't very good; we rarely had meat to eat. My father, worried that my sister and I wouldn't get enough nutrition, bought five geese. When they first arrived, they looked so tiny. Time flew by, and the geese were now over two years old. Every year when the weather warmed up, it was time for them to lay eggs, and our family of three relied on them for our livelihood. But misfortune quietly befell these five geese. One day, I was anxiously rushing to finish my homework inside when, because the gate to the yard wasn't closed, the neighbor's two dogs ran out. Seeing our gate was open, they rushed in without hesitation, heading straight for the goose pen on the east side of the yard and jumping inside… At the time, I was busy with my homework, and because the geese had been making unusual noises that day, I didn't pay much attention. I heard the thud of a bicycle crashing heavily in the yard, followed by my father's cry of pai...

　　The chrysanthemums remain submerged in the water, their daytime fervor cooled. Floating on the green water like lotus pedestals, their blossoms seem to reflect their initial resolute determination. A gentle touch, yet the cold hue prompts a resolute release; some thoughts finally dissipate. The wind passes, scattering a dream, as serene as a landscape, immersed in ink-like darkness. Some clamor will eventually cool, like this gentle breeze ruffling a pool of clear water, the ripples gradually fading. In the wind, feel the chill of the dream, like water disappearing into water—a gentle yet hidden presence.

　　Six years. I spent three years trying to forget, repeatedly giving up, thinking I was about to succeed. But then you appeared, stirring up waves in my heart. I know I might need more time to forget in the future, because this time the meaning might be different. Looking through the messages, searching for past traces, I suddenly realized we don't even have enough memories left. What made me persist for so long? I always assumed it was the feeling of chatting. You see, I can even weave a story in my mind about my connections with other people. It's not that I can't live without you. In short, I was too sentimental. I can live in my own world, lamenting lost relationships with different people, but you're the one I cherish the most. And from now on, memories will only be memories.

　　I came from a small seaside town to the beautiful metropolis of Guangzhou. After finally graduating from university, I ended up in a job I don't even know if I like it. The reason I say I don't know is because there are aspects I like and dislike. What I　　like is the job's freedom. Work hours are flexible; I can do whatever I want. Here, you can live entirely on your own terms, or just rely on your body. There are no personality constraints; whether you're extroverted or introverted, you can achieve something regardless. Of course, it can also be very busy, from 7 am to 11 pm, from weekend to the following weekend, without overtime pay. Isn't that pretty tough? 　　This job has brought both surprises and worries. 　　The good thing is the decent income; the bad thing is the high mental stress. I don't know why I chose this job, because the income isn't high, and the pressure isn't great either. But I can do many things I've always wanted to do but coul...

 　　Starting Monday, you'll slowly grow up. You'll have to endure 17 weeks alone, 85 days of seeing each other, and 34 days of loneliness. Hang in there, you must get through this. 　　No matter how harshly others speak to you, respond with a smile. No matter how heartbroken you are, respond with a smile. No matter how sad you are, respond with a smile… Tell yourself: I'm actually happy. I can live well on my own. I can still live without you. 　　Dear self, even if you meet, you must learn to smile. Don't let him think you can't live without him. Even if you're pretending to be carefree, don't let them see it. 　　You said it yourself: you gave up on a two-year-long unrequited love, you abandoned the person you loved so deeply that you were going crazy. You'll have to live alone. 　　Actually, what you consider the worst might be the best for you. At least this way, you won't be so insecure anymore, you won't be torn between them, and you won't be pa...

     What is fate? Everything in the world can encounter each other; some are destined, some are not!     The Buddha said: Fate is a blessing from a past life, a continuation of past lives!     I say: Fate is a genuine emotion, a real existence, a real process!     He said: Fate is not without principles, without stance, not resignation to fate!     As the saying goes, "Those destined to meet will meet even if separated by a thousand miles; those not destined will not meet even if face to face!" Fate has gatherings and separations, beginnings and ends!     Fate is a pursuit; it can enable one to face life with equanimity.     Fate is wisdom; it can give one a tranquil mind and a calm head!     Fate is experience; it can give one sudden enlightenment about life and the vicissitudes of the world!     Fate can give one a spiritual cleansing, a confident heart, and a connection in life!   ...

     I love old things because everything old carries a deep sentiment. With the passage of time, it loses some of its monetary value but gains a certain charm. As the weather gets warmer, I suddenly realized how many clothes I have when I was organizing them. Touching each piece, each one a symbol of a past life, I think I was once a slave to clothes, much like every woman feels her wardrobe is missing her favorite piece. Whether happy or unhappy, I would search for myself among those beautiful clothes, stubbornly buying them only to regret it later. Some clothes I bought I immediately disliked, never to be worn again, even wanting to throw them away. Others, after a few days, were relegated to the back of the closet after a casual remark from someone, never to be seen again. Later, through natural selection, I would replenish my wardrobe, once again succumbing to the allure of elegant attire. Looking at the clothes before me, I realize how empty I was before, how childi...

     How long will my love for you last night? Your sleepless night told me you couldn't go back, you were lost. I felt like I'd fallen into an abyss, time seemed to stand still for a long time…     Today I'm so tired, I haven't been able to stop for a moment. But I still insist on writing this down, whether you see it or not, I hope to preserve my heartfelt words here and now. You asked me about my recent life and work, and I dared not answer. I'm working with abandon, rushing to the next destination, hoping to have less to worry about you, less to be distracted. I've said I'm busy, but I always manage to find time to talk to you. I remember you talking about the cold, helpless loneliness of waking up in the middle of the night; I've experienced that feeling, and I just want to be that tiny, glimmering match in the darkness. You often say I can do things well even when I'm distracted, except this time. You said my shadow is everywhere, in every mome...

 My heart is aching. Another day will mark a year. Three hundred-odd days, neither long nor short, have passed. Everything that should have happened, shouldn't have happened, could have happened, and couldn't have happened has occurred . I'm not the type to explain things ; I always thought they would understand, but I always overestimated myself. Who says everyone should understand that unspoken understanding?

     In my heart, I've always believed that a person can lack everything, but not manners. Manners, in my mind, are a yardstick for judging others, because their quality directly affects whether or not I should develop a close relationship with them. Tonight, we were discussing entertainment gossip, and she ended up making unrestrained attacks on my family. I don't know what made her so brazen as to say such hurtful things. Perhaps she just thought it was something that happened on her own. In fact, she has hurt me many times in her casual remarks, but even though I care, I choose not to say anything. I won't remind her, much less accuse her of being ill-mannered. Because I feel it's illogical to reason with her. Perhaps in her concept of "manners," this is also a form of "manners."

     Hanging in my living room is an oil painting of Deng Xiaoping titled "Standing with the People," which is now 17 years old. It won a creation award in my art class back then. Every time I see this painting, I'm immersed in that era of fiery passion.     In 1973, the whole country was embracing the "Learn from Dazhai in Agriculture" movement. Rural areas undertook massive farmland infrastructure construction, building terraced fields, digging deep wells, and rerouting rivers and managing water resources. Jinxi County proposed, "Grain production must meet the standards, and yields must surpass the Yellow River." My hometown's slogan was, "Learn from Dazhai and Xiyang in the distance, and from Huangtukan in Jinxi in the near future." A massive battle to transform agriculture began. At that time, commune members worked from 6:30 in the morning until noon, and were out all night, braving the bitter cold and snow. Red flags fluttered every...

 　　Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and also the 20th birthday of a friend from my village. Seeing his birthday brought back many memories and stirred up a lot of feelings. I thought about how I'll be turning 20 in two months; I thought about the fortune-telling my grandmother did for me. That fortune-telling made me feel a bit down. While eating breakfast, I texted my cousin a question and then poured out my heart. Although she didn't give me a direct answer, her response warmed my heart. 　　The weather was nice, neither too hot nor too cold. Before lunch, my younger sister and her classmates packed up and prepared to go back to school. 　　Around 11:30 am, I called a close friend in the village and invited her to come over so we could go to my friend's house for lunch. Before going, I called my grandmother to tell her I wouldn't be having lunch there. However, not long after, I heard my second aunt's voice. She was there to deliver something to my seventh aunt. Si...

I've always had a simple-minded personality. I see things in black and white, and extremes and stubbornness have become my defining characteristics.So I've always wanted to find love. Love that isn't intertwined with life. But when I encountered love, life followed. Over time, the love between us became distant, and the incompatible lifestyle began to drift further and further apart.

　　Days have passed, and it's been a while since I posted anything new. I have to admit, staying home for longer periods really gets boring. Sometimes I wonder, when will I be able to pursue the kind of life I want? 　　A few days ago, a friend of mine returned from afar, of course, because of a family member's passing. During her stay, one morning I happened to be returning from buying breakfast on the street, and she was also on the street. She saw me, but I didn't see her; she greeted me and called my name, which I found a bit unbelievable. After what happened before, she actually greeted me? Yes, this friend is the one I mentioned before who complained that I didn't celebrate her birthday with her. The night before she left, she unexpectedly came to my house to chat, which was surprising. 　　During our conversation, we talked about her life far away, my health and my 20th birthday this year, and also about another friend of mine. That friend is older than both of us and...

 　　Today is Thanksgiving, and I probably wouldn't have known if I hadn't checked my phone. 　　Thanksgiving is a day to express gratitude to everyone who has been kind to us, and to cherish the beautiful relationships between people, whether it's family, friendship, or love. 　　Since it's Thanksgiving, I want to express my gratitude to my parents. Without their union, I wouldn't exist! Their selfless dedication to me is unforgettable. Dear Mom and Dad, thank you for raising me with such care and hardship. Happy Thanksgiving! Since it 　　's Thanksgiving, I also want to express my gratitude to my teachers. Without your guidance, I might be illiterate now! Respected teachers, thank you, and happy Thanksgiving! 　　Since it's Thanksgiving, I want to express my gratitude to my classmates. Without you studying with me at school, school life wouldn't be so vibrant! Dear classmates, thank you, and happy Thanksgiving! 　　Since it's Thanksgiving, I want to express my...

 　　Time flies, never to return. How are you? Throughout middle school, I kept wondering if I really shouldn't have fallen in love with you. No!!! It's okay to have feelings in middle school; I saw all the older girls so carefree and without worries. But I… was troubled by this! Later, I made a decision… 　　After a period of deep thought, I decided to focus on my studies. How much effort have our teachers put into our education? How much sweat have our parents shed? Studying hard is my duty. With my efforts, a new world will open up for me. I will work hard, I will persevere. Go go go! 　　If we meet again when we're older and both are single, I will definitely pursue you. Let's have a passionate, unforgettable romance!!! 　　Life truly imitates art, and art imitates life!

 Loving you makes me the happiest person. I don't know how many unforgettable true loves one will experience in a lifetime. I don't know how many unwavering, devoted loves one can have. Perhaps, you are the only and last woman I will ever love in this life. --Epigraph Having weathered the storms of time, the memories of the past have long since faded. In the vast sea of ​​people, it was fate that brought us together as strangers, and destiny that led us to know and love. I can't remember when we began to confide in each other, sharing our loneliness and solitude. Was it our shared experiences in life, or our mutual understanding and compassion, that sparked this feeling of mutual attachment and concern? It is said that on the lonely journey of life, to truly walk hand in hand, sharing joys and sorrows, is a rare and precious thing. In our past lives, before we met, I wandered, melancholy, hesitant, and lost, unsure of where to go. Where could I find a confidant who could he...

     "I can't live without you, not him,"     a friend said. The boy who had pursued her for a long time got married today. She attended the wedding; the bride was beautiful, and the groom was handsome. It seemed like the first time she realized he was quite charming. How come she hadn't noticed before? She said she had always thought she had never fallen in love with him, but her heart ached when the bride and groom exchanged rings. She said the saddest thing wasn't that the person you love doesn't love you back, but that the person who has loved you for many years turns away. When you see the person who said they would love you forever and wait for you forever putting a ring on another girl's ring finger, you can hear your own heart breaking. Today's protagonist isn't you. Whether she's Cinderella or not, today's princess isn't you. He was a pilot. During his closed training, he had to walk a long way to a nearby public phone booth ju...

     Meeting you,     I fell in love with a blossoming season, a fleeting moment of mist and rain, etching a destiny into our lives. Yesterday and today, we were strangers, lovers awaiting an unforgettable encounter. I water my horse by the river, waiting for you to arrive, as if we had known each other for a long time, to say "long time no see." Hand in hand, a magnificent floral display quietly unfolds. With a gentle thought, you became the destined love in my life.     If you show me mercy, open the coffin for me. If I cannot be with you in life and death, I will repay you with my life. A reciprocal exchange, without regret. With you here, my solitary eternity turns to dust. Buried in the yellow earth, I will never forget my initial feelings. The tender feelings between us, once written, will never change in this life.     You are the radiant beauty of a mandala amidst the floating clouds, I caught your trace at a glance. You are so famili...

     Memory is the path I've walked.     How many people have said that meeting you was the most beautiful accident of my life? And how many have said that if we had never met, would our memories not carry so much pain, struggling to remember and desperately trying to forget in the flow of time?     Memory is the path I've walked. It's walking through crowds without you, walking through lonely wanderings, walking through dark nights without you, walking through days of longing, walking through bright youth, walking through the unfamiliarity that follows familiarity, walking through dreamy landscapes, walking through the gentle flow of time, and walking through the pain and sorrow associated with you.     This summer, the lake is gentle, the breeze caresses the hand of memory, floating and sinking in a fragrant vortex, waving a lonely heart that is hard to command, a moment of desolation, like a lost flock of geese, unable to find a trace of w...

 Flowers bloom in midsummer, my only thought is of your well-being . There are many beautiful sentiments in this world. I know there's no luck like finding someone unexpectedly after searching high and low; I know there's no unwavering determination like growing thinner and thinner for her; I know there's no heartbreaking love like a poem of past sorrows, a love unspoken by the beloved. Even though some things aren't so beautiful, I remain steadfast. So many things are beyond our control, the road ahead is long and arduous. After leaving, I told myself so many things, but words used to comfort others can't ultimately comfort myself. This wounded city, filled with bitterness, a city without you is sorrowful. Thank you for meeting me, bringing the warmest afternoon sun, the brightest stars at night, everything was so beautiful! In that unfamiliar city, I'm grateful to have met you, yet as you said, why did it take so long to meet you? I don't understand why, w...

 With you, we are no longer lost in the darkness . You escort the Earth, you escort the Sun. To welcome new life, to bury the old. The agreed-upon boundary, the starting point for soaring and taking flight. Marking the positions of the sun and moon, expressing the Earth's rotation. Replacing the sundial and water clock, a new chapter begins. With you, we are no longer lost in the darkness; with you, we are no longer terrified in the darkness. You were on the wall, on people's wrists, and now inside our phones. We can't live without you; our lives are inextricably linked to you for a long time. You provide us with convenience, allowing us to fully allocate and manage our time each day. No more confusion, no more hesitation.

     Who left behind a strange figure,     accompanying the hazy March as I stepped into the long-missed campus? Occasionally, I paused to observe the shimmering lake, to envy the couples' quiet rest, to reminisce about those silently reading and the air filled with the sound of morning recitation…     April in the human world, the springtime charm of university. Accompanied by bits of insight, accompanied by a touch of hesitation, I lingered in the springtime, gently breathing in the breath of youth, quietly feeling the warmth of the sun…     I kept asking myself, who left behind a familiar yet unfamiliar figure?     She was a pure and beautiful girl, a denim jacket revealing her capable and diligent appearance. Her neatly tied hair and fair skin evoked an instant urge to kiss her. Her gaze always seemed to be immersed in those thick literary books, her slender fingers turning the slightly wrinkled pages. But alas, she was a disabl...