The traveler’s road has no end, only the most beautiful scenery
In the eyes of men, these three kinds of women are the hardest to chase. Those hard-to-follow girls are not unwilling to believe in love, not unwilling to love seriously, maybe it's just that I'm afraid of love, tired of love, and I'm used to loving myself. In the eyes of men, these three kinds of women are the most difficult to chase
By CoSmile4 years ago in Humans
July. The sea is full of temptations. Falling in love with the sea, this happened not long ago. Before that, I always thought that the sea is the sea, but never listened to the cry of life from the sea...
By CoSmile4 years ago in Earth
I like to play in the sand by your side The moment when the wind is surging like to listen to your anger attentively.
By CoSmile4 years ago in Poets
Who adds clothes to us when we are cold? Who cooks for us when we are hungry? Who encourages us when we fail? Who pleases us when we succeed?
My mother passed away during the epidemic. When my mother left, she didn't even see her daughter for the last time. So she left us with regrets in life, sadness and disappointment. I was extremely sad, sad, and sad...
Friendship is a cup of hot tea in winter to warm you up; friendship is a tissue when weeping to bring tears to you; friendship is a band-aid when you are sad to heal you.
There are many beautiful scenery in my hometown, which is very lovely. Like fertile green fields, colorful flowers, tall mountains... And my favorite is the big mirror in my hometown-the lake.
Hulunbuir Grassland is a beautiful and pleasant place. There are endless greens, the undulating Great Khingan Mountains, and the beautiful and fertile Hulun Lake and Beier Lake. . It is highly praised by people as the Northland Jasper, a paradise on earth.
A drop in the ocean, so light, and the journey of life, yet so heavy, we can't help but choose, and we can't escape, what is the purpose of being alive? Only for the twists and turns of life, only for the same beginning and the same result.
According to the annual Teacher’s Day, how many students remember? How many teachers remember? The author’s affection for his teacher should be what the teacher expected. After all, the teacher lacks material resources. If he lacks the spirit, what fun is teaching? Thank you to the author for writing this article on the occasion of Teacher's Day!
By CoSmile4 years ago in Education
Sometime in the distant past, there were three Masai young men whose opportunity had arrived for them to venture out from home and persevere through the trial of masculinity. The oldest of the young men was named Shaquille, the second Danka, and the most youthful Kunta. Presently Shaquille was a brutish, strong kid, and invested the majority of his energy battling and being defiant to his folks. He was never so exceptionally cheerful as when he was ruling others or bragging his significance. Dismissing his errands and studies, he would continue for quite a long time concerning why he would some time or another be the town boss.
By CoSmile4 years ago in Fiction
Confessions of the Desert I am a desert. Huangsha Wanli is my gauze robe. Vast, desolate, just because there is no life on my gauze as accessories; excited, rejoicing, the boundless gold shows my dignity even more.
