Girl’s theory of evolution (literature monthly)

The night swept the whole Wuhan. The black fear bit my heart like an ant. The neon lights showed off her luxury to the world enchantedly, the city was so prosperous that it was almost an illusion. Thousands of houses were brightly lit, but I couldn’t find where my heart belonged. Zhang Ailing said that life was a gorgeous robe full of lice. I haven’t put on that beautiful cheongsam yet, but my body and mind are bitten by lice like worldly fetters. Facing myself in the mirror, I raised the corners of my mouth exaggeratedly and wore a few smiles, but the forced smile was so stiff, like the weathered witch fossil thousands of years ago, full of ferocious eyes, covered with sorrow. In this way, I was heartless, regardless of it, two or ten years passed between my fingers. In this way, when I grew up without any warning, I was still a child. Messy hair, silly eyes, black face, wandering in wild ducks, fighting with insects, fishes, birds and beasts endlessly. The children of that year didn’t know what beauty was. They only knew that it would be terrible for their mother to go back with mud; The children of that year didn’t know their gender, I only knew that when I was in a hurry, I would rush to the left side which was told by the teacher; The child of that year didn’t know that the mouse was the public enemy of human beings, I only know that every time when my parents are not careful, they will take the little kids with pink flesh back to their own nest to keep warm together; The children of that year, I don’t know whether there is any difference between male and female. I only know who bully me. Liu will punch him. At last, with the torn new schoolbag on his back, his hair which had just fought bravely, he went home with barefoot angrily, and the afterglow hit the child’s eyes, the setting sun pulled the back to a long month. I still don’t understand what love is. Physiologists all say that girls will be a few years earlier than boys, and I am just an exception. When I was in junior high school, I wore my long hair and my favorite pleated skirt awkwardly, facing the sunrise, riding a bicycle in the breeze and shuttling back and forth on the rich Lin Yin path, the skirt was dancing in the wind, the eaves, the river and the whole world were going backwards, and finally disappeared at the end of time. I will neglect my good friends foolishly, just because I can’t tell whether it is a joke or a serious one. I like that you will graffiti the desks with colored pens of various colors, only in this way can the nonsense of those hateful people be covered; He will stare straight at a boy with good grades until he is flushed, but he does not know where the enchanting color comes from. Until one day, in the summer, I looked back inadvertently and remembered the smiling face that could blossom. At this moment, I couldn’t distinguish friendship from love. High school life was busy and full. In the most bitter years, I met my most sincere friendship. There are such a group of friends who always cast a shoulder when you need to rely on, always when you cry, tears gather together, always when you are hard to decide, clarify all the tangled curves. But I with Blurred eyes can’t distinguish the boundary between friendship and love. Love will make you cry, while friendship will wipe away your tears. Is there a simple friendship between boys and girls? Time, you make me believe that it is OK. At that moment, I haven’t learned to love yet. The life in college is very colorful. One year flies very fast. I have also experienced the torture of kinship, friendship and love in turn, the departure of relatives, the betrayal of friends and the breaking of love, they all tortured me. They taught me how to love, but they didn’t love me any more. I had to clean up the mess left, and the wound I cut was only licked by myself. Finally, young girls learned to grow up that year, that month, that moment, young girls were evolving Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…