March of displacement

I have been busy preparing materials for joining the party over the past few days, and my hands are full of cramps. I hope this will be accepted by the Party organization. It's depressing to think about it. As early as two years ago, I was already a member of the Communist party because of irresistible human and non-human factors. Two years later, I was a member of the Communist Party, and all the materials should be re-prepared, oh my God! Fortunately, I have perseverance, or it is really difficult to stick to it: Be careful when writing, you can't make a wrong word; format; norms ......

Looking back, this March is really not general: It was the first time I took a class in my life. It is natural dialectics. Hey, do you want to make my college life perfect? Unfortunately, it only tends to be. If you give me another mm, it will be equal to, ^ _ ^. Here it is purely yy. I remember a graffiti article two years ago, titled "April of displacement". It seems that this time we can name it "March of displacement", not my original one, But Guo jingming's small article. I still remember that in April of that year, a melancholy loss shrouded me, for the girl I like, for the bitter crush, I posted the graffiti on various BBS with different titles. Later I found that it was better to be displaced in March. Because of her words, I went to my dream and learned how much it was. Despite the false story, I was very touched. In the last words, I still remember: I remember when I was young, I love talking about the sky, you smile, one day sitting under the tree, the wind in the treasure birds are calling, we do not know how to fall asleep, how many flowers in the dream to know. In March of this year, it seems to be a replica of that year. The weather in Wuhan continued to be gloomy and light rain, and the bad luck went on one after another. The hateful metamorphosis, my scholarship, and my direct blog can all be a bubble, but I found that money is indeed a good thing and can immediately make you feel better. I received a labor fee the day before yesterday. Although it was only 300 yuan, it really made me very high. Unfortunately, the most painful people in the world could not know, sigh, the child is not here.

Sometimes, looking back at myself, people who don't know may feel that I have been very moist, but some lost things can never be recovered. The sudden collapse of family ties makes me better understand the value of family ties, but lost family ties can no longer be recovered; and The Bitter Love, what is left for me is endless loss and regret. Maybe there is little happiness that makes me afraid to move further. Some people say that affection, friendship, and love are the life of a person. In this sense, my life seems incomplete, at least for now.

Recently, I often heard a song, and Leslie Cheung quietly swam up. As the lyrics said, "I'm lucky and I don't want to wave. I have to work hard and work hard to reach the limit. If I fail, I will come back again ". For all the people I love and those who love me, I want to continue fighting. I am going to talk to someone about a "project" tomorrow. I hope there will be a good result tomorrow, next Saturday, I will discuss with a friend of dianxiao about how to help her modify the website. Well, I am trying to make money and buy a mobile phone for my mother and sister. I believe it will be ready soon, ^ _ ^. I would also like to thank the lovely sister-in-law. Thank you for posting me as the third author of your article and making money to invite you to dinner. The hateful BT law, let's die. No one can block it if you want to read a doctor, and my dear Party organization, I believe I will be able to enter your arms right away, ^_^. Finally, I ended my brother's lyrics:

Lucky
I have to work hard
There is no limit to effort
In case of failure, try again

Do not worry about real-world deception
I want to fight with it
Fighting fate
Hold my fist with strength

Success will not suddenly drop
I don't want to accept it for nothing
Try your best
Hard work
Be a good drummer

Like a boat in the sea of anger
The cold rain continues
I hope that pain will become powerful
Travel up silently