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 Often, people who were once inseparable, whether close friends of the opposite sex, confidants, or even bickering sisters, may drift apart due to unpleasant memories or become strangers for various reasons. But none of that matters. What matters is that when you were closest to each other, you treated each other with your truest hearts and cherished the relationship. You sincerely accompanied each other on a journey, creating unique and irreplaceable beautiful memories. However, we all understand that no one can stay with anyone forever. We will all eventually leave someone behind or be left behind , then pick ourselves up and continue our journey alone, making new friends and companions along the way , and walking hand in hand on the next leg of the journey. But I hope that after experiencing so many long journeys, after appreciating so many beautiful landscapes, and after meeting so many new friends and companions, we will still clearly remember the most beautiful memories they ...

 　　A cool windowsill, bright sunshine, fresh air, and meticulous care are undoubtedly what flowers yearn for most. And so, a clover was growing vigorously, and during these days I began to love it. 　　This pot of clover grew very lushly, each stem growing individually, unlike other flowers where the stems are connected. But because the roots were intertwined, it was able to produce pink flowers. Each clover stem had three leaves at the tip, and the small pink petals had five petals each. The stems varied in height, with the middle higher and the sides lower, forming a hemisphere of clover. Combined with the pink flowers, it looked exceptionally lovely, and I instantly fell in love with it. 　　Perhaps you don't know where this flower came from; my teacher brought it to me in fifth grade, and I loved it at first sight, so I took meticulous care of it. Every day I watered it with my leftover water. Seeing the other flowers, like jealous young girls, vying for my favor, I felt a strange ...

 　　My favorite line from the Tang Dynasty poet Li She's poem "Inscribed on the Wall of Helin Temple" is the second half: "Passing by a bamboo grove, I met a monk and chatted; stealing half a day of leisure from this busy life." The poet, taking a break from the hustle and bustle of the world, climbed a mountain and unintentionally chatted for a long time with a high-ranking monk. He found a rare moment of peace amidst the troubles of the world, something that made him very proud! Therefore, the poet used the word "steal," which I think is brilliantly chosen. It doesn't mean stealing someone else's belongings in the ordinary sense, nor does it harm anyone's interests. The poet simply secretly enjoyed a moment of leisure that others cannot. 　　I believe stolen time is the most comfortable, and I also have a habit of stealing time. I am a sensitive person, and I usually open my eyes at five o'clock in the morning. At that time, the sky is j...

 　　A sudden downpour caught me completely off guard, blocking my way. 　　I was walking along when I felt raindrops slide down my face. Before I could even process what was happening, the raindrops began to fall heavily on me, gathering on my face. It was raining! My clothes gradually darkened, as if they had been re-soaked. Looking around, some people were shielding their heads with their hands to protect their hair. Others were running, racing against the rain to find shelter, their speed undeniably impressive. For a moment, the pedestrians were in a state of panic, each trying to react to this sudden gift from heaven. 　　I, however, remained unmoved, continuing to walk slowly, as if strolling through a market, leisurely and carefree. The rain first hit my head, soaking my hair before streaming down my cheeks, the flow gradually quickening. As I walked, some rain streaked across my face, while others slanted towards my clothes. The raindrops surrounded me from all sides, landing on ...

 The recent pressure of work seems to have turned everyone into emotional madness. One second it's bright sunshine, the next it's a sudden downturn and a dark cloud due to workload demands. I'm truly grateful to you all for your support and help. When I encountered various unpleasant little incidents at work, you were there to cheer me up, guide me, encourage me, and comfort me. Without you, my sometimes depressed mood wouldn't have cleared up so quickly, because only you understand these feelings. Without you, I might not have been able to persevere under so much pressure. But when many people talk about our work, they always think our jobs are easy and comfortable. Little do they know that our huge monthly workload requires a strong heart to survive ; otherwise, we can easily become depressed. Although I'm not strong enough to be unaffected by anyone or anything , I've definitely grown compared to my past self. As Sister Lei once said , "Most of the time,...

 　　Recently, I saw a WeChat article titled "Reading Can Not Only Heal, But Also Cause Depression," citing the example of Feng Xiaoqing's death from depression after reading *The Peony Pavilion* as evidence, highlighting the importance of choosing books carefully. I grieve for every lost soul in this world, but to give up certain books to escape a dark mood would be going too far. 　　Empathy is an innate psychological state in everyone. To feel melancholy because of a book is like feeling down because of gloomy weather, sad because of a stray cat, or yearning because of the heroine's silhouette. Because the atmosphere in the book is like that—a heavy twilight, wispy clouds—empathy only arises when you dare to enter the book's world. If I were to appreciate a play, I would rather be an invisible person on stage, running alongside the actors, than sit in the audience nodding elegantly. 　　Lately, I've been reading mostly depressing books: from Ryūichi Murakami'...