Maybe u have to switch your vpn to the very IP location when u registered WhatsApp. I once couldn’t log into my Quora account and later solved the problem when I changed the vpn configuration

That’s human nature

Btw how're you lately? Are there something that makes you feel grateful or smile widely lately? @Al33ena @Vongavouu

But I think I'll feel lonely without them

But I don't feel like miss people that already here with me, strange but real

😂😂😂 Shhh..

Yes right 🥹

You will miss the one you love, in whatever condition. Because the feeling they provide is something we can't buy anywhere.

Sometimes wondering why people always tend to start to miss things after they loosing it

Very touching 🤎

有些人曾每天陪伴在我们身边，静默得像天花板上的风扇声，像傍晚厨房里透出的灯光，像摆在桌上的一碗饭。 Yǒu xiē rén céng měitiān péibàn zài wǒmen shēnbiān, jìngmò de xiàng tiānhuābǎn shàng de fēngshàn shēng, xiàng bàngwǎn chúfáng lǐ tòu chū de dēngguāng, xiàng bǎi zài zhuō shàng de yī wǎn fàn. 不多说话，不做什么特别的事。但后来，每当我们想到“缺席”，第一个想到的就是他们。 Bù duō shuōhuà, bù zuò shénme tèbié de shì. Dàn hòulái, měi dāng wǒmen xiǎngdào “quēxí”, dì yī gè xiǎngdào de jiùshì tāmen. 我仍记得我外婆每天傍晚坐在窗边。眼睛不好了，手却还在一根根地穿针引线。 Wǒ réng jìdé wǒ wàipó měitiān bàngwǎn zuò zài chuāngbiān. Yǎnjīng bù hǎo le, shǒu què hái zài yī gēn gēn de chuān zhēn yǐn xiàn. 每次我回家，她的身影总在那里。就像她是这房子的一部分，就像那个安静的身影永远都不会改变。 Měi cì wǒ huí jiā, tā de shēnyǐng zǒng zài nàlǐ. Jiù xiàng tā shì zhè fángzi de yī bùfèn, jiù xiàng nàgè ānjìng de shēnyǐng yǒngyuǎn dōu bù huì gǎibiàn. 直到有一天，她不再坐在那里了。 Zhídào yǒu yītiān, tā bù zài zuò zài nàlǐ le. 我曾以为爱是话语，是明确的行为，是包装好的礼物。 Wǒ céng yǐwéi ài shì huàyǔ, shì míngquè de xíngwéi, shì bāozhuāng hǎo de lǐwù. 但我错了。最深的感情，有时只是某种不带要求的存在。 Dàn wǒ cuò le. Zuì shēn de gǎnqíng, yǒushí zhǐshì mǒuzhǒng bù dài yāoqiú de cúnzài. 不教导、不劝说、不抱怨。只是……在场。 Bù jiàodǎo, bù quànshuō, bù bàoyuàn. Zhǐshì……zàichǎng. 在你无能、沮丧、无所求的时候，仍有人不离开你。 Zài nǐ wúnéng, jǔsàng, wúsuǒqiú de shíhòu, réng yǒurén bù líkāi nǐ. 时间是无声的。它不会敲门告诉你：“我在流逝，记得珍惜。” Shíjiān shì wúshēng de. Tā bù huì qiāomén gàosù nǐ: “Wǒ zài liúshì, jìdé zhēnxī.” 它就那样悄然流过，像一条清凉的水流，不刺骨，所以也不被握紧。 Tā jiù nàyàng qiǎorán liú guò, xiàng yītiáo qīngliáng de shuǐliú, bù cìgǔ, suǒyǐ yě bù bèi wò jǐn. 我们总以为今天会像昨天，以为那个人明天还会在。 Wǒmen zǒng yǐwéi jīntiān huì xiàng zuótiān, yǐwéi nàgè rén míngtiān hái huì zài. 但没有人知道，哪一个清晨是最后一次在熟悉的角落看到某个人。 Dàn méiyǒu rén zhīdào, nǎ yīgè qīngchén shì zuìhòu yīcì zài shúxī de jiǎoluò kàn dào mǒu gè rén. 我曾让很多人等待，也曾拖延很多次问候。 Wǒ céng ràng hěnduō rén děngdài, yě céng tuōyán hěnduō cì wènhòu. 曾想着，“改天吧”，“以后见”，“有空再发”。 Céng xiǎngzhe, “gǎitiān ba”, “yǐhòu jiàn”, “yǒu kòng zài fā”. 结果，有些“改天”永远没有来。 Jiéguǒ, yǒuxiē “gǎitiān” yǒngyuǎn méiyǒu lái. 那些人不生气、不责怪、不说一句，只是默默从我们的约定中消失了。 Nàxiē rén bù shēngqì, bù zéguài, bù shuō yījù, zhǐshì mòmò cóng wǒmen de yuēdìng zhōng xiāoshī le. 就这样，成了永别。 Jiù zhèyàng, chéng le yǒngbié. 我慢慢明白：当一个人愿意为你腾出时间，那不是他们多出来的空闲， Wǒ màn man míngbái: Dāng yīgè rén yuànyì wèi nǐ téng chū shíjiān, nà bùshì tāmen duō chūlái de kòngxián, 而是他们从自己的生活里剪掉的一部分，留给你。 ér shì tāmen cóng zìjǐ de shēnghuó lǐ jiǎn diào de yībùfèn, liú gěi nǐ. 工作中一个电话，带娃时一条信息，知道你迟到也愿意在雨中等你一次。 Gōngzuò zhōng yīgè diànhuà, dài wá shí yītiáo xìnxī, zhīdào nǐ chídào yě yuànyì zài yǔ zhōng děng nǐ yīcì. 这些小事，其实都不小。那是他们没有给别人的人生片段。 Zhèxiē xiǎoshì, qíshí dōu bù xiǎo. Nà shì tāmen méiyǒu gěi biérén de rénshēng piànduàn. 我们常以为爱我们的人会永远在那里。 Wǒmen cháng yǐwéi ài wǒmen de rén huì yǒngyuǎn zài nàlǐ. 但“在场”并不是理所当然的事情。它是一个决定，而且每天都要重新做出这个决定。 Dàn “zàichǎng” bìng bùshì lǐsuǒdāngrán de shìqíng. Tā shì yīgè juédìng, érqiě měitiān dōu yào chóngxīn zuò chū zhège juédìng. 越长大越明白：能陪伴已不易，能完整地在场更难。 Yuè zhǎngdà yuè míngbái: Néng péibàn yǐ bù yì, néng wánzhěng de zàichǎng gèng nán. 大人没有太多时间，愿意给你，就是放弃了很多其他。 Dàrén méiyǒu tài duō shíjiān, yuànyì gěi nǐ, jiùshì fàngqì le hěnduō qítā. 我常常思考，关系中所谓的“珍贵”是什么。 Wǒ chángcháng sīkǎo, guānxì zhōng suǒwèi de “zhēnguì” shì shénme. 不是爱得多深，而是谁能在你不可爱、不有趣、毫无故事的时候，还愿意留在你身边。 Bùshì ài de duō shēn, ér shì shuí néng zài nǐ bù kě’ài, bù yǒuqù, háo wú gùshì de shíhòu, hái yuànyì liú zài nǐ shēnbiān. 当你只是你自己——空虚、疲惫、无意义。若那时还有人留在你身边，那是这辈子最稀有的礼物。 Dāng nǐ zhǐshì nǐ zìjǐ——kōngxū, píbèi, wú yìyì. Ruò nà shí hái yǒu rén liú zài nǐ shēnbiān, nà shì zhè bèizi zuì xīyǒu de lǐwù. 因为人可以退还礼物、转账退款、取消好友、退出对话。 Yīnwèi rén kěyǐ tuìhuán lǐwù, zhuǎnzhàng tuìkuǎn, qǔxiāo hǎoyǒu, tuìchū duìhuà. 但时间一旦给予，就永远收不回来。 Dàn shíjiān yīdàn jǐyǔ, jiù yǒngyuǎn shōu bù huílái. 哪怕只是一个普通的早晨，或一句简单的：“我有空，你需要我做点什么吗？” Nǎpà zhǐshì yīgè pǔtōng de zǎochén, huò yījù jiǎndān de: “Wǒ yǒu kòng, nǐ xūyào wǒ zuò diǎn shénme ma?” 那都是无法重来的时间碎片。 Nà dōu shì wúfǎ chónglái de shíjiān suìpiàn. 后来，我记不清谁说过爱我，也记不住谁送了我什么礼物。 Hòulái, wǒ jì bù qīng shuí shuō guò ài wǒ, yě jì bù zhù shuí sòng le wǒ shénme lǐwù. 但我记得很清楚——那些在我一无所有的时刻坐在我身边的人。 Dàn wǒ jìdé hěn qīngchǔ——nàxiē zài wǒ yī wú suǒ yǒu de shíkè zuò zài wǒ shēnbiān de rén.

因为“在场”，原来是最珍贵的礼物，也是最容易被忘记的礼物。 Yīnwèi “zàichǎng”, yuánlái shì zuì zhēnguì de lǐwù, yě shì zuì róngyì bèi wàngjì de lǐwù.

There are people who were by our side every day, as silent as the ceiling fan, like the kitchen light spilling out in the evening, like a bowl of rice placed ready on the table. They didn't say much. Didn't do anything particularly special. But later, whenever we think of their absence, they are the first ones we think of. I still remember my grandmother used to sit by the window every afternoon. Her eyes were weak, but her hands still traced each thread. Every time I came home, her figure was always there. As if she were a part of the house, as if that silent shadow would always be there, unchanging. Then one day, she was no longer sitting there. I used to think love had to be words, clear actions, carefully wrapped gifts. But I was wrong. The deepest affection sometimes lies in a presence that asks for nothing. No teaching, no advice, no sighs. Just... being there. Beside us, in the moments when we are not good at anything, not happy about anything, needing nothing but someone who won't leave. Time has no sound. It doesn't knock on the door to announce: "I'm flowing by, remember to make the most of it." It just flows past, like a cool stream that our hands don't feel cold enough to hold onto. We keep thinking today can be like yesterday. That that person will still be there tomorrow. But no one knows which morning will be the last morning they see someone sitting in a familiar corner. I used to make many people wait. I also used to postpone visits. I'd think, "another day," "we'll meet later," "I'll text when I'm free." And then, a part of those "other days" never came. People didn't get angry, didn't blame, didn't say anything. They just silently disappeared from the appointments I thought could be rescheduled. Just like that, and it turned out to be forever. I gradually realize: when someone gives you their time, it's not the spare slot they had, but the part they chose to cut out of their own life to keep for you. A phone call during work hours. A text asking how you are while their child is being fussy. Waiting for you in the rain, even though they knew for sure you'd be late today. All those small things are not small. It's a part of their life that they didn't give to anyone else. We often think that the people who love us will always be there. But presence is not a given. It's a decision, repeated every day. And the older we get, the more we understand: being present together is hard, being fully present is even harder. Adults often don't have time. And when they give it to someone, it means they've refused many other things. I keep thinking about what is "precious" in a relationship. It's not how deep the love is, but who is patient enough to stay by your side when you are not lovable, not interesting, have nothing good to say. When you are just yourself – empty, tired, meaningless. If someone still stays at those times, you have received something that few people get in this lifetime. Because people can return gifts, transfer back money, unfriend you, leave a conversation. But once time is given, it can never be taken back. Whether it's an ordinary morning, or a simple nod: "I'm free, do you need anything?" — these are all irreplaceable pieces of time. Later, I don't remember everyone who said they loved me, or what gifts they gave me. But I remember very clearly — those who sat beside me during the times in my life when I had nothing worth keeping. Because presence, it turns out, is the most precious gift, and also the gift... most easily forgotten.

Waalaikumsalam

Assalamualaikum,

who does study at Xidian university in china?

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I guys i want to register in Chinese language collage in zhengzhou University Any body can help me?

Going well till date

What's about your studies??

Good morning..