At that time, with old friends, we felt different. My classmates always give me a deep sense of crisis, as if I don't know when they will stab me in the back, and the kindness of my old friends reminds me of the pure and beautiful time I spent with them in junior high school, and there is a kind of happiness, sweetness and warmth in my arms. Who knows what will happen tomorrow? As long as the arms are hard and the steps are firm, there is no hurdle to cross and the road is endless. My best friends are always glorious when they come through ups and downs, singing and laughing, and Kan Kan's slight complaints are always glorious.
There is no road in the world. If there are many people walking, it will become a road. Who would have thought that the simplicity of such a place name later became my spiritual pillar? When I stepped into the thorns and stumbled into the jungle at a loss, my best friend who usually sank at the bottom of the water surfaced, and your words of encouragement kicked off and played the "cradle". I was afraid of being hypnotized, but I accepted it modestly and even sincerely, because this friendship moved me very much. Most of life is so direct. I never expected myself to be great. I know that I am as ordinary as a piece of paper, which can be seen everywhere and touched everywhere.
I can't remember the naivety when I was young, and I pursued lofty studies to the ground with whimsical dreams. But dreams are just dreams, and there are countless things to do. However, the enthusiasm of girlfriends, like a raging tide, has already flooded the reason and examination room, so we put aside the acidity of youth and immersed ourselves in the indiscriminate bombing of textbooks-this is how the miracle was earned by a group of lunatics. The teacher said that the miracle gate is to climb over the hill and come to S city, but this "miracle" can only be counted as the beginning of life. The teacher hid the second half of the sentence at the moment he said it. Even he doubted whether it was right or wrong. We listened and nodded stupidly. Perhaps there are too many people walking on this road, and we unconsciously become redundant tourists. However, the road is still so dazzling.
At that time, perhaps, there should be too many changes in our composition 2 by the sixth grade. Stress, heavy study, parents' expectations and a lot of homework, although all this is normal. But the relationship between classmates ...
Remember the time when we were together? It was naive to play carefree together all day. A little girl and a little boy are holding hands and listening to each other's innocent thoughts together. I miss it so much. One afternoon, when we saw the children of grade six 1 walking out of the school gate hand in hand, we laughed at their ignorance. Now that I think about it, we are really ridiculous. ...
Now, the relationship between us has changed from purity to closeness, and the scandal between the two has spread all over the country. There is an invisible wall between boys and girls, which has never disappeared.
We were really pure then, unlike us now. Maybe, then we were in the past. ...
At that time, we were still young, and licentiousness was our way of life; At that time, when we were young, we would go the wrong way and make the wrong choice; At that time, we were still young and surrounded by entanglement and confusion, but we never regretted every step we took. In the years of youth, we will laugh hysterically, cry bitterly, be mistaken for "brain-dead" in our personal life, and walk together in those days. I am lucky that we have each other's youth.
At that time, we were still young, and shyness was our inner character; At that time, we were still young and had that faint and innocent love; At that time, we were young, stressed and had that passionate dream. In the corner of youth, we have a persistent pursuit of love and unremitting efforts in our studies. Thank you very much. We encourage and help each other in each other's lives.
At that time, we were young We have no car, no house and no money, but we are naive, happy and full of dreams. At that time, we had what we don't have now and what we don't have now; At that time, we were still young, thinking that with love, we had everything, with vows, we had eternity, and with the present, we had the future. In the long river of years, we will perfunctory and do our best. I am very grateful. We went through those innocent days together.
When the years pass, when the wind blows, when youth passes, what is left to the present? The reason why music can move us is because its emotions have entered our hearts; The reason why youth can make us miss it is because it has gone out of our world and will never come back. The wrinkles on our foreheads and the lost smile on our faces tell us that it is over.
At that time, we wrote 4, if life is only the first time to meet, maybe everything will be better.
If life is just like the first sight, there will be no sorrow if the autumn wind draws a fan. Just looking forward to meeting in the snow season. Now that spring is coming, maybe it's just around the corner. Looking back and smiling, my cheeks left Qian Qian with thousands of thoughts. Life after life, looking forward to the corner, suddenly looking back, the most beautiful encounter.
It snowed several times this winter, which is very cold and beautiful. The snow season passed and the cold weather came again. I can only say with regret, "I actually caught a cold." In the cold, the sadness of autumn wind painting fans arises spontaneously. Too many realities are missed and too few are met. Another important person in life may continue to miss it. Now I only take my relatives and friends seriously. In fact, in my trivial memo, I still remember the meeting of every cherished friend. Although we didn't know each other at that time, we were all smiling, proud of each other and happy to know each other. If life is more about meeting than leaving, maybe life will be better.
I still remember how many years ago, when it was still yellow. How simple we were then. Now, I no longer have the happiness I used to have, but I can't hide my loneliness. I am often brought into my dream by the discolored smoke under the lamp, and it is so sad to wake up. I wanted to give up, but I never gave up. Many things have become less sad because of you, and beautiful because of you.
People are always tired. When they lie down, they always think a lot. Thinking of you, I dream that tomorrow will be fine. 20xx has experienced a lot this New Year. Found a lot of things, many people will never let go. But they will leave one day, but they can't change themselves. They can only silently hope that they can live well. And people who have lived my life can live happily.
I often force myself to bear all the bad things and leave the happy ones to others. I think this is the best way to make myself stronger and more independent. If you don't accept too much, you won't lose too much. I don't know if my memory will be full one day. I can't bear it myself. Maybe at that time, I will still choose a person to bear silently, but I am really tired.
I sincerely hope that everyone passing by is beautiful. Let me still have spiritual sustenance, and believe that the next encounter is beautiful.
Clock of time. It's getting faster and faster. I don't know if I can catch up tomorrow. It always reminds me that I am not the same as before, and I still have many unfinished dreams. I don't know how many street corners I met. I hope you are all the most beautiful around me.
We were writing composition 5 at that time. The crescent moon is bright, the night is covered with a hazy coat, and the moonlight squeezes through the dense leaves, overflowing with romance. Walking on the moonlit path, we measure our happiness step by step. There are too many pink dreams in the young world, like a dazzling rose garden, full of intoxicating love vows, each of which dazzles us and makes us fall in love willingly. When the thorns of roses sting our pink skin, we are shocked to find that the vows of youth are just dew on the grass, rainbow illusion after rain, and beauty is only an instant, which makes people have no time to clean up the fragments of dreams. Young eyes can't hold too many tears, and young hearts can't hold too many farewells. We follow the trend and can't bear to part for a minute. We can't wait to rub each other into our seamless life. Forget that love should also have its own free breath. Too tight a space will only suffocate it. I traded my best youth and love for a pain, and then I struggled to understand that life is not a fairy tale, fairy tales are too beautiful and life is too realistic. Don't pray for miracles. The miracle is very small. We are too ordinary, and God has no time to work so many miracles. ...
Last night, you fell asleep quietly, as if you were never far away. The warmth from the fingertips is the most familiar lingering, which melts all my coldness. Quietly collecting happy moonlight with you, just like holding hands when I was a child, some are sweet and some are uneasy. We snuggled up to the river and watched how much sadness the wind shook with the willows. Staring into your eyes, I find that vicissitudes of life have already carved the mark of years in the corner of my eyes. When I woke up, the tears wet pillow towel recorded my heart pain. We are not meant to be together. Our meeting was God's casual fault, but it hurt you and me. The oath of the afterlife is still in my memory, but I don't want to continue. One pain is enough. Let's not refuse to forget, drink the bowl of Mengpo soup on Naihe Bridge, and don't let the pain of this life continue to the next reincarnation.
In the next life, we are the happiest strangers, passing by, looking back and smiling, and spring blossoms.
At that time, the time of our composition 6 was a dream in truth, the truth in a dream.
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I miss us at that time, young and naive, and laughter spread from village east to village west. Our footprints are everywhere in the village.
I miss the river that we have waded through countless times, the Woods that we have waded through countless times, the small bridge that we have stepped on thousands of times, and the pond that has become our must-see place in winter.
I miss the land, people and my childhood playmates there.
Time flies, are we still there eight years ago? Still as pure as when I was a child? Are you as naughty as when you were a child? Are you as stubborn as when you were a child? Still like when I was a child?
Maybe eight years ago, we ceased to exist. However, those memories that belong to us are still there.
Maybe eight years is enough time for us to have a certain distance, but our love and righteousness have never gone far.
Every time I come back from vacation, you are so excited, as if you have met the star you have long wanted.
But I know it's just a friendship that hasn't changed since eight years ago.
Zhang Jia, Zhang Shuo, Xu Shuo, smelly boy, are you all right? You are the people I miss, belong to me, and belong to people who have too many memories in this small mountain village.
Different personalities make up our group.
Zhang Jia is a little "narrow-minded", and her voice is still high, like a creaking old record; As for Zhang Shuo, she is "sincere". Every time she plays a prank, even if no one asks, she will say it in one breath. Xu Shuo is "bold" and dares to do anything. In my opinion, he is foolhardy; Smelly boy, seemingly full of "rotten water", is actually quite considerate; I ... I don't have a good evaluation. I am a very strong, competitive and enterprising person. People always have some personality, which is really interesting!
I miss everything in the small mountain village and us at that time. ...
At that time, the time of our composition 7 passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, we were no longer the children in the eyes of our parents who only had fun around their knees. We began to learn to grow up, learn to do things, and learn how to stand in society. We are no longer simple children.
Maybe when we grow up, we will find that we can only learn from what we learned at first. We can only make friends with reality, forgetting that innocence and simplicity are the best friends, but the sincerity of friendship surrounds us all our lives. The ancients said,' Three points are doomed to heaven, seven points depend on hard work, and only hard work can win.' Generations of celebrities have been passed down through the ages because of their perseverance and fighting spirit, as well as the sweat of bravely fighting for their dreams. We like smiling faces like flowers, just like Ye Hua, whose fingertips are blown by Mu Feng. We like to sit under the willow tree and listen to grandpa's touching story, which is intriguing; We like to look closely at the remnants of snow and wind, just to record their incomplete beauty, pleasing to the eye and dazzling; We like to embrace nature, it is full of pure white light ripples, lingering. ...
The bell has rung, set sail against the melody, step into the sunshine temple with the pace of dance, and pray for a stronger future. Soon, in another year, we will be separated. We won't be flushed because of a problem, we won't be angry because of the taste of competing for sundaes, and there won't be any light and shadow to record our meeting and knowing each other ... but I believe that even if we are separated, if we don't meet each other, as long as there is love in our hearts, we can still live happily and live better for each other. We should believe that the short parting is only for better meeting in the future. When the warm wind blows, we should let the memories drift, because the sky is filled with pure and cool memories, which will not be taken away by the changes of time and are still beautiful. The slightly drunk sunset drank some wine, and half-narrowed eyes dyed the whole sky red. Hard-working workers looked at the slightly drunk sky and the blooming flowers and lost their eyes.
The beauty of nature is like a faint fragrance of ylang ylang, which makes people intoxicated with its fragrance and will not feel tired. It's so beautiful, so are friends. A faint blessing filled the whole mind. When we are tired, we have friends to accompany us; When we are sad, comfort is our friend; When we can't stand the blow, it is our friends who give us strength ... Friends are constant beauty, endless hair and endless commitment, and he has spent a wonderful life with us. Friends, no matter where we are, we are still beautiful! In the future, we should look at the changes of the situation from a distance, explore all kinds of situations in the world and taste the joys and sorrows of the world. Perhaps every minute of a half-life is noisy, but in the end it is old; However, we will still spend the stormy years happily with silent language. Even though people are half old and dim, our hearts are still full of color, because we help each other and wish each other wonderful! Our friendship, trust and blessing will not change with the change of grievances. Even if the sky were to fall apart, our friendship would be like an eternal hope, and we would never betray or abandon it all our lives! Ren, water is flowing; Pour, pick at night; Wish, heart to heart, remember heart; Fate, if you miss each other, you will never die. Friends, no matter what the future is like, as long as we remember each other and wait for the carriage in the future to fly in the direction where we meet, then we will still be beautiful.
At that time, we had a lipoma on our shoulders. It was no big deal. It seems that you are in a good mood, and it is impossible to say that you don't hate it at all, just pretending to be reserved. The day before the operation, my wife also asked, "Are you afraid?" ? I prevaricated and answered irrelevant questions. The next morning, my wife got up early and started planning. Although I feel the sun is already high, I am lazy and don't want to move. Entangled and depressed, my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and I can't say the taste. Until I was led into the operating room by the doctor, I looked at the doctors wearing green coats and gloves and masks and felt that the knife could not be hidden.
The surgeon who operated on me is the chief surgeon. He is not tall, but he looks thin. It's been four or nine days, and the operating room is warm. Lying naked on the operating table still feels cold. A local anesthetic, such as being bitten by an ant. With a whimper, the doctor smelled the smell of burnt hair, and while cutting, he taught anatomy to the newly graduated students: there is a nerve here and something close there. I can't listen to anything at the moment, and my ears are full of "this is toilet paper and mouthwash, where there are tea cups and tea leaves". My wife, who doesn't usually worry much, told me word for word today, but she takes care of herself and is as patient as a child. Oh, headphones, bring a book. Hurriedly hung up the number: "Take the medical insurance card and don't lose it." Before going to the operating room: "I'll wait at the door."
In winter, I remembered the winter of thirty years ago, which was also 1 27th. That morning, the sun was lazy. At noon, the east wind suddenly rises, the gray weather looks gloomy and sad, and it is getting cold. Somehow, I miss her more and more. The cold wind blowing on the face makes people tremble, and Xue Huadian drops down. My face is as hot as a child's forgetfulness. The more I want to see her, the more my heart beats, and only her figure is shaking. In the cold winter, the road is full of dead branches and leaves, but my heart is warm. Far away, I saw her standing there in a red coat, looking so gorgeous in the dead of winter. I walked up to her silently, but I didn't have the courage to strike up a conversation. There are two girls standing beside her. There is wind and sound. They are very light. At that moment, the dead wood also made the poles bright. Someone is calling you. I didn't realize until now that I was standing in front of her in a daze. She suddenly turned around and saw me smiling and shyly coming towards me, standing a little far away from me, as if waiting for me to say something. The noise drowned her and me, and the eyes of the two girls behind her were shy and confused. Snowflakes fall on the face and melt, and water drops flow into the mouth along the cheeks, which is sweet.
Suddenly, a pain pulled me back from the past, and I groaned on the edge of the bed with my hands clenched. "Does it hurt? Add some anesthetic. " The doctor is considerate. This tumor is more complicated than I expected, and it grows too deep. When I was a child, I felt a lump here. I don't care if it doesn't hurt. Now it is gradually expanding. If you want to take it out, you need some effort. My mind goes back to 30 years ago, when I first dated her.
In February, the north wind blew tightly, and the dry snow on the roof was flying all over the sky. I can't open my eyes when the golden sun shines on the snow. Everything was quiet, except for the rustling sound when her feet and I stepped on the snow. Silence, a long silence, saw her head down and her face flushed. Suddenly, I remembered Gong Xue's paintings. I don't know whether she looks like that painting or her face and hair. Too bad. They're all dead. She leaned against a branch and blinked her eyes, trying to say, "This is a magical land": "The moors can't find it, and it's gone." I shook my head naively and naughtily. Finally, when I saw her smile, I turned my head shyly and bit my lip and smiled. "So", I'm teasing her again. Do you like moors or Shelley boys? I don't think so much about reading. She's running away. It's hard to look at her. I think it's very interesting. If you are the heroine, who do you like? I asked subconsciously. I saw her silent with her head down, her eyes looking at the snow, her feet rubbing back and forth on the ground, and for a long time, she blurted out; I won't talk to you again.
The canoe of the years has passed Chung Shan Man, and the colorful clouds in the morning of Baidicheng are vivid. Now, she is my wife and has lived with me for more than 20 years. We have a smart and handsome son. Although there have been ups and downs, unpleasantness and even heartbreak in these years, she is still by my side when I am most lonely and in need of help. I remembered the short article "If you are well, the sun will shine at home ...": If one day, you open your eyes and see that I am no longer around, call me a nickname. Yes, let me listen to it again. I always rush to say yes to this name. I was a little girl at that time, carefree.
We wrote 9 at that time. The morning sunshine leaves ripples. On the quiet path where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, where the breeze touches the earth, the morning light and the sunset light are intertwined. How happy we were that windy summer.
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Savor the past and find that what we are about to face is a painful graduation torment.
At that intersection, five people were talking and laughing with Kan Kan, but I never noticed that we were all reluctant to part.
Maybe in the future, we will be apart. I will go this way alone; Maybe in the future, I will never mention that name again; Maybe in the future, we don't know anyone, but I understand that only when we are bitter and tired will we understand that life will inevitably be separated.
Gently, gently, we waved, I walked, and every step was so hard to give up. I remembered the people in my classmates again, and the familiar melody sounded in my ears. "You at the same table", my eyes were moist, neon lights shone on me, and I cried and couldn't bear it.
You, the monitor of a class, are cute, funny and responsible, but you are stubborn, but I like this character. After all, you smile so sweetly.
You, my lovely sister, are sweeter than flowers and smile more than flowers. You have a Jianghu demeanor. You like watching rough roads and drawing swords to help each other. Like the auspicious clouds in a dream of red mansions, you have an atmospheric demeanor. Frankly, frankly. You are a green light.
You are a shining star in the sky, not contaminated with a trace of dust, just like a "rose", clean and noble, quiet on the surface, doing things neatly, secretly you are really a black-bellied little devil, and ghosts will never forget that "highlighter incident" hehe … you know! Orange stars.
It's your turn! Auntie! Ha ha laugh ... you are the best math student in our class. It seems that you are not very good at laughing, but you love to laugh and are easily bullied by boys. Do you like being with Ling best? I can see that! However, it seems that I prefer discussing math problems with her! I don't understand! How on earth did you get such good grades in math? Here, you are mysterious yellow light.
Goodbye! Everybody! Goodbye! At the crossroads, thank you! Bring me so much beauty! Everyone must remember how happy we were at that time!
At that time, our composition 10 "Where has the time gone? I'm old before I feel young! "Yes, in my primary school career, that time slipped away from the gap. ...
we are ...
"I'll come, I'll come!" I glanced, "well, just six people. Let's divide our palms into several groups! " "Ok, you are in groups of three and we are in groups of three." At that time, I was still naive, and I would think: it's good to be on the same team as the master!
"I'll stand in the front and you two will be in the back." At that time, we were as agile as birds. Step on the line here and hook the rope with your other foot. Coupled with the regular slogan "car beeping, car beeping, car beeping, car beeping, car beeping, car beeping!"
At that time, we were still full of childishness The chief accountant fouls our opponents, such as slipping the line or grinding the steps ... we often quarrel over little things. After the quarrel, we went on without taking it to heart.
Today, when I stood in the corridor on the fourth floor, overlooking the open space in front of the teaching building, the junior students danced happily, and I felt it was far away from me. I remember how happy I was when I was a child. Now, I am a sixth-grade student. Thinking that I will graduate from primary school soon, I have no time to care about their games. Buried in reading every day, worried about failing the exam, getting along with classmates and so on. Trouble after trouble.
Suddenly, I realized that I had grown up. I don't care, because my exam results are very poor. I won't quarrel with my classmates. I'll get back together in less than one class. I won't do anything that I think is childish. Find the reason, the lost years no longer exist!