In the long river of my memory, there are happy things and sad things, but the most unforgettable thing is what happened that time. That year, in the hot summer, cicadas kept calling in the tree, as if destined to meet each other. ?
? As a newcomer, I stood at the door, hesitating whether to go in or not. You see, I am very enthusiastic. I am dragged into the class, introduced one by one, and talked and laughed. Gradually, I also spoke and became one with you. Perhaps it was that move that made me feel a warm current in my heart, warm and sweet.
The tug-of-war scene in the sports meeting is still so clearly printed in my mind. We cheered. When the referee read that we won the first prize in the group, we pretended not to care, but in fact we were as happy as a flower, beaming and sweet. ?
We grow up slowly in the alley of time, but time slips away quietly. Do you remember when our young faces held hands and sat together singing and playing games? Haven't had time to lend it to the next classmate? The worn-out football in the corner, I wonder if the girl who was kicked by the football forgave those naughty children.
At this time, the sun shines on the lake, reflecting sparkling colors and lazy thinking. I leaned against the green lawn, looked up at the blue sky and read Xi Murong's Youth.
Then I opened the yellow title page, and fate bound it badly. I saw tears in my eyes, but I have to admit that youth is a too hasty book.
Being moved like love always warms my heart. As long as you look for it with your heart, you can be moved. I was moved by such a thing.
? "The history of growing up is a beautiful pain." In my opinion, this is really a wise saying. You may ask me why, but it starts with something deep in my memory.
? Time flies like water, and many memories fade with the passing of time, but one thing impressed me deeply.
There are many things that move me in my mind. They all flashed in my memory like seashells by the sea. But one thing touched me the most. I can still remember it when I mention it.
What I have experienced is like the stars in the sky, some make me feel ashamed, some make me extremely angry, some make me experience success, and some make me deeply moved. Now I'll tell you something that moved me.
Growth is a slow-moving stream. Quietly, we grew up, learned to be strong and learned to be calm. Many memories fade with the passage of time, but one thing makes me vivid and moved.
In the alley of time, I met a time when flowers were blooming. In my most beautiful youth, I want to meet you with the most beautiful posture.
That year, in the hot summer, cicadas kept calling in the tree, as if destined to meet each other. As a newcomer, I stood at the door, hesitating whether to go in or not. You see, I am very enthusiastic. I am dragged into the class, introduced one by one, and talked and laughed. Gradually, I also spoke and became one with you. Perhaps it was that move that made me feel a warm current in my heart, warm and sweet.
The tug-of-war scene in the sports meeting is still so clearly printed in my mind. We cheered. When the referee read that we won the first prize in the group, we pretended not to care, but in fact we were as happy as a flower, beaming and sweet.
We grow up slowly in the alley of time, but time slips away quietly. Do you remember when our young faces held hands and sat together singing and playing games? Do you remember every comic book you haven't had time to lend to the next classmate? The worn-out football in the corner, I wonder if the girl who was kicked by the football forgave those naughty boys.
At this time, the sun shines on the lake, reflecting sparkling colors and lazy thinking. I leaned against the green lawn and looked up at the blue sky. Fate bound it badly, and I finished reading it with tears in my eyes, but I have to admit that youth is a book written too hastily.
? Time refers to the quicksand in an instant and the watercolor years that can't be caught. There was no time to stare, and all the glitz became unbearable fireworks. Looking back, time is deep, spring dreams are shallow, and autumn clouds are gone. Years of ink, there are many sighs I hate. Entangled with things, people are absent, sighing as beautiful as flowers, like water passing by. In the stormy years, vicissitudes have changed my appearance, but still, I can't see through the fate of this world.
Life needs a free and easy, not without emotion, but knowing how to choose. For example, fate, when it comes to natural tea, may not be "people leave the tea" when they leave, but between the aftertaste, the lips and teeth remain fragrant. However, facing the impermanence of life, I am more indifferent.
No one does not love the beauty of flowers, and no one does not miss spring. However, every piece is withered, and every piece of maple red is also the most beautiful language in this season. All the scenery is left by time, and there is no stationery.
I have painted flowers, and flowers have left poems. Cherish everything that nature has given, and your heart will be as white as snow, and all the melancholy and regrets are small plum blossoms in the cold. Every experience, from a different perspective, will experience different results.
? I have always appreciated Tao Gong's "don't care about poverty, don't care about wealth". He loves nature, although life is not satisfactory. Otherwise, how can there be such a broad-minded mind of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely"? Perhaps, it is difficult for us to reach the realm of "living in the dust and living in the sky", but it is not difficult to understand Tao Gong's "being biased from a distance".
? With a peaceful heart, accompanied by the vicissitudes of years, with a pure heart, I feel every fragrance floating through my life. I don't care about the wandering of life, but my hometown is where I feel at ease. Describing the peach blossom source of the soul with affectionate pen and ink, there is no lack of imagination in plain. When the morning glow goes down with the setting sun, when the spring flowers are stained with autumn frost, I smiled and said to myself, I have not failed my time.
Later, we often heard such a sentence: "You seem to be different from before."
I don't know where it changed, but later, we really got farther and farther away from ourselves.
? I still remember my childhood wishes, and I will never change. The things I want to do, the people I want to love and the ideals I want to realize can all be as simple and pure as they were at the beginning.
? But the experience of time, people gradually understand that there is no absolute law in this world. People's age will change, their appearance will change, and even people they like and friends around them will change.
? Sometimes I ask myself, is it because I am not good enough? Why is there a farewell in life, why do people who love each other become indifferent, and why are they still ignored after paying?
? We have tortured ourselves for thousands of times in our hearts, and finally understand that this life is made up of countless encounters and countless departures.
People who leave are all passers-by in your life, so why dwell on the past?
As a result, we put away our waywardness when we were young, no longer felt ups and downs, and no longer wanted to talk about everything.
Some people say that you have changed and become indifferent. But you know, it's not change, it's understanding.
Those who have experienced sadness have become the hardest armor on your body, protecting you and moving towards a farther and brighter future.
If you can, don't say that a person has changed easily, because you haven't walked the road he walked and experienced his mood.
If you can, give him a hug and tell him that you don't need to change or grow, because I have already carried it on my shoulders.
Some people say that the saddest thing in this world is to be further unqualified and unwilling to take a step back.
I can't love you, but I forgot. Although I have been thinking about each other, I dare not bother. Because I don't know what kind of identity to use, and I don't know how to speak.
When you end a relationship, you can simply turn around and leave, but it takes countless nights to forget someone.
Every time a person sleeps and worries, he always misses the time spent together, the music he listened to together, the movies he watched together, the meals he ate together and the roads he walked together. ......
So many memories of the past, the dribs and drabs that * * experienced together, are overwhelming.
I can't help thinking about him from the bottom of my heart. I want to tell him that I miss him very much, but those words have been deleted and modified repeatedly in the dialog box, and finally I can't send them out.
Because you know, even if you miss him, you can't tell him anymore. Maybe he has forgotten you, or maybe there are others around him, so they don't bother each other and become the last tacit understanding between them.
I often hear people ask, "What is the best way to let go?"
In fact, two people who really loved each other do not mean that they can forget, and the best result is a well-off life without disturbing each other.