Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. With the change of time, we are no longer the age to waste time. Cherish you, no matter success or failure, you have been working hard with sweat, killing with will, waiting with life, venting with tears, throwing flowers of dreams with youth, bathing the ideal stone with time, honing the axe of success with perseverance, and preparing for the years to come.
I have suffered, been happy, frustrated, disappointed, proud and down. In the end, I will grow old happily and gracefully without any regrets.
Tell yourself; Whatever the outcome, at least, I tried.
When I was in kindergarten, I was looking forward to being a student on duty and giving myself a beautiful spoon. Looking forward to sending snacks to save us a happy time for our ordinary family; Looking forward to playing games to beat others to the ground; Looking forward to the exam, showing off to parents with the results of double hundred. ...
In primary school, I was looking forward to collecting my homework and showing off my "supreme status" to my classmates; Looking forward to marking, secretly give yourself full marks; Looking forward to June 1 ST, pretending to receive the prize smartly under the envious eyes of others; Looking forward to the exam, give my mother a chance to be proud. ...
When I was in junior high school, I was looking forward to class, and it was messy to be with my classmates. Looking forward to going to school, going to Internet cafes to play boring games, and satisfying my little rebellion; Look forward to fighting, strive to be good friends, and become a big sister in the eyes of others; Looking forward to the exam is the teacher's favorite ...
Now I graduated from junior high school and began to study hard. I worked hard for three years and was admitted to the ideal Peking University.
Life is constantly updated. The new comes to me, the new becomes the old, and the old is always abandoned. They came slowly and walked quickly. There is nothing to say about our life, but it has always been like this.
My primary school is a five-year program. After all, I stayed with my classmates for five years. Now, I am honored to be promoted to Grade Two.
When I was in primary school, my forehead was bare, I wore a long ponytail and small thick glasses. I look very quiet and dignified, but my heart is burning with flames.
When I was in primary school, I had two girlfriends who were crazy all day, tugging at boys' red scarves and proudly and magically saying to others, "Look, my pet." At that time, it was cute and cute.
From now on, I always feel: At that time, I made a living by laughing. We can't keep our sadness in our hearts. The only thing to worry about is that we didn't do well in the exam and we have to be told when we get home.
Okay, now, there's nothing wrong with it. Laugh, make noise and make noise every day. My character is destined to make trouble all day, and it's nothing. However, I seem to sigh every day: time flies, this day has passed. However, this is only a blink of an eye. When you blink, you will smile.
You can't see the future from here, and you can't go back to the past. Therefore, I still have to live my life in a down-to-earth manner. Do I have to eat, drink and go to the bathroom to sleep every day? I am not decadent, but a reality.
Life, like an endless note, keeps jumping; Jump fast and disappear in the blink of an eye. To paraphrase Xiao Shenyang, a day passes as soon as your eyes are closed and opened. As long as you close your eyes and don't open them, your life is over.
Our life, from the beginning to the end, is just a blink of an eye.
Like water for 3 years, who fleeting, leaving me a waning moon; Who, if you want to talk about it, makes me dusty. The old ink is not dry, and the new mark is dyed. Wet dream, a beautiful time.
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Time goes by like an hourglass, remembering the days when I played with you, seems like the curtain of a dream, which has already dispersed.
It began to rain outside the window, as if listening to me talk about our madness. Now I have changed from a little girl who knows nothing to a sensible girl. But where did the pure and beautiful friendship between us go?
Now, you have changed from a troublemaker who can't take care of others and only causes trouble to others to a gentle and helpful big sister. Why did you pass me by like a stranger when we met? How much I want to say a word to you, even a greeting, but I don't have the courage to recall our story with you.
Now, she has changed from a quiet girl who dare not talk to strangers to a cheerful and generous tomboy. Every time I see you as brothers, I am a little happy for your change, but why are you still a little lost in my heart? Maybe it's because I told you warmly when I haven't seen you for a long time, and you just replied coldly, well, it's really been a long time, or because the gap between us is getting deeper and deeper.
I don't know when the rain stopped outside the window. I went out and saw the gorgeous rainbow after the rain. Because of its beauty, I thought a lot.
In another year, we may never see each other again. Now all I can do is to bless you silently, and I hope you can all understand that in this sad and bright youth, your position in my heart is irreplaceable.
Perhaps, the friendship between us has always been with me, no matter what will happen in the future, in short, thank you for accompanying me, just like a fleeting time.
As time goes by, will the passing be beautiful, or will the beautiful be beautiful?
I believe that everyone has left a series of footprints in their hearts. ...
Growing footprint
When you learn drum sets, you always miss the beat, and you also make mistakes when you practice dancing. Young man, who can't help making mistakes? When you know the mistakes, it is not difficult to eradicate them. A mistake may be the beginning of another mistake, and failure is also the mother of success. The road of life is tortuous, and both geniuses and great men make mistakes. Mistakes don't make them afraid. They fall, get up and start on their way again. It's not mistakes that are terrible. The terrible thing is to treat mistakes wrongly. Mistakes are a compulsory course. Everyone should study them carefully and get to know them, so that I can mature. I will never be confused about the lessons of a better life.
Footprints of time
It keeps an unforgettable moment in the journey. These moments, perhaps brilliant, perhaps dazzling, perhaps gloomy, perhaps thrilling, wonderful as a fairyland, terrible as a trap, endlessly carving everything in the world and carving all kinds of life. Everything is the object of his carving, and no one can escape. Clouds in the sky, roads on the ground, waves in the sea, bridges in rivers, trees in forests, and tall buildings in cities. Only the future, this is a field that can't disappear and carve, so let's cherish the future more.
The footsteps of history
1949, the establishment of founding ceremony and People's Republic of China (PRC) opened a new era in history. Since then, China has ended the humiliating history of being enslaved for more than 100 years and truly became an independent country. Since then, the people of China have stood up and become the masters of the country. Tibet was peacefully liberated on 195 1. At this point, the mainland of the motherland has been unified and all ethnic groups have achieved great unity. 1953~ 1957, the first five-year plan. From then on, China began to change the face of industrial backwardness and move towards socialist industrialization.
Whether it is the footprint of growth, time or history. They all left unforgettable footprints for a person, a moment and a period of history.
The sand in the hourglass disappears bit by bit, the meteors in the sky fly again and again, and the seconds in the clock turn again and again. ...
She is my friend who grew up together. She is only one month younger than me. When she was a child, the first thing she said was to call me sister in immature language. I wonder if I should call her sister-in-law.
She is a friend I played with since I was a child. She is only one year older than me, but everything she does always makes me go to kindergarten with her because of her poor family. Before every class, she always waits for me to pack up and go together. The most memorable time, when I was a child, my mother made me milk powder. Because the ribs at the bottom were bitter and astringent, I didn't drink them, but she always drank them.
But the person with the most pictures in my memory is the first one. Maybe her family is friends with each other, maybe she grew up together, or maybe. ...
When I was a child, lying in my father's arms, he always told me the first story about her. In my father's words, I went to dig wild vegetables, and she honestly went to find wild vegetables, but I sat there pulling weeds for fun, and the sky gradually became hazy and red. She and I are going home, too, because I have been playing and there are no wild vegetables in the basket. When I saw that her basket was full of wild vegetables, I put her wild vegetables in it.
However, time has taken away all these wonderful memories. I think, when we suddenly look back, we will inadvertently find those little things, just like the uncut steps, extending your growth path.
In the deep memory, we have all been to such a fantastic maze. In the maze, did you also meet the mysterious passing beauty like running water?
Six years passed like water, and I stood on tiptoe and walked quietly. 16 years has been taken away unconsciously. The past is like a cloud, so vague. But some pictures flash like movies, so clear.
Passing through the fleeting dust and stopping at the ferry of life, the lingering fragrance of yesterday remains in my memory.
I remember when I was a child, the bell was the most beautiful music for us. The students rushed out of the classroom and ran to the playground to play. You chase me everywhere, I chase you with a smile, and those tender faces are filled with unabashed joy. Our laughter soared into the sky, the sun blushed and the white clouds softened their hearts.
I remember the red and white plastic runway, on which we used to sweat profusely. I cried tired, but I never gave up. How long is the distance of 800 meters? You said you wanted to climb over, but you finally gritted your teeth and finished.
I remember that spacious and bright classroom, where the math teacher was pointing at the podium with a triangular ruler. The students under the podium were like withered flowers and heads of medicine sticks. Suddenly, a chalk head fell from the sky, causing a burst of laughter. ...
We will all travel far in the end.
In the end, we will all go our separate ways.
Looking back on that year, it is really unreal. A long farewell song and a gentle melody sang our colorful youth shallowly.
I don't know when we have lost our original innocence. The colorful Rubik's cube in his hand is now a cold mobile phone, and his once bright eyes have now put on glasses. We are all fighting for our ideals and future, just because we will look back when we become senile and feel dejected, we will not regret it!
In retrospect, it was a touching story. I look forward to the future and cherish the memory of the past. Let's fight while we are still young! Don't leave a sad place for yourself after ten or even decades!
Looking back, memory is a drop of clear water, splashing ripples in my heart. Looking back, it is a clear spring, and the heart is surging; Memory is a clear lotus flower, and its heart exudes fragrance. I will leave this alma mater and fly to my dream.
Yuan Shuxiang, the willows are green. On the playground, there is bitterness. In the classroom, the sound of the book won't disappear-everything is cut off ... my eyes are wet again.
"Come on, come on!" Cheers came to my mind, ah! This is a sports meeting! I felt that I was back in the playground, feeling the pain from all parts of my body after strenuous exercise, but I held on. In the cheers of my classmates, I won the fourth place again. That taste is really sweet!
Walking into the teaching building, another scene came to mind, and I remembered the scene of the senior high school entrance examination. I was very proud and impetuous at that time. I didn't pay attention to the final exam at all, so I was not careful. I failed miserably in the exam. My former friends and classmates don't want to talk to me anymore, and their hearts are full of depression and anger. I hid in that time, worked hard, and finally ran back to my position. Looking back at the school gate again, I remembered that when I was in kindergarten, it was innocent and lovely, but I would rather die than get started. Because at that time, in my opinion, it was an invisible cage that suffocated me. In the world of toys, I soon became fascinated.
Six years have passed, and I have grown from a child to an adult. In the past six years, I have come into contact with jathyapple, and my ups and downs only exist in my memory. Farewell, my teacher, my classmates and my alma mater!
It's like the water has been flowing for eight years. The sea of books is long, so it's wonderful to pace up and immerse yourself in it. The world prefers to appreciate the big waves on the sea-classic literary masterpieces, magnificent; And I prefer the ripples on the sea-short stories. They are so soft, there is no surging waves, no majestic waves, but a trickle slowly permeates people's hearts.
I like the petty bourgeoisie in the book, the truth in the book and the humor between the lines. Compared with masterpieces, these short stories are more real and imaginative, which makes me want to stop. I am addicted to this, and I don't feel bitter all night; The hero's life is always in his heart, not himself; The end of every story is both the end and the beginning, which is unforgettable, memorable and filled with emotion. ...
What I have is not necessarily books, but books are indispensable in my life. I am willing to savor a good book a thousand times, and even recite it backwards. The thirst for knowledge always attracts me. Every time I turn on the computer, I can't help eagerly searching for some hard-to-find good books and feeling some philosophies, which makes my life full and happy.
In the book, I can feel the love and hate of each character, feel the ups and downs of their fate, and miss those fleeting years. Being in it is like being a corner of it and having different tastes.
Every time I read a book, I will have such a feeling of life, so I try to enrich myself and learn to exercise restraint. Just like a' hard rock' rolling down a hillside, it has worn away some unacceptable and daunting' edges and corners' while understanding right and wrong, and pursued inner peace and tranquility. Reading, reading and thinking about books are all processes of self-growth and perfection. When reading, we gain much more than knowledge.
Every reading is a new life experience for me. The famous saying is that the Millennium old adage always lingers in my ears: the book has its own golden house, the book has its own thousand bells and millet, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. Knowledge is wealth, but life perception is not?
Water seems to have passed through the years. Water seems to be a common word used by poets who have moved to other places. Whether it is Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond in thousands of feet", Su Shi's "Go to river of no return to wash away the stormy waves", or "How the Yellow River water can't be moved out of heaven in wine", literati have pinned their lofty sentiments on a clear water since ancient times.
"Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon at sea is born in the tide." Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" describes the hazy scene under the moonlight in the south of the Yangtze River. The spring of a river is very calm, and a bright moon rises in the river, reflecting the hazy water mist. What a beautiful picture of spring tide. "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." Li Qingzhao is a talented woman, but she was born in troubled times. She was originally a woman, but she wrote the heroic words that "life is a hero and death is a ghost". I still feel deafening when I recite it now.
Just like Confucius said, "The deceased is like a husband, staying up all night", time passes like water, flowing eastward and never coming back. Later generations put forward the aphorism that "young people don't work hard, but old people are sad". Su Dongpo, a generation of heroes, still encouraged himself that "life is few, the water in front of the door can still flow westward" and said that "cherish the years and months as water flows, and the water in front of the door can also flow westward."
"Where there is no water, there are mountains and islands." Cao Cao stood on the Jieshi and looked out at the sea. The sea is as flat as Ye Ping, but there is a mountain island. Seeing the heroic spirit of the sea, he felt deeply. His political ambition, his ambition and his optimism about the future are all reflected in this immortal "Looking at the Sea", showing the domineering of a generation.
The trees are full of jade petals, but the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is entangled. Flowers fly and rain fall as before, and the years are like flowing water, just sighing about the vicissitudes of life, and the romantic figures of the ages have long since become a thing of the past.
"Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty!" Facing the fleeting time, don't sigh, feel with your heart and understand the meaning of water.
Like water, the year is 10. A day is a year, and a year is a day.
So, I walk between stations every day.
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I often take the bus and choose a window seat. In the summer afternoon, I stopped one stop at a time, and I was also obsessed with the transformation of light and shadow outside the window and the interweaving of light and shade.
Until one day I suddenly found that everyone learned to smile and wave goodbye in the car. It seems like a long day, but we can always meet tomorrow anyway. People leave station by station, leaving only cold air and empty feelings.
Even if it's a fleeting time, I can't resist the lonely gesture after all.
It turns out that vows are not just invalid letters in the face of parting.
However, is there really a parting? Xi Murong said: "If parting makes the memories clearer and the details neglected when we get along become clear, then parting is not parting."
Therefore, time can disappear, but memory can last forever.
Those who appear in my life, their smiles are like peach blossoms, even if they are temporary warmth, as long as they can be remembered, memories will never end.
The people I walked with on the road of life are like the stars in the sky. Looking back, I found nothing blowing in the wind. It turns out that the past is not like smoke.
Some parting is not never seeing each other again. But I will always miss it.
Let everything drift with the wind, in fact, in the hot summer after the senior high school entrance examination, let all the noise return to the cold, and let all the growth gradually precipitate. That summer, I learned to struggle, to endure and to wait. That summer, I learned to put everything in my heart gently, and then look back and say goodbye.
After the midsummer, the harvest is in the autumn.
I believe that I can go far in the new world I am looking forward to.
Summer ended in farewell.
But it's almost over. It's about to start.
Six years ago, we walked into this strange campus with a bright red scarf. For six years, we sweated on the basketball court and studied hard in the classroom; After six years, a test paper failed us, and we are about to go our separate ways and climb to a new height at a new starting point. In the past six years, scene after scene has clearly emerged in front of my eyes and haunted my mind. The graduation bell is about to ring. We should have a good look at our alma mater, teachers and classmates in the last days of primary school.
Alma mater, you carry my youth and dreams. Alma mater, this kind name, I will never forget. As the vice captain and top student of the school, I have dedicated my outstanding achievements to you, but I still can't repay your training.
Teacher, I extend my most sincere respect to you. Teacher, you brought me lost in the dark to the peak of knowledge and the palace of literature. Remember when my composition was selected by the publishing house for the first time and your encouragement was written into the book? Do you remember my falling grades and your guidance to me? Remember my novel was praised by the headmaster, do you strongly support me? Do you still remember that I won the first place in the annual examination group in a row and what you expected of me? All these are my best memories.
Classmate, you are my most solid backing. Classmate, I accidentally got hurt in the grade basketball game. You didn't blame me, but took care of me. I was embarrassed to disappoint your expectations, so I went into battle with an injury, won the second class and won the championship. With you, I was braver in the Vietnam War and I was invincible.
Fallen leaves hover, which is the gratitude of fallen leaves to the earth. Alma mater, teachers and classmates, thank you for your countless help. As time goes by, I will graduate soon. I won't forget you, you are my favorite person!
12 seems like water flies, and the deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night.
Time flows by your feet like running water, blows by your ears like a breeze, and is immersed in the air like a flower fragrance.
What is time, why does it go so fast, and where does it go?
We have never thought about why time passes so quickly. We have been wasting time. The pale days are repeated day after day, watching movies, playing mobile phones and even novels are placed in dark corners. Most of the good times were spent in the stagnant water woven by the internet. At that moment, time passed relentlessly. ...
The passage of time is like this, without a trace, just like the dew on the lotus leaf, sliding into the water at that moment, fast and crisp, and the sun flies like a shuttle. Childhood stays in time, and there is no trace for a moment.
I never thought that the passage of time would be like a bow and arrow released, and it would never return.
What happened four years ago seems to have happened yesterday, and it is still branded in my mind. Autumn leaves are falling, and the thick autumn is slowly coming through. On the bench under the maple tree, we quarreled with her, fought for a piece of candy together, hung our legs on the bench like girlfriends, told each other little secrets and shared interesting anecdotes. ...
Childhood is like a honey pot. We are the happiest in the honeypot. There is no anger or sadness, only joy. I didn't begin to feel the time fly until she piled the benches with fallen leaves because of her studies.
I know that time is like a gorgeous flower, and I know that the flower will fade.
I know time is like fragrant wine, and I know it will turn sour.
I know that time is like a young leaf, and I know that this leaf will end its life one day.
Because the hourglass won't open, I can't see how much sand there is in it. All I know is that the hourglass keeps leaking. ...
Like water, 13 people only know how to cherish it when they lose it.
"The clouds are floating around, and the stars change every few years." The journey of junior high school is coming to an end. In this last journey, I want to slow down, savor the hard work of more than 1000 days and nights, and slowly feel the alma mater that finally made me live for more than 1000 days and nights.
Walking around the campus, I feel that under the banyan tree, it seems a lot taller. I still remember seeing it as soon as I came in the first day of junior high school, full of vitality and smiling. Three years later, it still stands beside the campus playground, welcoming groups of freshmen and sending away groups of graduates. How time flies! The breeze blew and the leaves fell, which seemed to be our farewell dinner. Touching its trunk, I left quietly.
On the playground, the lonely figure and the playground form a disharmonious picture. How lively the playground used to be: cheers and shouts, continuous. Now the sound has disappeared. Where is it hidden? The laughter and noise in class, with the click of the camera, everything is fixed in this imperfect photo.
Why is the smell of food so attractive when walking near the canteen? The dish that has been scolded for three years has now become a habitual delicacy. What I can think of is not the scene where the dishes cooked by my aunt in the canteen are picky, but only the tenderness when my uncle and aunt in the canteen handed me a cup of milk tea and a bowl of seaweed soup.
Ah, I have to go.
Kites will always fly far, but the thread will always stay on the ground; Cooking smoke always flies far away, but the source stays in the house; Young eagles always fly far away, but stay at home; We always fly far away, but our footprints remain on the playground of our alma mater.
Sigh that the golden mirror has been sold, and the years are fleeting.
Don't be sad, because we are growing.
At that moment, we graduated.
Flowing like water 14 seconds; A minute passed; A brief moment; A lightning-fast day; The fleeting January; An imperceptible year; A life that has quietly passed away Time flies like water. .......
Flowers fade, but they will bloom again. The swallows have flown away, and there is still time to come again. Time has passed, but it can never be redeemed. "Don't wait for leisure, it's sad for nothing."
Time is passing, and the days are still ordinary. Spring goes and spring comes, and flowers bloom and fall. Time will never wait for us. Why not let us wait for time?
There may be many seconds, minutes, moments and days in a person's life ... but these are limited after all. You can "live today and wait for tomorrow". "Tomorrow is tomorrow. How many tomorrows are there?" However, please don't forget that Tian Yun's infinite life is limited. "Can there be geometry in a hundred years?" Time is like an honest land. When it is about to die, will it leave behind gloomy Woods and colorful brocade, or barren wilderness and thorny ruins?
Time is also a day, and day is also a time. Day and time are also the materials that make up life. If you want to cherish life, please cherish time!
Time is sometimes as sharp as a knife. Time is money. My friend, seize today, and you will be worthy of yesterday and face tomorrow with confidence!
In present life, some people are immersed in memories, and they rely on yesterday; Some people are addicted to dreams and look forward to tomorrow. Diligent and enterprising people, they deeply understand that time is life and will never waste today's precious time!
When I am white-haired, I set off a dusty calendar, recalling the past years, and my life is telling you deeply: end my life without regrets. ......
After careful calculation, it has been half a year since I graduated from my alma mater, but I can't forget everything in the international branch.
The classroom with bright windows, warm and tidy dormitory, canteen with fragrant dishes, amiable teachers and lush lawns … Besides these good hardware facilities, excellent teaching quality is even more commendable. In my impression, the biggest feature of international branch schools is "strictness", and the rules and regulations are very strict. What I still remember is the six rules on the front page of the student handbook; The study discipline is strict, and there is no sound in the classroom during the self-study class ... Of course, this does not mean that students are not free. Every morning, between classes and in the afternoon, the running exercise in the activity class gives me the opportunity to engage in outdoor activities, and the combination of work and rest can improve efficiency. And the team of teachers in my alma mater. Every teacher is very dedicated. You don't have to be afraid of the teacher. They are happy to help you solve problems, whether in life or in study.
What I miss most is the food in the school cafeteria. Every time I eat at a table, the scene is spectacular. Although it is not as delicious as the food at home, it is rich and convenient. There is also a beautiful scenery in the international branch school, that is, early reading classes, and many students will stand in the corridor to study, and the sound of reading still echoes in my ears.
Up to now, I still clearly remember the time full of sweat and hardship in senior three. In order to relieve stress, I often go long-distance running with my classmates to exercise my body and perseverance. Stepping on the runway of our alma mater, we encouraged each other and cheered together. When we reached the finish line, we were all winners, and we defeated ourselves. But at the same time, I also know that the road ahead is still very long, and my road has just begun. Only by sticking to the end, I am the real winner.
Now I am a college student, but I am nostalgic at heart, and I will still miss the teachers of my alma mater from time to time and miss the bits and pieces. Here, I send my most sincere wishes to my alma mater and hope that the future of my alma mater will be more brilliant.