Life is a journey full of unknowns. What you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of seeing the scenery. The journey will not end because of the beautiful scenery. ? ——Inscription

Time rolls by like the water of the Yangtze River. Fifteen spring and autumn years pass by the tip of the pen, packing the five flavors into the suitcase, placing one at each stop, scattered in every corner of the world, as the years pass by Pick it up and piece together the perfection of this life.

01. Field of Hope

Accompanied by the crisp crow of the cock, people who have slept soundly all night gradually wake up from their sleep.

The sun rises slowly from the horizon, and the originally pure white clouds around it are now stained with layers of bright red, which is extremely beautiful.

"Hurry up, the red dragonfly is about to fly away!"

"It's okay, there is a colorful butterfly there!"

Child In this era, we like to play in fields full of green grass and flowers with our friends nearby. It seems to be a paradise just for our children.

In spring, we like to fly kites under the vast sky; in summer, we like to catch cicadas in the dense jungle; in autumn, we like to play card games under the fruit-laden trees; in winter, we I like singing and dancing by the gurgling stream...

Field of hope, you carry the good times of our childhood!

02. Warm cabin

I went to junior high school in a town, and my home is in a small village. So, I went to a dormitory in junior high school. , I can only go home on weekends every week.

Usually, there is only a hard-working mother, a naughty brother and an amiable grandma at home. The younger brother watches TV after finishing his homework and has nothing to say to the adults, so the atmosphere is relatively quiet.

However, when I returned home, the originally quiet cabin was filled with laughter and laughter, and the breath of happiness filled every corner of the room.

My younger brother likes to talk to me. While he was watching TV, I was sorting out the books I brought back. He would talk to me with gusto about how funny and interesting the TV series was; he would also talk about many things. There were many funny things that happened in his class last week; and he often made fun of me, and kept chattering there, like a sparrow. Sometimes I couldn’t help but listen to what he said. Smiling...

The night fell suddenly from the sky, and my mother, who had been busy outside for a day, also returned home with the sunset. I shouted happily:

"Mom"

The mother also had a rare smile on her face. Maybe she was very happy to see her child whom she had not seen for a week!

Later, my mother also came to cook together. She was in charge of cooking, and I helped her. Mainly because my cooking skills were not yet up to par, and I was worried that the dishes I cooked would be disliked, otherwise I would not want to go there. Show off your skills.

Wisps of smoke emerged from the roof of the house, the night gradually enveloped the nature, and a tangy fragrance came from the house. At this time, my heart was really "salivating"! I handed my mother a plate, and the fried food was about to come out of the pan.

The passage of time has caused a few strands of black hair to appear on my mother’s temples, causing her skin to become covered with wrinkles day by day, and a few crooked crow’s feet to appear on the corners of her eyes. Mom, I know that you have made our life what it is today because of your hard work. Mom, I love you, you have worked hard.

After dinner was cooked, the whole family sat together around the table. Today’s news broadcast was on the TV. The table was steaming hot. My brother and I couldn’t wait to start enjoying our mother’s craftsmanship. From time to time, there were a few clashing sounds between chopsticks. It must be that my brother and I were fighting for food again. My mother accidentally laughed out loud "Pfft~~"

I like to talk about this week Tell them all kinds of things that happened in school. This week we had another exam. This week, how much homework did teacher XX assign? This week, a certain classmate was punished by the teacher again. This week we What kind of activities were held...

I'm so lucky that I have such a loyal audience. They will laugh when they listen to my chatty stories and sometimes they will also express their opinions. Of course, I will listen carefully to your opinions or opinions, and maybe they will come in handy in the future!

Warm little house, you carry the happiness of our youth!

03. Boring life

The garden-like campus is colorfully decorated and full of life, with unique teaching buildings. Decorated with verdant trees and shy flowers, it adds to the vitality and naturally forms a scenery of artificial beauty and natural beauty.

The scenery outside the classroom is very beautiful, but we inside the classroom are not beautiful at all.

Our youth is not the vigorous love story in the TV series; it is not the experience of a 17-year-old girl having an abortion; it is not the invincible handsome guy as her boyfriend; it is not the change of a Chanel bag every day to show off wealth on the street ...

Our youth is spent in one test paper after another, in one dazzling red cross after another, in two hours of non-stop mock exams again and again. of!

We are afraid of our mother’s scolding, of the way our father looks at us, of the way the teacher looks when he is angry, of the admission letter we like after the high school entrance examination that does not have our name on it...

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This is our youth, the youth of Chinese children. We will not be afraid of hardship or tiredness. Because we have nothing, we must face and accept everything. This is our greatest courage.

In the last two months of the high school entrance examination, the students have all entered the sprint stage. The students who used to like playing with their mobile phones no longer play with them. They also followed the example of other students and began to study seriously; Some students still read in the dormitory until 11 o'clock, and kept reciting various knowledge points and formulas; some students got up very early the next day and started to recite ancient poems and grammar in the weak morning light. Even in our favorite ten-minute recess in the past, no one in the class walked out of the classroom. They were all studying every minute in the classroom...

There is a famous saying that goes like this of:

Where there is a will, there is a way. After breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, one hundred and two Qin Passes will eventually belong to Chu;

Those who work hard will not be let down by God. If they lie on the firewood and taste their gall, three thousand Yue Jia can swallow up Wu.

Yes, as long as we have a dream and take action for it, no matter how great the dream is, it is possible to realize it!

The dawn of success belongs to everyone who has struggled. On the day when they got their high school entrance examination results, the faces of the students were all filled with happy smiles, and they happily talked with their classmates about their thoughts and feelings. I know, We succeeded, thanks to ourselves who worked so hard to get into high school.

In the boring life, you record the sweat of our struggle for the high school entrance examination!

04. Silent Farewell

If I could turn back time, I really want to see you again.

You are the pistachio in our dormitory, the belle of our school, a good friend of all our classmates in Class 7, and a good student of all the teachers...

National Day was originally supposed to be It is a festival celebrated by the whole country. Families gather together to eat, and classmates chat and joke in the group, but we heard a piece of news that surprised us - you left without saying goodbye.

I didn’t believe it at all at first. It must be fake. How could it be possible? If you are so kind, God will definitely not treat you like this.

But when I picked up the phone again and clicked on our QQ class group, I saw that they were all discussing about you. I thought, it is obviously fake, what else is there to say?

However, the system prompted that there were hundreds of unread messages. I couldn’t restrain my curiosity and scrolled through the chat history. My hands couldn’t help but tremble. I couldn’t believe them. It's true, it's very scary.

I am a girl who doesn’t like to cry, but at this moment, tears fell drop by drop on the screen of my mobile phone. I held on to the page of chat history for fear that I would miss it. It was a picture of a traffic accident scene. However, I read it dozens of times and finally confirmed that I was right. It turned out that what they said was true...

At this time, I had already burst into tears.

The pain of separation and disappointment can no longer be heard.

That night, a sudden traffic accident took away a good daughter that a mother had worked hard to raise for more than ten years, a good friend who had been with us day and night for two years, and a teacher. The good student who is obedient and sensible in the eyes has also taken away many good girls that boys love...

Quietness is the farewell shengxiao, silence is tonight's Cambridge.

And we will part ways eventually, on that late autumn night when ginkgo leaves suddenly fall all over the grass.

On that National Day, we were not happy at all, Tingting, do you know? Your photos occupied my space in those days. My classmates were all posting your pictures. The classmates in our class also posted a lot of "You will always be a part of Class 7" and "Class 7 will always be here for you." "Always stay", "Salute to Class 7"...

As I read through the comments posted by my classmates, tears fell on the screen. Those were pictures taken in your supermarket on the last day. Really, Tingting, no matter how you take pictures, you are still so beautiful, so temperamental, so cute, you are still the beauty of our class, we really, really like you very much...

What about you? Do you like us?

If you like us, take good care of yourself over there, otherwise I will be unhappy.

Silent farewell, may you carry our thoughts to the distance!

Bitterness is the essence of growth, and joy is a short interlude that makes growth no longer boring. It is precisely because of its bitterness that basil has an intriguing aftertaste, which makes growth even more memorable.

Everyone must grow up inevitably, and growth must go through some ups and downs. If the journey is smooth, it is not growth.

Growing up is a journey of bitterness and joy. It taught me to love life, always care about my loved ones, dare to fight for my dreams, and that life is precious. After experiencing so much, I am still on the road to growth. A difficult walk, because I know that only by knowing how to temper yourself in trials can you reflect the value of life and gradually grow.