We are not the same composition 1 If life is colorful, then youth must be the most beautiful touch; If life is mysterious, then youth must be the most mysterious layer; If life is a mixture of flavors, then youth is the most unforgettable one.
ferment
Youth is like a party. At some point, we met a group of lovely people, and at some point, we were doomed to part ... At first, graduation seemed to be a very distant word for us in the ninth grade, until the night before graduation. At night, through the window of the classroom, the night sky looks clear and the crescent moon hangs inside. On the last night of self-study, we sat together and watched the exercises on the blackboard. In our enthusiastic answer, the bell finally resounded through the classroom and dispersed the "noise". The classroom was quiet, and the teacher smiled as usual and said, "We will assign a task to clean the classroom and clean up all the traces you left behind!" " "After listening to these, I still remember that the students looked around the classroom in unison, with our previous signatures, our previous' achievements' and full memories. We all said with one voice, "Why?" The teacher replied a little helplessly: "Because you graduated!" Although some people know perfectly well past ask, we still can't accept this answer. I left the classroom very late that night. I only remember looking up at the sky on the railing. The moonlight is "hazy" and people are "hazy".
sweet
Youth is like a train, which takes you into a group of lovely people, friends, teachers and warmth ... The weather this winter suddenly becomes unpredictable. Yesterday was sunny, and today is like the seventy-two changes in the Monkey King. Without any warning, the snow flew. Looking out of the window, I have no interest in Cen Can's poem "If the spring breeze comes, the petals of ten thousand pear trees will blow open at night", because I was really cold at that time, and my deskmate said that my lips were purple. I didn't contact my parents, so I thought about putting up with it and going home one day. I found that the teacher had a pair of observant eyes and lent me her clothes. At this time, looking out of the window, Korean describes that "snow is too late to be blue, and ancient trees are flying flowers".
difficult
Youth, like a growing transformation, pushes a group of lovely people to the battlefield ... Once upon a time, we would see such a neat team, marching at the same pace, walking through the morning fog, or stepping on wet land: accompanied by golden flying leaves, or facing the warm sunshine, we never leave every morning or every meal! We used to be together, swimming in the ocean of problems. In this silent smoke, there are always twists and turns, and we never give up!
fragrant
Youth is like a epiphyllum, but it is not a flash in the pan, but a process of epiphyllum sprouting and reopening. Although short-lived, it witnessed the growth of a group of lovely people. Out of the ninth grade, I still vaguely remember that I was afraid to answer questions, and I was not very confident. Looking back now, my face will turn red after speaking in class, I will be nervous when I think about it during the exam, and my face will always be irritable. Now, I have learned to try, show and accept. Somehow, I have nothing to tell you about how I felt for the first time.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness; Light clouds, light tears, light years, and ignorant youth left a deep aftertaste.
We are different from each other. As the sun sets, the breeze is gentle, and Xia Hong covers the horizon. Our family sat chatting, and laughter filled the whole yard.
At this time, a white light flew past the sky. "Look, the plane!" I cried with excitement. Grandpa suddenly felt: "China has changed so much since the reform and opening up! We used to travel on foot, but now the plane is running in the sky! " I looked at grandpa with a puzzled face. Grandpa said: "At that time, there was no reform and opening up, we had no books to read, and the farmland on the mountain had to be hoed." Dad took over: "In those years, we just started the reform and opening up, and we had books to read and clothes to mend." I said mischievously, "We have not only studied these years, but also gone dancing tomorrow." Everyone laughed and said in unison, "You don't know if you are lucky." "
Mother said to me earnestly: "Flowers of the motherland, you should also study hard and fly as fast and high as an airplane in this sky!" " "
We are different from each other. Through the wind and rain, we have seen the gathering, dispersion and separation of life, and felt too many changes in cool thin and people's hearts. Even simple friendship is afraid of indifference and alienation because it cares. -inscription
A moth threw herself into flames and broke into pieces, but it doesn't matter. It was once happy. Male mantis and female mantis once lived happily together. Finally, the male mantis was eaten by the female mantis, but it doesn't matter, but they love each other. I like it and I hate it, but I have no regrets. Friend, we are really different. We once naively thought that you were all to me, but due to the alternation of time and the loss of fate, I don't know when we seem to be gradually alienated, but you and I didn't find it. Perhaps it is the distance of self-comfort that produces beauty!
A long time ago, I admired the love between Snow White and the prince. I like that they can overcome difficulties and live happily together no matter how hard they are. So I read countless fairy tales when I was a child, and then I grew up gradually. At first, I didn't understand why there were always little red riding hood, magic and harp in fairy tales, why the princess was always with the prince, why, too many reasons, too many fairy tales, that was my childhood, an unreal childhood. Later, when I grew up, life became busy. The same. When I grow up, I envy myself as a child, because there is not much suspicion, calculation and parting. We learned a lot when we were young, and what I like best is to cherish. Learn to cherish because you have lost it, and learn to cherish because you are afraid of losing it again.
God, he's such a joke. He made our one-in-a-billion meeting come true. It is not easy to meet in the vast sea of people, and it is even more difficult to protect each other. God chose to let us meet and know each other, but everything seemed so beautiful, but it didn't let us go to the best. Choose to quit halfway with the other party. I don't know when our friends started, but it seems that we are really estranged. Time is a cruel reality. After two years of victory, you and I finally lost. I admit that I have always been brave for you, but everyone will be tired and change. My only bottom line is not to let me do things I hate. If I say something against my will, I can't do it! ! Of course, don't expect me to do that, my friend. Maybe we are really different.
It seems that the name of friend is not suitable for you and me now. You and I should just be classmates now, without too many languages and getting along with each other. This is a model "Soviet-American Cold War Model". Now we don't need to break it, because it has neither great advantages nor great disadvantages. Now you and I have our own lives and our own ways of getting along. And we can never go back to the past, the only constant is the good memories you gave me. Thank you, once appeared in my life, gave me the best thing in the world "friendship", and let me taste the ups and downs. Thank you, those people who appeared in my life, you taught me to grow up.
"We are different. Everyone has a different world. I hope we can meet again in the afterlife." Only then, we were just passers-by in each other's world. Flowers bloom and fall, seasons alternate, joys and sorrows are only the laws of self-cognition, and you and I, just accept our fate!
How much sorrow, how much sorrow, life is inevitably bitter and painful, lost, in order to truly know how to cherish and have. The separation between you and me. I didn't cry, I didn't scream, I was just sad, sad and lonely. -P.S.
We are different. In the vast world, a faint red, dotted, like a red agate inlaid in white satin. A faint fragrance wafted-oh, that's Mei. Plum blossoms in the cold winter. Perhaps, some people will only see its success, but they don't know how it overcomes the cold and blooms in this vast snow. Success is not what we think!
Close your eyes and listen to the sweet piano, as if a pair of close friends were talking under the plum tree. This piano is sometimes powerful and full of passion; Sometimes low back to tactfully, melodious wandering; Sometimes Gao Shuang and Qi Xiang, a bird ... look at the pianist on the stage. He is like the brightest star in the sky, shining with dazzling light and emitting the temperament of jade. His dexterous hands quickly jumped on the keys, bringing people to a dream world.
The piano is just a wooden box and some black and white keys. Then it will make a sound. What's so hard about that? I can learn too! I also want to learn to play the piano!
In this way, a little dream sprouted in my heart.
"Up-down-up-down-",I seriously practice raising my arms, remember what a pianist looks like and practice at home by myself. I have to sacrifice my playing time in order to learn the piano. Whenever other children play outside, I practice at home.
"Come on, let's go to the square to play!" Listening to the children's laughter outside the window, I sighed heavily and began to "talk" with the boring piano score again.
Why do I play so badly? Why is playing the piano seemingly simple but actually difficult? Why is success different from what I thought? In front of me, these dense notes seem to string into a black net, covering the sky above me, so dark that I can't breathe.
I want to give up, but I'm a little unwilling. Why do those pianists play well? Why can't I do it?
I ordered myself to practice hard, and the sound of hitting the keys tied me like a rope. Day after day, I keep practicing every day. Even when I'm not at home, my fingers can't help jumping when I think of those notes. Day after day, month after month, the birds of time flew away one by one. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my fingers changed from stiff to stretched, my movements changed from unfamiliar to skilled, and my attitude changed from fear to confidence. ...
I once played a piano piece, which was very nice. That time, I sat on the stage and played the piano. I closed my eyes and there it was. The piano is sometimes full of passion and powerful; Sometimes melodious, low back tactfully; Sometimes birds will sing in unison, and their voices will be loud ... After a song is played, I open my eyes and applause will be overwhelming. I made it! I can finish my performance like a pianist! It turns out that what makes them successful is not their talent, but their persistence and perseverance.
Mei, it can open in the cold because it has perseverance; People can succeed because of persistence! Ma Yun persevered in the face of difficulties, so he became the richest man in Asia. Lang Lang persevered in the face of setbacks, so he became the piano prince. Behind all the brilliant successes, who knows how much time and energy successful people have spent!
Success is not what we expected!