Six years, our joys and sorrows.

Six years of primary school life, I have changed.

Always be a person, a person in charge of everything, a person staring blankly in the mirror, a person smirking at the sun. I don't remember who I used to be.

In the past six years, I have gained a friendship, but at the same time I have lost something, lost it and owned it again. If everything in my dream is lost, I look up at the blue sky, look down at the ground, smile and often cry.

Recently, the weather is cloudy, a little cold, and a little cold in spring. My heart is like the weather, rainy and sunny, and more often, it is a strange cloudy day-whether it is rainy or sunny.

In the past six years, there have been laughter and contemptuous eyes. I am used to isolating everything around me. I'm alone, I'm enclosed in a dark place, and words are my only friend.

My mind is full of rational and disorderly ideas, fragmentary, tedious and ordinary. I am too lazy to write. The computer is my diary. I pin my daily happiness and sadness on words, but I don't want to say it. I can only hide in every line of handwriting.

Six years. We've been together for six years. After class, we went to school and laughed, ignoring cynicism, and everything was the best memory.

Moreover, they are still lukewarm, and occasionally quarrel over trivial matters, but then they go their separate ways, and no one cares about anyone. Every time they walk to the door of the classroom, they will stand in the corridor on the other side and make fun of each other. At that moment, I felt that the air was suffocating. I quickly stepped into the classroom and forced myself to forget.

I am very tired, but I am also very helpless-what can I do except silence and patience?

Learn to be independent, and we are all growing. After parting, we met again, broke up and quarreled. For me, everything is distorted, and even an innocent look will be understood as ridicule.

I don't want to explain, and I don't need to explain. They can go wherever they want. Anyway, in their hearts, I'm just an annoying madman. A madman is a madman, and every day is a madman-I love madness, and that is the best day for me! Even if someone laughs at me, I am me, you are you, and goodbye is goodbye. I am still tied up and always do some boring tricks. I have long seen through it. I won't play with you. I'm going to find my own heaven, leave you people and think about it!

The discipline in this class is very poor. There's always someone shouting. What I hate most is that someone bothers me. The feeling of irritability makes people crazy and angry, but they still do nothing.

At the end of every report card, there is always a sentence in the teacher's comment column, "It's just better if you join the group."

Hehe, if it were that easy, would I still be so lonely for a few years? I don't want to share my troubles with others. This is my little secret. I am not too stingy. I just don't like the lively atmosphere in the group. I'm only suitable for quiet. A man's life is mine.

I am in a bad mood today. When I opened QQ, I saw that my sister's signature on Q had changed, and my eyes were hot.

"Loneliness is a person's carnival, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people."

Very lonely, but every word seeps into my heart.

Hands in pockets, looking into the distance, this city, very ordinary, carefree people, busy people, different shapes.

I look forward to the day when people in this city can stop their busy steps and enjoy ordinary dandelions on the roadside. ...

Sing a song, our song.

I like singing, and I like a quiet, intense and fast rock. It doesn't suit me. The only song that I sing repeatedly in my mouth can make my eyes moist and hot.

Whenever I hear the familiar Tayu Lo's Childhood, I always feel sad.

Just because she loves singing, she sang this song "Childhood" in the school singing competition. At that time, we were inseparable, and I always called her "Jane".

I finally got a chance to watch her play while she was playing.

Sitting below, wearing a suspender skirt, she was very nervous. I smiled and comforted her. One person walked off the stage, and the other person walked on the stage. She was sweating with nervousness.

It is her turn. Jane came stiffly and I looked at her.

That time, Jane sang very successfully, and we walked back to the classroom cheering side by side.

Looking back now, the song "Childhood" haunts my ears, and Jane's voice also haunts my mind.

We quarreled and scolded each other, and everyone went their separate ways. The beauty and laughter of the past have become the most ridiculous souvenirs. Jane is very gentle and lovely, with thin arms and legs, and is very popular with everyone.

It's just that Jane's grades are not good. Whenever the teacher asks her to speak in class, she always keeps her lips closed and is at a loss. I sighed and shook my head.

Under the banyan tree by the pond

Cicada is crying in summer.

On the swing by the playground

Only butterflies stop on it.

The teacher's chalk on the blackboard

Still twittering and writing hard

Waiting for class to end.

Waiting for childhood after school, waiting for games.

For six years, we have walked side by side, through the Spring and Autumn Period in Xia Dong, through failure and through success. At the end of this road, we sang the song "Childhood", the song that belongs to us, laughed and shed tears.

Sing a song, our song, with you, me and her song. ...

Dragonflies fly over the green rice fields in the sun.

Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw one color on one side.

When can I have a face as mature and grown up as my seniors?

Looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growth.

Day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up ...

Friendship forgotten on the runway

Snow and I are an equation and a wrong inequality.

She and I joined the track team at the same time. From then on, a girl named Xue appeared in my life with a flowery smile.

We ran side by side on the plastic track of the school, breathing, doing push-ups, being punished by the teacher and cursing XXX in disgust.

Every time I train for long-distance running, I will lag behind her for a long time. I am a sprinter, and she is the highlight of long-distance running. Seeing her figure running far away, I quickly took a big step to catch up.

She is my best bosom friend and the person I rely on most.

In learning, the teacher asked a question in class and we raised our hands at the same time. I turned my head and she turned her head and smiled at each other.

Remember the previous ethics class, we have a column for us to fill in the girlfriends of girlfriends. I did not hesitate to write down Xue's name and fill in my own personality. As a result, I took a look at Xue. Her personality is almost the same as mine.

I smiled. She smiled too.

There must be an interesting taste when two people with the same bad temper and stubbornness quarrel.

Sometimes when there is a conflict with the snow, because we are both very strong, we won't let anyone fight, that posture, that hard look, but this kind of quarrel and fight is naturally resolved after every other day.

Time slips away in our ups and downs.

I thought that until graduation, we could still have such a good time every day.

However, the snow turned indifferently and disappeared into my eyes without looking at me.

I don't know what to say. In the face of her, all my resentment and disgust were swallowed up by my waiting for a while. I don't know why. Every time I pass by her, fog will rise in front of my eyes and crystal tears will condense. At the same time, it will set a spell between us that can never be lifted-we can only be enemies forever.

I miss the appearance of snow, but at the same time I don't want to think about it, but I will still see her at school. Every time I look at her face through books and gaps and wait for a while, my mind is blank, only in my pupils, snow is reflected. ...

I left the track and field team, the place that accompanied me for three years, and the runway that carried my tears, sweat and laughter.

I often think of Snow White, her smile, her cleverness, her ridicule and her curses, but in my heart, both good words and bad words are worth cherishing.

I can only cherish what I have now, go my own way, sing my own songs and write my own articles, but I miss your smile. ...

loner

I like to walk alone on the mottled road, and the road under my feet has been trampled by me for thousands of times, but I don't feel bored-because that's what I am, a person without friends and a bright smile will only get along with loneliness. In fact, in retrospect, although I am lonely, I dare not think about the word "friend". I was a carefree little girl from a long time ago.

I once had three very good friends, and the four of us swore that even if there was no one in the world, we would still be good friends.

Haha, so that's it. What a happy and beautiful sentence it was at that time. Looking back now, I will cry.

The friendship between the three of us is witnessed by the whole class. Every recess, I will call each other nicknames for the three numbers in the classroom. The girl in the last sports meeting in primary school was 4* 100 meters, and the four of us were very United. My heart was held high at the moment when the gunfire rang. I watched their familiar figures running towards me, and we skillfully handed the stick. Then, we gritted our teeth and rushed to the finish line.

On the night of victory, the four of us went to eat hot pot together. We used to eat with our parents, but we never ate by ourselves. We all laughed and exchanged tacit eyes.

That night, it was our last toast before we parted.

After that night, our four hearts, which were once intertwined, deviated from the core and went west and east in four different tracks.

I am a very stubborn and stubborn person. We all chose the opposite direction for the fork.

I cried, very sad, very sad. I cried so sad for the first time in my life. I cried all the time. In the end, my eyes were dry, but my heart was missing a piece.

Since then, I have become very independent.

Always alone, always lying on the railing in front of the classroom, looking at the clouds in the fog in the distance, I always feel that once upon a time, once upon a time, there were three people, three people I will never forget in my life. We were together, lying side by side on the railing, talking about something irrelevant, and now there is no one around me.

I always see them in a trance, they are by my side, our past. ...

They gave me a lot of happy drops, but I don't know how to save these precious things. Looking back now, my palms are empty. In the end, nothing was caught, and nothing was kept.

Soon, really soon, our days are only in the blink of an eye.

Everything is like a dream-but I'd rather dream than wake up. I am afraid that when I wake up, I will only see the transparent ceiling overhead, and then, in the ceiling, I will see their smiles. ...

Later, we didn't say a word. Although we passed by, there was nothing but faint eyes-really, nothing.

I don't know why, the three of them came together again, hehe, I was the only one left, sad alone.

After class, the three of them always stand shoulder to shoulder in front of the railing at the edge of the corridor, arm in arm, like a big sister, pointing at people coming and going, whispering, that kind of eyes makes me feel bad.

Depression. I've been depressed.

I am afraid of falling asleep and seeing their shadows in my dreams.

The way they talked and laughed made me feel very sad. I can only pretend to be indifferent, indifferent, smile, and then shake my head and say that their business has nothing to do with me.

Who can see how painful I am behind that "hate"?

I became silent and indifferent to everything. Everything, in my eyes, is not important.

When I am with them, I am actually stubborn-I am too sad to say it. So time is wasted on joking with them and encouraging each other.

At that time, I was like a poor man who was driven out of the house. Every day, a person closes his eyes and smiles bitterly, and enjoys loneliness alone. From that moment on, I knew that this road would always be lonely, and I would never stop, because I had no retreat.

I remember that the four of us used to hate a girl named Yi, who was a very tall girl. I don't know why, all three of them hate her, and I can't help it, so I turned her down.

Fate is really wonderful. People I once "hated" will become my bosom friends bit by bit.

After getting to know her better, I found that she is actually very cute and not as annoying as I thought. At school, I was almost bored with her.

We all love writing and often discuss some problems together.

From the moment I smiled at her, the three of them, from their initial indifference to me, turned into disgust.

In class, I saw the three of them flirting with me, shouting affectionately, and casting contemptuous glances at me from time to time. I grit my teeth. I know I'm shaking, and my eyes are blurred again. I am prone on my desk and don't want to attend any more lectures.

They scold me and Yi more and more times, and sometimes they even scribble ugly things on paper, then write my and Yi's names, and then write a bunch of swearing words below.

After reading this paper, what can I do except smile bitterly?

This is the price of gaining a new friendship.

Accustomed to them rolling their eyes at me and Yi, and then frowning and calling "pervert", all my anger was aroused by them at that moment.

I told myself that they forced me to do this, and they were the only ones to blame.

From that moment on, I stopped wandering around and devoted myself to my study. I knew I couldn't lose to them and let them point and look down on me!

We all stubbornly refused to look back and forgive each other. From then on, we became the most hostile enemies in our class.

Our war will never stop.

I know that a person must bow his head and apologize first, but I know them too well, and I also know that I can't back down first and give in first.

So, the war has been going on.

Every day, I pass in my wry smile and their cynicism.

To this day, I will recall those stories.

However, I always shake my head, shaking off the memories in my head and the silver light floating in my eyes, alone. I don't need their company anyway. I can live well without them. Every day, do I still go to school, eat, wash my face and sleep as usual? Don't feel sorry for them.

That's true, but my heart can't let go.

Today, one of them, Lu, who is not too bad, told me that we should make up.

I smiled and didn't answer.

In this way, we parted silently in the sunset.

I can't go back to them and discuss those messy details with them, because we are all too young to understand the cruelty of reality.

Then, if we don't agree, let's continue to fight. Even if we quarrel, I will keep these words in mind. Isn't quarreling a beautiful stubbornness?

Let's go, let's go, one by one, let's go. Since we are wrong, let's continue to make mistakes. ...

Record sb's mood

Stepping on the bright sunshine, my mood is as blue as the sky.

-Inscription.

Recently, life has been busy again, and even the surrounding air feels a strong smell of hope. In February, in the sunny season, I was walking in the street, and kites were hung in the shops on both sides, just wanting to fly but not flying. For an instant, I felt that I had returned to my simple and innocent ordinary life.

The ground in spring always exudes the clear smell of rain hitting the soil, which is not strong or refreshing when inhaled into the nose.

The school opposite home began to play familiar music again, and passers-by came and went in a hurry. I sighed in my heart. Isn't that what life is like? Flat and light, but very real.

Standing on the railing of the long bridge and looking into the distance, I remember that in winter, there was always an old woman pushing a car that seemed to be filled with broth. As soon as the pot was cooked, the hot fog whizzed up, giving passers-by a warm feeling in such a cold winter.

Now, that seat is empty, and passers-by never stop or frown because of her absence.

I sighed, feeling a little heavier.

I always do. A little thing will greatly change my mood.

Perhaps, this is called "sentimentality".

In other words, it is "idle" and always pays attention to those unnecessary things.

I recently read an article in a magazine called "Water is Colorless". There is a sentence in it that impressed me deeply. "Water is colorless, and it becomes varied because of who."

A sentence with great charm. My life is as dull as a mirror that never wavers, bright, transparent and simple.

But in the past few years of campus life, my "mirror" has also changed color and is a little rusty.

Looking up at the sky overhead, I suddenly feel that I live in this world and don't miss it at all. I do boring things every day-after all, if I keep doing the same thing, I will be bored one day.

As a good boy in the eyes of parents and a good student in the eyes of teachers, my life has become a cup of bitter coffee, which is bitter, but it is also mixed with sweetness that ordinary people can't taste.

Do or die, I became a passer-by in my friend's life indifferently. I don't confide in them, not because I'm afraid of being known, but because my worries have overwhelmed me for years, and I don't want them to become as independent and lonely as I am.

Some people call it "seeing through the world of mortals", but I call it "spiritual sustenance".

Everyday life is like sleepwalking, and I'm just a little ordinary tramp, cosmopolitan, always worried about food and clothing tomorrow, tramp-I'm just a tramp.

Writing in my spare time-although I don't know what I'm writing. Every time I hit the keyboard, I always have an extraordinary expectation in my heart. I hope people who really know me can understand this sadness that others can't see.

I used to complain why there were always so many bad people in my life and I always had to let her/them leave. Now, I will only tell myself: take the road under my feet, those humble pebbles can't stop me from moving forward alone.

Along the way, all those frustrations have become memories, but I have no time to recall the past. I can only look to the future and move on.

I don't know how to describe this life. I can only walk calmly and calmly, plug in headphones, completely isolate myself from the noisy sounds around me, and immerse myself in my own world, crying alone, laughing alone, and drinking astringent coffee alone.

After all, if you want to grow up, you can never stay in a naive and silly world, just like the weather, impossible, always sunny, impossible. It's always rainy season.

A friend asked me whether I like sunny days or rainy days, but I smiled and didn't answer.

Sunshine, that kind of unrestrained and enthusiastic appearance, is not suitable for me who is indifferent to everything;

On rainy days, I don't like rain-but I like the feeling of walking in the rain without an umbrella.

I don't like to take an umbrella when it rains, when I leave home, and when I am alone. I think the umbrella covers the look and feeling of the rain. I like the feeling that the rain hits me wet-I don't understand why I like not to open an umbrella on rainy days, but I only know one thing-I like the feeling of being free and free.

The smell of raindrops was pure, and my hair was soaked, but I smiled happily.

Rain always knows the meaning of freedom.

I remember the day when I quarreled with my friends. I longed for the next rain, got drenched in water and went home wet. Then, I let the water drop on my body, and the water dried up without wiping it with a towel. I dreamily thought that my troubles and unhappiness had gone with the water.

-But it often catches a cold.

I don't hate being sick. Lying in bed, leisurely flipping through magazines, wearing headphones on my ears, turning on the stereo to the maximum, completely wrapping my world with deafening sound, no one can go in, no one can make noise, no one can find me.

About the fact that I like getting wet in the rain, I probably like the beating of vitality. At that moment, I felt as if I really existed and wandered around.

I'm afraid of night.

That dark feeling makes me uncomfortable. I am always afraid that I will dream of the happy times in the past and think of the past ... When people are lonely, they will always instinctively recall happy things-but for me, recalling those things is more terrible than having nightmares.

I have vowed to throw all those good and bad memories into the dinosaur era hundreds of millions of years ago and never remember them again. Tear up all the previous diaries, look at the pages that record the past stories, roll them in the flame, and then "shout" them all out-I thought that would wash away all the memories.

When I am happy, I always feel the corners of my mouth unconsciously-am I laughing?

Will the thing I thought I would never remember how to do still appear in my mouth?

Hehe, it's amazing.

I don't remember how those things happened and how they ended, but sometimes I suddenly remember them-and they are clearly embedded in my mind.

It's painful, but I can only face it silently.

Only-choose silence.

Silence ... I, don't talk, be a puppet who can't cry or laugh. ...

middle school

Graduation is a heavy verb; Graduation is an unforgettable semester; Graduation is an adjective that tears when you are moved; Graduation is an adverb. When we look back with a smile and face the future alone, graduation is an adverb. Graduation is an empty talk that we wake up in the middle of the night, unable to touch and infinitely sad. A few years later, if we can still remember that time, maybe it is not unforgettable, nor does it belong to forever, but just a memory that records the growth experience.

Like water, gardenias bloom.

Black July took back its demonic ferocious face, and hot June burned us with its enthusiasm. The narrow and trembling wooden bridge makes thousands of horses timid and tame, closer and quieter. Walking slowly, not only walking, but also accompanied by the spring under the bridge, I don't know how many helpless snickers I have diluted.

I tried to face it bravely. After too much experience, the days passed quietly. The sadness after the ebb tide can no longer conceal the hurried pace of graduation. I came to a wide door and an unknown tomorrow.

From the day of graduation, the days have accelerated, and the train whistle will take away my last memory. We need a person to walk leisurely in the future.

Youth is too hasty!

Actually, I don't want to leave either, and I haven't had time to make up for it. Never give up when you get it, but regret when you lose it, accumulate in books and be happy, but indulge in a piece of kapok fragrance. Shake up your tired and scattered partner and cherish it!

I graduated, do you remember?

Always thinking

Missing becomes a line, spreading in time.

Long enough to split the world in half.

He is on the other side of spring. Your autumn leaves have just fallen.

If you don't meet again, you will miss it from your memory.

It turns out that this love can be perfectly remembered.

His appearance has changed and he smells like a new partner.

At that moment, you finally found the person you love.

Disappeared in this world as early as the day of farewell.

Maybe life gave you a chance at that meeting.

Understand that love is only the projection surface that people yearn for.

Just eager to change his love.

At that moment, you finally found the person you love.

Disappeared in this world as early as the day of farewell.

At that moment, you finally found the love and missing in your heart.

They all belong to what they once had.

I once had a memory I once had.

In the world of candy houses, there is an old legend. It is said that there is such a bird. When it catches a ray of sunshine, the world has a sound, and the sound begins to convey the notes of missing.

If you can hear the sound of sunshine, then the bird in your heart must still be awake, and the sound of sunshine will be in your life, stop for a minute! !

If you can't reach it, your ears must be asleep. When your ear is asleep, please wake it up, and you will hear the thoughts and blessings from the candy house! !

Welcome to the happy world of candy house. ......

In those sunny days

I tiptoed lightly.

Embrace the sunshine.

In those fantastic seasons, I tiptoed gently and embraced the future.

The flowers that opened quietly for me were suddenly blown away by the wind and scattered all over the floor!

You are gone, can you leave your shadow? From now on, I can ask the name of the shadow like a child who likes to swim at night and start pursuing you.

Sentiment index ...%

I'm leaving, with deep concern and eternal thoughts! !

Pick one for you and let you stay in my heart forever.

Cars that don't know the time ......

When it took my young heart,

When did you take away my happiness?

When can I get my lost happiness back?

Maybe it's just you by my side.

My happiness is full.

Many opportunities in life can be compared with flowers.

From acquaintance, acquaintance to separation

Like a bud, it blooms and withers.

The development of many things is doomed to end.

Enjoy the wonderful process.

When we pass by, we should learn to forget.

No matter how many tracks time passes and how many images clouds change, you in my heart forever.

There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, which is pleasing to the eye.

Today the weather is fine and I am in a good mood.

Take all the clothes out to dry.

Take your mood to see the sunshine,

Maybe everything will be different.

It rained in the afternoon,

Nothing has changed since the rain stopped.

Except for the faint moisture in the air.

Why are you in such a bad mood recently? Can't I really cheer for our wonderful memories together?

Yesterday I was as simple as a flower bud in a potted plant.

Laugh happily, cry sadly,

There is only one goal in mind-rapid growth.

I always think of you and suddenly ask myself,

But will anyone think of me?

But someone silently blessed me in the distance.

I want to be quiet. ...

Waiting for a flower to bloom the color of the whole spring.

Waiting for you to warm my whole dream in my heart.

A gift is a simple dream I want.

Then I understood. ......

On a sunny afternoon,

Climb to the top of the roof,

Look at the changing track of the cloud.

One day, we laughed together,

One day, we cried together.

Recalling the story between us, many feelings.

Good and bad things will not be recalled.

Looking forward to our future, happiness will continue.

Don't forget our memories.

Don't lose our story,

What we are looking for all the way is a sincere feeling.

Belong to our story

Has been connected to the computer.

Put the joys and sorrows we have experienced,

Feel the joys and sorrows

Tell friends,

Have you ever had this inexplicable similar emotion?

There is only one life, but life can be repeated.

Days can be repeated. Press ctrl and enter on the computer keyboard.

Everything can be done all over again.

We meet again,

Happiness can be replicated.

Through the storm, we once again hand in hand to return to the world of candy houses. The bird holds the sunshine and sings the song of missing, bringing you back to the world of candy house. Thank you very much

It turns out that there is a kind of happiness that costs nothing, but happiness has an eternal name called true feelings. Let's send you a pair of happy wings, let you fly across the ocean of time with us, and come to the world of candy house with the missing candy.

Our story is not over, because as long as the candy house is still there, my thoughts will always be there.

Is that okay?