Primary school

Six years, our joys and sorrows

After six years of primary school life, I have changed.

I have always been one person, one person bearing everything, one person staring in the mirror in a daze, and one person smiling silly towards the sun. I can’t even remember what kind of person I was before.

In six years, I have gained a friendship, but at the same time I have also lost something. Lost and possessed, if everything is a dream, I am confused, looking up at the blue sky, looking down at the ground, smiling every time , often shed tears.

It has been cloudy recently, with a slight cool breeze, quite a bit like a cold spring. My heart is like the weather, sometimes rainy and sometimes sunny, and more often, it is weirdly cloudy - uncertain.

In the past six years, there have been laughter and contemptuous looks. I have become accustomed to isolating everything around me and sealing myself in a dark place alone. Words are my only friends.

The messy thoughts in my heart are not chaotic, fragmented, tedious and ordinary. I am too lazy to write. The computer is my diary. I put my daily happiness and sorrow in words. If you are willing to speak out, you can only hide it in every line of writing.

Six years, we have been together for six years, going to and from school, playing and laughing, ignoring cynicism, everything is the best memory.

We were still in a lukewarm state with them, and occasionally we would quarrel over some trivial matters, but after that we still went our separate ways and ignored each other. Every time I walked to the door of the classroom, they would Several people would stand in the corridor on the other side, joking with each other. At that moment, I felt that the air was suffocating. I quickly stepped into the classroom and forced myself to forget.

I’m very tired, but I’m also helpless - besides being silent and patient, what else can I do?

I have learned that we are all growing up. After parting, we meet again, part ways, reconcile and quarrel. For me, everything is distorted. Even an innocent look will be distorted. To understand becoming is to ridicule.

I don’t want to explain, and I don’t need to explain. They can go whatever they want. Anyway, in their hearts, I am just a very annoying lunatic. A lunatic will be a lunatic. Let’s live every day. They are all crazy - I love crazy, and days like that are the best for me! Even if people laugh at me, it doesn’t matter. I am me and you are you. We will see each other again when we see each other again. We are still inseparable. We always play boring tricks. I have seen through them a long time ago. I won’t play with you any more boring games. I want to find my own paradise, leaving you people to face the wall and think about the past!

The discipline in the class is very bad. There are always people shouting loudly. The most annoying thing is when someone disturbs me. The irritability makes me crazy and angry, but I still do nothing.

On every final report card, there is always the same sentence in the teacher’s comments column, “It’s just that it would be better if you joined the group.”

Haha, if it was that easy, would I still be alone like this for several years? I don't want to share my inner thoughts with others. That's my little secret. I'm not too stingy. I just don't like the lively atmosphere in groups. I'm only suitable for quietness, and a life of one's own is mine.

I was in a bad mood today. I opened it and saw that the signature on my sister’s Q had been changed. It made my eyes well up.

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

It's very lonely, but every word of it penetrates my heart.

Put your hands in your pockets and look into the distance. This city is very ordinary, with carefree people and busy people in different shapes.

I look forward to the day when people in this city can stop their busy pace and appreciate the ordinary dandelions blooming beside the road...

Sing a song, ours

I like to sing, I like to be alone and quietly, intense and fast rock and roll is not suitable for me. Among the songs that I sing over and over again, this is the only one , can make my eyes wet.

Every time I hear the familiar song "Childhood" by Luo Dayou, I always feel sad.

Just because of her, the one who loves to sing, she sang this song "Childhood" in the school singing competition. At that time, we were still inseparable, and I always called her "Azhen" ".

When she was competing, I finally got the opportunity to watch her compete.

Sitting below, she was very nervous wearing a suspender skirt. I smiled and comforted her. She was so nervous that she was sweating as she went up and down the stage one after another.

It was her turn. Ah Zhen walked up stiffly and I looked at her.

That time, Ah Zhen sang very successfully, and we left the room side by side cheering.

Now, looking back, the song "Childhood" lingers in my ears, and Ah Zhen's voice lingers in my mind.

We had a quarrel, scolded each other, and everyone went their separate ways. The good times and laughter in the past have become the most ridiculous souvenirs. Ah Zhen looks very soft and charming, with white and thin arms. Legs are very popular with everyone.

It’s just that Azhen’s grades are not good. Whenever the teacher asks her to speak in class, she purses her lips tightly and is at a loss. I sigh and shake my head.

On the banyan tree by the pond

Cicadas are calling summer loudly

On the swing by the playground

There are only butterflies Stopped on it

The teacher’s chalk on the blackboard

Still writing furiously

Waiting for the end of get out of class

Waiting for the end of school Childhood of the Waiting Game

For six years, we walked side by side through spring, autumn, summer and winter, through failure and success. At the end of this road, we sang the song "Childhood", The song that belongs to us makes us laugh and cry.

Sing a song, ours, including you, me and hers...

Dragonflies fly over the green rice fields in the sun

Watercolor Crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw the color on one side

When will I have a mature and grown-up face like my senior classmates?

Looking forward to the holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growing up The childhood of childhood

The childhood of looking forward to growing up day after day...

The friendship left behind on the runway

Xue and I, It is an equation, but it is also a wrong inequality.

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

We ran shoulder to shoulder on the school's plastic track, breathing in and out loudly, doing push-ups together, being punished by the teacher for running away, and cursing someone with disgusted eyes.

Every time I train for long-distance running, I will lag behind her for a long time. I am training for sprinting, and she is the main event for long-distance running. I watch her figure running far away. Then, I hurriedly took big steps and chased her.

She is my best close friend, and at the same time, she is also the person I rely on the most.

In study, the teacher asked a question in class. We both raised our hands at the same time. I turned my head, and she turned around and looked at each other with a smile.

I remember that in the previous moral class, we had a column asking us to fill in the friends of our most intimate friends. I wrote down Xue’s name without hesitation, and there was another column to fill in my own personality. As a result, I Looking at Xue, her personality is almost exactly the same as mine.

I laughed. She smiled too.

If two people with the same bad temper and stubbornness quarrel, it will definitely not be interesting.

When we sometimes have conflicts with Xue, because we are both very strong, we won’t give in to the other in the fight, with that posture and those fierce eyes, but these quarrels and fights only happen every other day. After that, the anger subsided and the conflict was naturally resolved.

Time slips away in our ups and downs.

I thought that until after graduation, we could still live so happily every day.

However, Xue still turned around indifferently, without even looking at me, and disappeared in my eyes.

I don’t know what to say. Facing her, all my resentments and disgusts are swallowed up in my stomach. I don’t know why, every time I rub shoulders with her And then, mist will rise in the eyes, crystal tears will condense, and at the same time, a curse will be set between us that can never be lifted - we can only be enemies forever.

Xue’s appearance makes me miss her very much but at the same time I don’t want to think of her. But I still see her when I go to school. Every time, I look at her face silently through the gap between the books, silly. I was stunned, my mind was blank, only the figure of Xue was reflected in my pupils...

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

I often think of Xue, her laughter, her cleverness, her taunts, her curses, but no matter whether they are good or bad words, they are all things worth cherishing in my heart.

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

Loneliness of a person

I like to walk alone on the mottled road. The road under my feet has been stepped on thousands of times, but I don’t feel bored - because that’s how I am, alone, without friends. , without a bright smile, I will only get along with loneliness. In fact, when I think back on my days alone, although I am so lonely, I dare not think about the word "friend". From a long time ago, I was still a carefree person. When I was a little girl, the word "friendship" had been torn out of my dictionary.

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

Haha, such words were such a happy and beautiful statement at the time, but now, when I think about it, I burst into tears.

The friendship between the three of us has been witnessed by the whole class. Every time during class, we would go to the classroom and call each other's nicknames to three figures. In the last sports meeting in elementary school, we competed in the women's 4*100 meters. The four of us were very united. At the moment when the gunshots sounded, My heart was so high as I watched their familiar figures running toward me. We handed over the baton skillfully, and then gritted our teeth and rushed to the finish line desperately.

On the night of victory, the four of us went to eat hot pot together. We had always eaten with our parents before, never by ourselves. We all smiled and exchanged glances in a tacit understanding.

That night was actually the last time we toasted together before we parted.

After that night, our four hearts, which were once intertwined with each other, went on four different tracks, deviating from the core and going their separate ways.

I am a very stubborn and stubborn person. At the four forks, we all chose the direction opposite to each other.

I have cried, very sad and very sad. This is the first time in my life that I have cried so sadly. I kept crying until the end, and my eyes became astringent and tears flowed. Yes, but there is a missing piece in my heart.

Since then, I have become very.

I am always alone, always lying on the railing in front of the classroom, looking at the foggy clouds in the distance. I always think of the past, the past, the past, there were three people, three that made me We also lie side by side on the railing like this, talking about trivial and irrelevant things, but now there is nothing around me.

I always vaguely see them beside me, our past...

They have given me so much happiness, but I don’t know how to save these precious things. , Looking back now, my hands are empty. In the end, I didn’t catch anything, and I didn’t retain anything.

Soon, really soon, our days are so fast that it only takes the blink of an eye.

Everything is like a dream - but I would rather just dream and not wake up. I am afraid that when I wake up, I will only see the white and transparent ceiling above my head, and then, in the ceiling, , seeing their smiles...

Afterwards, we didn’t even say a word. Although we passed by each other time and time again, there was nothing but a faint look in our eyes - really. , nothing.

For some reason, the three of them came together again. Haha, I was left alone and sad.

After class, the three of them always stand side by side in front of the railing in the corridor, holding hands, acting like elder sisters, pointing and whispering to the people coming and going, like that. The look in his eyes made me uncomfortable.

Depression, I have been suppressing.

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

The way they talked and laughed made me feel sad. I could only pretend to be indifferent, walk by indifferently, smile, and then shake my head calmly, saying that their affairs had nothing to do with me.

Who can see the pain I feel behind those words of "hate"?

I have become so silent and indifferent to everything. Everything, in my eyes, does not matter.

When I was with them, I was actually very stubborn - I was too sad to say anything. So time was lost in joking and encouraging each other with them.

At that time, I was in despair, just like a poor person who was kicked out of the house. Every day, I would smile bitterly with my eyes closed, enjoying loneliness alone. My days alone began from that moment on. ——I know that this road will always be lonely, and I can never stop, because I have no way out.

I remember that the four of us all hated a girl named Yi. She was a very tall girl. I don’t know why, but the three of them hated her. I had no choice but to do the same. repelling her.

Fate is really amazing. The person I once "hated" turned out to be my best friend little by little.

After slowly getting to know her, I discovered that she is actually very cute and not as annoying as I thought. I spent almost all my time in school tired of being with her.

We all love writing and often discuss some issues together.

From the moment she and I looked at each other and smiled, the three of them turned from indifference to me into disgust.

During class, I saw the three of them flirting in front of me, calling me affectionately, and throwing disdainful looks at me from time to time. I gritted my teeth, knowing that I was shaking and my eyes were filled with tears. The fog started, and I lay on the table, no longer interested in listening to the lecture.

They cursed me and Yi more and more frequently, and sometimes even scrawled ugly things on the paper, then wrote my and Yi’s names, and then wrote a bunch of curse words densely underneath.

When I saw this piece of paper, what else could I do besides smile bitterly?

The price for gaining a new friendship is this.

I was used to them rolling their eyes at me and Yi, and then frowning and scolding them as "perverts" in disdain. At that moment, all my anger was aroused by them.

I said to myself, they forced me to do this. If I want to blame them, I can only blame them.

From that moment on, I stopped wandering around and devoted myself to studying. I knew that I could not lose to them and let them point fingers at me and look down on me!

We were both stubborn and refused to look back or forgive each other. From then on, we became the strongest enemies in the class.

Our war will never end.

I know that one of them must bow his head and apologize first, but I know them too well, and at the same time, I also know that I can't give in first.

So, the war continues all the time.

Every day passes in a daze amid my wry smile and their cynicism.

To this day, I still recall those stories.

However, I always shake my head, get rid of the memories in my mind and the silver light in my eyes, and just be alone. Anyway, I don’t have to have them accompany me. Without them, I can’t live alone. I can also live a good life. Every day, I still go to and from school, eat, wash my face and sleep as usual? Don't feel sad for them.

That’s what I said, but my heart still can’t let go.

Today, one of them, Lu, who is not too bad, said to me, let’s make peace.

I smiled slightly and did not answer.

In this way, we parted in silence under the sunset.

It is impossible for me to return to them and discuss those messy details with them, because we are all too young and do not understand the cruelty of reality.

Then, if we don’t reconcile, let’s continue to “fight”. Even if we quarrel, I will keep these words in my mind. A quarrel is not a waste. What about beautiful stubbornness?

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

Mood Notes

Stepping into the sunshine, my mood is as blue as the sky.

——Inscription.

Life has become busy again recently, and even the air around me feels filled with a strong flavor of hope. In February, the sunny season, when I walked through the streets, the small shops on both sides had hung a kite that was just about to fly but had not yet flown. For a moment, I felt like I was back to the simple and innocent life before.

The ground in spring always exudes the clear smell of rain hitting the soil. It is not strong and makes you feel relaxed and happy when you inhale it.

The school opposite my home began to play familiar music again, and passers-by came and went in a hurry. I sighed in my heart, isn’t life like this? Plain and simple, but very real.

Standing on the railing of the long bridge, looking into the distance, I remember that in the past winter, there was an old lady who would always push a cart that seemed to be filled with meat soup. When I opened the pot, the hot soup was The mist is rising upwards, bringing a warm warmth to passers-by in such a cold winter.

But now, that location is empty, and passers-by never stop or frown at her absence.

I sighed, feeling slightly heavier.

I am always like this. The smallest things can greatly change my mood.

——Perhaps, this is called "sentimentality".

In other words, it means "having nothing to do" and always paying attention to unnecessary things.

I recently read an article called "Water is Colorless" on the Internet. There is a sentence in it that impressed me deeply, "Water is colorless at first, but it changes into different shapes because of who."

A very charming sentence. My life was originally as plain as a mirror without waves, bright, transparent, and simple.

But in the past few years of campus life, my "mirror" has also changed color, stained with rust marks.

Looking up at the sky above my head, I suddenly felt that I was living in this world, without any thoughts in my heart, and just doing boring things every day - after all, if you keep doing the same thing, you will one day feel bored. .

As a good child in the eyes of my parents and a good student in the eyes of my teachers, my life has become a cup of bitter coffee. Although it is bitter, it is also mixed with sweetness that mortals cannot taste. .

Life or death, I have become a passer-by in the lives of my friends. I don't tell them my worries, not because I'm afraid of others knowing, but because my worries have weighed heavily on me for many years and I don't want them to become as lonely as me.

Some people say this is called "seeing through the mortal world", but I call this "the sustenance of the soul".

Everyday life is like sleepwalking, and I am just a small and ordinary wanderer, home all over the world, always worrying about food and clothing for tomorrow, a wanderer - I am just a wanderer.

Writing in my free days - although I don’t know what I am writing. Every time I type on the keyboard, I always have an extraordinary expectation in my heart. I really hope that someone who really understands me can understand the sadness in my heart that others cannot see.

I used to complain about why there were so many evil-minded people in life, and I always had to let her/them go. Now, I will only tell myself: follow the path under my feet. Those inconspicuous pebbles cannot stop me from moving forward alone.

I just walked along the way, and those bumps and bumps have become memories, but I don’t have time to recall the past. I can only keep looking towards the future and keep walking.

I don’t know how to describe this kind of life. I can only go on calmly and calmly, plug in my headphones, completely isolate the noisy sounds around me, and immerse myself in my own world, alone. Crying, laughing alone, tasting the astringent coffee alone.

After all, you still have to grow up, and you can never stay in a childish and silly world. Just like the weather, it cannot always be sunny, nor can it always be the rainy season.

A friend asked me whether I prefer sunny or rainy days. I smiled and didn’t answer.

On a sunny day, that kind of unrestrained and enthusiastic appearance is not suitable for me who is indifferent to everything;

On a rainy day, I don’t like rain - but, I like not to hold on Umbrellas, the feeling of walking in the rain.

When it rains, when I go out of the house, I don’t like to hold an umbrella when I am alone. I think the umbrella covers the appearance and feeling of the rain. I like the moist feeling of the rain on my body - I don't understand why I like not holding an umbrella on rainy days, but I only understand one thing - I don't like it. A feeling of restraint and ease.

The smell of raindrops was very pure, and my hair was soaked, but I laughed so happily.

Rain, always understand the meaning.

I remember the day I quarreled with my best friend, I longed for a rain, a good shower, and went home dripping wet. Then, I didn’t use a towel despite the dripping water on my body. After wiping, the water dried up, and I vaguely thought that my troubles and unhappiness were also gone with the water.

——But this often leads to colds.

I actually don’t hate being sick. Lying on the bed, rummaging leisurely, plugging headphones in my ears, turning up the sound to the maximum, completely wrapping my world with deafening sound, no one can come in, no one can disturb me, no one can find me to me.

As for the fact that I like getting wet in the rain, it’s probably because I like the beating sound of life force. At that moment, I seemed to feel that I still existed and was still wandering around.

I am afraid of the dark night.

The dark feeling made me very uncomfortable. I am always afraid that I will dream of the happy times in the past, afraid of thinking of the past... When people are lonely and lonely, they will always instinctively recall happy things - but for me, thinking of those things is better than having nightmares Even more terrifying.

I have sworn that I will completely throw away all those good and bad memories into the age of dinosaurs hundreds of millions of years ago, and never think of them again. I tore up all the old diaries, watched as the pages recording the stories of the past were rolled up in the flames, and then disappeared with a "whoosh" - I thought that this could make the memories go away. All washed away.

When I am happy, I always touch the corners of my mouth unconsciously - am I smiling?

That thing that I thought I would never be able to remember how to make still appears in the corner of my mouth?

Haha, that’s amazing.

I can’t remember how those things happened or how they ended, but sometimes I can suddenly remember them—and they are clearly embedded in my mind.

It’s painful, but I can only face it with silence.

The only option is to choose silence.

Silence...I won’t speak anymore. Let’s be a puppet that can’t cry or laugh...

I graduated from middle school

It’s A heavy verb; graduation is an unforgettable noun; graduation is an adjective that makes us cry when we are moved; graduation is an adverb that makes us think back with a smile and regret when we are lonely in the future; graduation is an adjective that makes us cry in the middle of the night. Waking up from a dream, a function word that is out of reach and infinitely sentimental. A few years later, if we can still think of that time, maybe it is not unforgettable or eternal, but just a memory that records the growth experience.

As time goes by, gardenias bloom

The black July takes back its demonic and ferocious face, and the fiery red June burns us with its passion. The narrow and trembling single-plank bridge made thousands of troops cowardly and tamed, and became even quieter the closer they were. Walking slowly, not only walking, but also accompanied by the gurgling spring water under the bridge, I don't know how many helpless secret smiles were diluted.

I tried to face it bravely. I have experienced too much. The days passed quietly. The sadness after the ebbing tide can no longer cover up the hurried steps of graduation. I walked to a wide door and an unknown. tomorrow.

From the day of graduation, the days have sped up. The whistle of the train will take away my last memory, and we need one person to walk calmly in the future.

Youth is too hasty!

In fact, I didn’t want to leave, and I didn’t even have time to call the curtain, so I came to replenish the supplies and was so grateful. Never abandon what you have gained, but regret when you lose it. Accumulate and be happy in books, but you are drunk in the fragrance of kapok.

Shake off your tired friends, friends scattered all over the world, keep going and cherish them!

Graduation, do you still remember?

Memory

Missing becomes a line stretching through time

Long enough to The world is cut into two sides

He is on the other side of spring, your leaves have just fallen in autumn

If we never see each other again, I miss you by memory

Originally This love can be remembered perfectly

His appearance has changed with the smell of a new partner

At that moment you finally found the person you once loved deeply

Already disappeared from this world on the day of farewell

Maybe that meeting was the opportunity given to you by life

Understand that love is just a projection of what people desire

Just longing will change that his love is gone

At that moment you finally find that the person you loved deeply

has disappeared from this world as early as the day of farewell

At that moment you finally discovered that the love and longing in your heart

are only the memories you once had

the memories you once had

In the world of the candy house, there is another ancient legend. According to the legend, there is such a bird, which brings a ray of sunshine in its mouth, and the world has a sound, and the sound begins to convey the notes of longing.

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

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

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

On those sunny days

I tap my toes gently

Embrace the sunshine.

In those seasons full of fantasy, I gently tap my toes and embrace the future.

The flowers that quietly bloomed for me were suddenly blown by the wind Get up and scatter to the end of the world!

When you leave, can you leave your shadow behind? From now on, I can ask the name of the shadow like a child who likes to wander at night and start chasing you.

Mood index....

I am leaving, with deep concern and miss you all the time!!

Pick one ★ and give it to you, so that you can keep it forever In my heart.

The car that doesn’t know the time...

When did it take away my young heart?

When did it take away my happiness?

When will I return the happiness I lost?

Maybe only if you are by my side

My happiness is full

Many encounters in life can be compared with flowers,

From acquaintance, acquaintance to separation

Just like the bud, bloom and wither of a flower.

The development of many things is destined to have an end.

Enjoy the beautiful process.

When we pass each other, we should learn to forget.

No matter how many paths time passes and how many images the clouds change, you will always be in my heart. In my heart.

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

The weather is good today and I am in a good mood

Take out all the clothes and bask in the sun

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Get out your mood and see the sunshine,

Maybe everything will be different.

It rained for a while in the afternoon,

Rain After stopping, nothing changed.

Except for a touch of moisture scattered in the air.

Why has my mood been so bad recently? Am I really unable to do anything for us anymore? Have you cheered for the happy memories together?

Yesterday I was as innocent as a bud in a potted plant.

I laugh when I am happy and cry when I am sad.

There is only one goal in my heart - to grow up quickly

I always ask myself suddenly when I think of you,

Can someone also think of me?

But someone is silently blessing me in a distant place

I want to be quiet...

Waiting for a flower to bloom with the colors of spring

Waiting You in my heart warm my whole dream.

The gift is a simple dream that I want.

Later I learned...

In the early sunny afternoon,

Climb to the top floor of the rooftop,

Watch the changing trajectory of the clouds.

On a certain day in a certain year, we laughed together,

On a certain day at a certain time , we cried together

Recalling the stories between us, the many emotions

The good and the bad have never been recalled.

Looking forward to our future, happiness It will continue forever.

Don’t forget the memories that belong to us

Don’t lose the stories that belong to us.

What we are looking for along the way is a sincere relationship .

The story that belongs to us

has been typed into the computer

The joys and sorrows we have experienced,

the joys and sorrows we feel

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Tell your friends,

Have you ever had such inexplicable similar emotions?

Life is only once, but life can be repeated

Days can be repeated. Ctrl and enter on the computer keyboard

Everything can be repeated

We meet again,

Happiness is possible.

After walking through the wind and through the rain, we returned to the world of the candy house hand in hand. The birds held the sunshine in their mouths and sang the songs of longing, bringing you back to the world of the candy house. Thank you very much!

It turns out that there is a kind of happiness that does not cost money, but happiness has an eternal name called true love. Let us give you a pair of wings of happiness, so that you can fly with us across the ocean of time, carrying the candy of longing, Come to the world of the candy house.

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

Is that okay?