? The missing cloud is not a cloud, but a kind of missing, a kind of missing for all these clouds. How can I tell? . In that boundless dream, a school stands tall, like a jade palace where the gods guide the way, like a temple where enlightenment is realized. I can't see clearly, and I can't walk. How can I tell, through all these clouds? . Only the big characters on the plaque secretly reveal the beautiful brushwork-the middle school affiliated to Northwestern Polytechnical University. It took a long time to play the strings in my heart.
? I woke up from a dream, not a broken one.
? During that time, I have been preparing for the self-taught exam. Under excessive tension, my dreams are all famous schools. But when is the end? Where is the end of this dream? How can I tell you through all these clouds? ? With the efforts of day and night, under the guidance of teachers and the expectations of parents, I finally missed it. But I'm not reconciled. Why am I less talented than others? Why do I study worse than others? Why are they extravagant in the future, and I am still struggling to save money? With what? Why? From time to time, I hear the rain outside the window, dripping, I hear the cicadas on the branches, I hear the strings twitching in my heart, and I just insist. It is all kinds of exams, and the weekly rest time is spent in the exams. That kind of loss and blow is worse than you and your sweet lover falling out of love. But it set up a bridge for me, a small bridge, opposite the flowing water family, a bright future, a turning point, how can I distinguish between all these clouds? . Now I just need to walk all the way across the bridge, when the flowers bloom on the other side.
? Being able to write this article shows that I have succeeded. At that time, the joy in my heart was beyond words, just as my classmates said, I was so happy that my mouth tilted to the top. However, my results in the senior high school entrance examination were not satisfactory, and I only ranked 28th in the district. Facts have proved that it is just a touchstone to attract jade. Whenever and wherever, you need desire. Through all the clouds, how should I know? Walk slowly on the bridge.
? "Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry." Looking back, I can remember it vividly; Take the first place and dream of returning to your hometown. Shortly after the summer vacation, I went to the middle school attached to Xigong University. When people talk, the seniors are in high spirits; Listening to lectures can broaden your horizons. Students are not idle and ashamed.
? Under such overwhelming pressure, I am more and more homesick and miss junior high school life more and more. I remember dreaming that night, dreaming that I was standing in the clouds. How can I tell through these clouds? It's a school. The reddish-brown wall and Jia Pingwa's inscription "Qin Yun Education City" reflect the youth of the students, the sweat of the gardener's teacher, the dizzy sunset on the hillside at dusk and the lights in the morning. How boiling, how unforgettable, like a golden willow by the river, like a dream in the clouds.
? This is my alma mater, nourishing me. I dreamed of a familiar field. Dreaming of classmates who get along with each other day and night. You make trouble in front, he laughs in the back, and the laughter at the same table haunts my mind. Dreaming of the endless extended garden, the cucumbers behind the garden are ripe, and the tomatoes are tender and attractive. Dreaming of the deafening sound of the ball on the basketball court, a group of boys shouted wildly and passionately, and the lithe figure became a landmark here. I dreamed that I was lying on the lawn, staring at the blue sky, white clouds fluttering, long years, endless regrets. Dreaming of brand-new desks and chairs in the classroom, leaning against the chairs to enjoy the cool, all kinds of graffiti are pressed under the desk mat, or Tan Erlang in Blade to Destroy the Soul, Naruto in Naruto, and those who show calligraphy, the whole youth is a stroke of a pen. I dreamed of the rustle of discussion in math class, the recitation of "Look ahead, the east wind is coming ..." in Chinese class, the applause of humorous experiment of "Leopard Head" in chemistry class, and the jingle of "Zong Ping" in geography class.
? I can't wake up from this dream. I want to do it all my life and live in that young age forever. Qin Yun junior high school, where the dream began, is hidden in how can I distinguish and cross all these clouds? .
? Teacher Lan, the head teacher, is a six-foot platform. One stop is decades. The sentence "You are the worst class I have ever taken" has become a thing of the past. In severe cases, he is like Dian Mu, a tripterygium wilfordii, and his satirical skills are superb. He is like a storm when he is gentle, and the care of his loving mother smoothes the years. He is also the first teacher in my life, helping me cultivate my cultural accomplishment, encouraging me when I am lost, and hitting me when I am proud. I am the most grateful "noble". Mr. Kong, the head teacher, is rigorous and orderly, and English teaching is full of interest. He managed the whole grade in an orderly way, which made people feel scared. Li, a chemistry teacher, was impressed by his humorous language, honest and selfless personality and resolute style, and became the most popular teacher among his classmates. ..... can't remember how much happiness, how much wind and rain, they all the way, their years are still the same.
? On the graduation photo, their smiles are blooming in the rain. Gravel sand, tiles, red walls and green trees should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them; The fog in the dream, Yun Shenchu, studied hard and made achievements. Only Gui Xiang came.
? I'm standing in the clouds, watching how can I tell, through all the clouds? In my dream, which is the most beautiful place? ...
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