New concept germination composition

A

"The stories of those days are sandwiched in a chapter of this page." At the age of seventeen, Wei Ran sat in front of the spotless glass window, slowly staring blankly.

That summer, the world turned upside down, camphor tree quietly shook a tree outside the window, covering the sky and throwing coins for the hundredth time.

Looking at the silver-gray object, I unhurriedly turned several times, and finally lay down with the word "1" facing up. I sighed without delay, picked up a pen and wrote "physical chemistry" on the ambition table.

I put a tick under the column and just sat in the classroom of science class in a daze.

This story is destined to be a black humor from the beginning.

B

"Dark matter is something that can't be seen or touched, but it really exists." Ling Hao suddenly looked up from the thick physics competition book and said.

"What?" Before she took off her headphones, she looked at the physics master blankly. Linghao smiled and said nothing, and then continued to bury his head in the thick competition manual.

Dark matter, the ear before it happened still caught those three words, and Jeff Chang Shin-Che Shinchey in the earphone was quietly singing that song.

"Bai Yueguang, somewhere psychologically, is so bright, but it is so cold. Everyone has a period of sadness and wants to hide it, but shattered glass ... "

Ling Hao said that we should all learn to be sad. At that time, Jing M.Guo's A River of Sorrow was all the rage, and I fell in love with that word inexplicably, sadness,

Two faint words, like two small drops of water, drop into the deep lake at the bottom of my heart and ripple in circles.

After the first exam after placement, he found a very serious problem that hasn't happened yet. His bilingual advantage is far from enough to make up for the shortcomings of mathematics and physics. Before he happened, he stuffed the physics test paper with more than 70 points into the drawer, patted Ling Hao on the shoulder and said, "Brother, I hope we can average the rich and the poor." Ling Hao smiled twice, put his red English test paper and perfect physics test paper side by side on the table, and gnashed his teeth and said, "Ice and fire!" "

Ling Hao is a typical science boy. He is super good at math and physics. It's as easy as writing an article in a physics contest, but God is always fair. Ling Hao's English is always the same as before physics, and his grades are always poor. Occasionally, science classes will produce papers that are easier in mathematics and physics, and foreign language papers are more difficult. So, if you are lucky, Ling Hao and Ling Hao will be in the same examination room, and then Ling Hao will sigh. Before you say it, yes, you actually ended up in the same examination room with me.

But to tell the truth, Ling Hao is quite good, so good that he can teach those physically retarded problems, such as the discharge and charging of capacitors, without doing his homework. After he spoke for three times, the girl who is both a physics idiot and a math idiot finally nodded and got full marks in the capacitor monthly exam 14, which is also a monthly exam.

The camphor tree outside the window looked at them silently, and time slipped from the leaves, making the silhouette of a place mottled.

C

"What is the story of camphor and camphor tree?" I inadvertently wrote this sentence by Jing M.Guo in my diary, and suddenly I remembered Ling Hao.

The day of senior three is not as busy as I thought, at least not before it happened. She is still used to finding out math problems she doesn't understand and asking questions everywhere. She is used to listening to music and doing chemistry papers with headphones. She is used to writing physics with her left and right hands. For senior three, I just moved from the second floor of the teaching building to the third floor, and there is a countdown card on the blackboard.

However, Ling Hao immediately became very busy, and the physics competition in September was just around the corner. Nearly a quarter of his thick contest book has not been chewed, so all the available time is occupied by physics competitions, including reading novels, listening to music, playing games on the Internet, teaching topics before they happen, bickering with her, and taking time to think about his heart. He was really busy. I looked at him from a distance before he happened, and suddenly I felt a little strange.

When did he become so busy? I don't remember it before it happened. It seems that it was just an overnight thing from Grade Two to Grade Three. It seems that the rhythm of the whole world suddenly accelerated, but it happened before it caught up.

On the afternoon of the end of the whole class, I met the head teacher while hanging out with the last girl in the class. Two girls stood in front of the class teacher at a loss, just like thieves caught in an attempted crime. The teacher was unexpectedly generous and waved them away, but before I could react, I clearly heard a sentence, "Birds of a feather flock together. Who plays with whom. "

Birds of a feather flock together? What about Ling Hao?

He is such a good student, teacher's pet, parents' pride, and a role model for his classmates, but doesn't he write articles cursing the education system, clothes and passionate words, just like Jeff Chang Shin-Che Xinche and Han Geng?

Thought of here before, suddenly stopped, that Ling Hao, not this now, maybe the teacher is right, birds of a feather flock together. I shook my head a little before, and I forgot whether to go east or west in the busy street.

D

The best class in the whole grade is like whispering, so out of place. In the words of friends, he lives in a science class like a liberal arts student, reading novels and listening to music, which is very poetic. After repeated defeats, he struggled in mathematics and physics.

So I gradually began to like memories. Memories are like sweet and sour candy, which will bring her long-lost warmth when a person is most lonely.

When I remembered my freshman year, Ling Hao wrote a note to Wei Ran, which said, "Don't regret what he did." . He was not so busy then. He always has a lot of time to gossip and comfort the girl who is in a daze and regrets taking the science class. After comforting him, he had the cheek to borrow an English test paper to correct it, and he was annoyed for a long time because the spelling of words was missing a letter.

At that time, Ling Hao liked to use a brand of black ink pen to write many beautiful words on a notebook with a red cover. His handwriting is beautiful, and Xiu Xiu lies on the paper like a beautiful flower. He will write unhappy things, sad poems and his own short stories. He wrote them down in his spare time, showed them to his friends, and then locked them in a drawer in his spare time.

At that time, Linghao also liked to listen to Jeff Chang Shin-Che's letter, and often argued with him whether it was good or not, and I often communicated with Wei Ran to see Jing Mingguo's experience and that article.

At that time, Ling Hao liked playing basketball, and he often suffered from playing basketball. Every day, he put the "Band-Aid" and "Red Scream" in the drawer, and it was already dark when he returned to the classroom wet. To be fair, Ling Hao's blue posture is beautiful, although the hit rate is not very high, and it tastes like an embroidered pillow. However, this does not prevent Ling Hao from enjoying playing and watching him play.

At that time, I wanted to be with you, maybe it was just a joke. Ling Hao, whose English is poor, actually understood it and wrote a sentence in his beautiful language. I still don't know if there is any grammatical mistake in that sentence: I was born for you and will always be with you.

It was really good at that time, but that's all. As it says, happy memories can only be memories. From then to now, the world has changed too much.

Now, just like in the first year of high school, Ling Hao is still idle, a nobody at the bottom of the class, and almost forgotten. However, Ling Hao stood high at the top of the pyramid, shining like a proud little prince.

Now Ling Hao has become very busy. Seeing that he was confused by the physics competition before it happened, he felt a little distressed and a little strange. Although he also hopes to see an excellent Ling Hao, the boy in front of him is not like the familiar Ling Hao.

"You are me, I can't say how hurt. I want to forget, but I can't help remembering ... "Many things will not change because of people's will. Some memories are more difficult to forget.

E

The physics competition is coming in September, and there are ten months before the college entrance examination. There is always a strong smell of gunpowder in the classroom, which makes people breathless. The camphor tree outside the window is still slightly shaking the tenderness of a tree, as if a heart has stopped in the bud for two years, but it has quietly passed by Ling Hao. Time has passed, taking away our low-key joy and faint sadness. Those stories left by time are like a dream.

Ling Hao is becoming more and more like a stranger. He is not listening to music, reading casual books or playing basketball. He must have forgotten the line of English he wrote before, right? English was good before it happened, but I remember it clearly. I was born for you and will always be with you. That sentence can be translated into: I was born for you and walked with you. He must not remember.

"Dark matter is something that can't be seen or touched, but it really exists." Ling Hao looked up from a thick physics book. It is dark matter, the most wonderful thing in the world, but also the most helpless thing, just like the distance between us, invisible and intangible, but real.

Suddenly I thought of a very sad poem: "The cloud is very close to me, and you are far away from me. The two stars in the sky look very close, but they are one light-year apart in time.

Senior three, I finally made up my mind to lock all those idle books in the cupboard. I think I should also try to keep myself busy. The head teacher talked to him once. He said that maybe the teacher didn't ask much of you before, so you didn't pay serious attention. Now the teacher wants you to be careful. After all, time is running out. After studying for so many years, it's time to watch this last battle. Just nod.

Ling Hao hasn't talked to himself for a long time, but what does it matter? Wei Ran smiled and held a thick reference book, chasing the teacher to ask questions instead of asking Ling Hao. He is very busy. There is a kind of dark matter between us, so let it exist.

F

"Bai Yueguang, somewhere in my heart, is so bright, but so cold. Everyone has sad times, but they want to hide, but they are growing up ... "My favorite song before the incident was once Ling Hao's favorite song.

Sitting in front of the big glass window, I was in a daze bit by bit. It is said that the color of the wheat field is good for me because everything. Ling Hao once pointed to this sentence and said, Look, I look like this little prince. It turns out that you are already a king wearing a crown, but I still think you are the pale little prince.

The stories of those times are all folded into a chapter of the page, which will slip down accidentally once opened, telling you not to forget. All you have to do is quietly fold them back into the page.