My diary article 1 You are still so handsome, at least in my heart. I haven't seen you for years, and suddenly I met you, which made me feel at a loss. I never dared to expect to see you again, although I just passed by.
You walked past me, maybe you didn't notice. However, when I saw you from a distance, I turned around. Because I don't want you to see me now, I just want to keep me in your heart.
No matter I look better now than before, for me, this is a thing of the past and a memory. I never thought, even didn't have the courage to see you again.
I used to be so stupid that I really liked you. Now I don't like you, but I don't seem to have the courage anymore. It's best not to meet, at least we still miss it.
I don't know what you think of me now, but I really think we'd better not meet again. At least I left a good memory in my heart, belonging to our past.
It turns out that with the passage of time, I really forgot you. When you appeared in front of my eyes again, it reminded me of you. I used to like you so much.
I hate to admit it, but it happened. Seeing you, I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I finally forgot about you, but you appeared in my world again.
What a small world. We can get together again. I don't want to say anything, just want to forget or bury the past in my heart. Maybe it is the best ending and the best way of life for all of us.
The past is always the past. We don't need to cling to the past. Sometimes we should learn to give up or forget some unworthy memories, which is the best way for the future.
I don't want to remember you, I don't want to think of you again, or even remember you. It's not cruel, it's just that we all found new selves and have our own new lives.
If we can make each other happy, I would rather forget you than you forget me. I didn't miss you very much, because I found that my life is not all about you.
Without you, I found it not impossible. Maybe I just liked you before and didn't think about the ending for you. No matter what kind of friendship we have now, I am very grateful to you.
Today, we are the most familiar strangers in the world. Not only have we lost contact, but I don't know where you will be. I don't want to know, and I don't want to remember stories about you.
I believe that after separation, we can all live well. Because we all believe that without each other, the world will not be the end. Because life goes on, life still needs hard work.
At that time, we were too young, too willful and too impulsive, which may have caused you and me today. Like it or love it, it's all in the past tense.
None of us should dwell on the past without knowing how to cherish the present. Now I am very happy. Although we lost a lot, we also gained a lot. The road of life is always full of accidents and surprises. I believe that every journey has a special meaning.
As for you, for me now, it is just a story, just an episode. I believe that there are gains and losses. I never insist on fate, because I know that what I insist on is not the happiness I want.
A thing that doesn't belong to you, sometimes you have to learn to let go. Maybe if you let go, there will be another harvest. I still remember your smile, which was my greatest attraction.
Now, I seem to have forgotten that feeling. Maybe you want too much, or get too much, or even lose too much. On the road of life, you come and go and enjoy it.
There is no gorgeous language, only a sincere heart. I am happy, not because of how much I got, but because of how much I paid for it. Really, I'm not the silly girl I used to be.
I don't miss you very much, but I think of you occasionally. In fact, after so many years, I really forgot my deep love for you. Time will heal all wounds, and time will forget each other's affection.
As time goes on, I find that more and more people I know. I like it, and more and more people like me. I have never thought of a reluctant relationship in the past, because I know that yours will always be yours, not that you can't force it.
It seems that my life and my mind are used to thinking and doing this.
Right or wrong, how do you know if you are not going forward? Life has taught me a lot, and society has made me feel cruel. No matter what will happen in the future, I believe I will not slow down. (emotional log)
The love of the past always belongs to the past, and your memories are destined to stay in yesterday. I used to like you so much, but now that beauty can only be buried deep in my heart.
I haven't seen you for years, and you are still so handsome. I don't hate you, but I never have the courage to see you again. Maybe seeing you, I just don't know what to say, or rather, seeing is better than seeing.
Now I am very happy. Although I don't know what you are doing now, I believe that no matter what you do, you are equally excellent.
I still remember when I was at school, many girls liked you and even wrote you love letters. Although I am a little angry, I can't change the fact that many girls like you.
True or false. It is doomed that you and I can only pass by, and the future is no longer you. We are all short-lived passers-by in each other's lives, and we are doomed not to meet again in this life.
I will bury everything in my heart and continue my future journey with hope for the future. There won't be you again, and I don't expect you to exist.
I hope we will never meet again in the future. Maybe this is the best choice for each other's lives. At least then, we won't miss it again, and we will miss the beauty of the past.
I have never had the courage to step into the streets and familiar campuses. Because it is full of stories about you and me, full of memories between you and me.
Never seeing each other again is my only request. Let's live well with each other in this life, even if we forget to go to each other's world.
Happiness is such a simple thing, a smile, a greeting, a concern and so on. Thank my family for giving me the greatest encouragement and support.
At the same time, I am also very grateful to all my friends who have helped me. I am really happy to have your company. Our friendship lasts forever, and I will always remember it in my heart.
I cherish affection, love and friendship, which will occupy my heart forever. I have no choice to love you, because loving you is my happiest thing.
Your feelings, your memories and your stories were all left in yesterday. We don't need to miss it, it's not unworthy, but we all have a new life with each other.
I didn't miss you, but when I saw you again, I thought of you. Your story and mine are doomed to dust. I don't want to miss it, because I care more about the road today and tomorrow.
Yesterday, you were one of my stories. Today, I am an episode of you. We won't meet again, but we will all continue our journey in the future. I believe that tomorrow you and I will be legends.
When I came back from piano class yesterday, I was not only scolded, but also rewarded with five yuan. The beauty in my heart!
Last week, my family went to Chongqing and Chengdu and had a pleasant 10 day. Hongyan Village and Baigongguan in Chongqing, Dujiangyan, Leshan Giant Buddha, Qingcheng Mountain, Emei Mountain, Du Fu Cottage, Wuhou Temple and Giant Panda Breeding Base in Chengdu all left our family behind. These scenic spots have their own characteristics. You see, Hongyan village made me realize the hardships of anti-Japanese heroes; Bai Mansion made me realize the evil of Kuomintang. Dujiangyan shows the vastness of ancient water conservancy projects; Leshan Giant Buddha surprised me even more. Emei Mountain and Panda Base let me witness the cuteness of monkeys and national treasures. What amazed me even more was Du Fu's thatched cottage and Wuhou Temple, all of which shone with the wisdom and wisdom of the ancients.
When I returned to Jinan by train, I thought it was a dream!
The third part of my diary has been in a very loose state recently, but it has not fallen off, which is very distressing.
I have to chew with my loose teeth every time I eat, trying to make it fall off early, but it seems to be struggling with me, motionless and as steady as Mount Tai. It hurts me. In the past, I would deliberately bite a fruit like an apple and pear to make loose teeth stick to the pulp, but the more I want it to fall, the more I want it to fall, the more it hurts. I have to be on tenterhooks every day, for fear of offending the "old man" who I call "settled" and is about to move away.
Sleeping at night is even more disturbing, because a tooth that is about to fall off fell into my stomach and was swallowed by me, and I dare not think about it. Be careful every day to avoid making mistakes.
One night, I just fell asleep and suddenly felt a toothache. After a while, the pain disappeared. Sleeping in the sky, I woke up to find that my loose teeth were gone, and I was happy and sad. Happily, the tooth that bothered me is gone, but sadly, I suspect that I swallowed it. I can't help shivering at the thought of it. I immediately "inquired" about its whereabouts, rummaged through the bed and found it lying beside my pillow!
Dear Mr. Fang Ya, you are finally gloriously "laid off"!
The fourth article of my diary I left this home that doesn't belong to me. I know I'm redundant.
On a certain road at night, there are no street lamps and no pedestrians. I look up at the night sky, full of stars. On such a night, I am fearless, but I am free as never before. I ran away from home in a hurry. The electric car is dead. I was almost desperate. I don't know where to go. I suddenly thought of her. After many twists and turns, with the help of good people, I came to her house. Seeing her, I seemed to find a lifeline and hugged her tightly. She is the only person I can trust and the only person who makes me feel safe.
My parents called the police and looked for me all over the world. My mother cried on the phone that she was wrong. She shouldn't have distrusted me and made me suffer so much injustice. I simply said: I won't go back so much. This is not my home. I'm redundant. For the first time, she said so gently, Mom's home is your home. This sentence turned the grievances I had saved these days into tears, and I cried feebly. Why do I have to bear so much that I shouldn't? I just want a happy home and parents who love me. I just want to live a plain life. I don't need wealth and luxuries, just a simple home, that's all.
What should I do? The world is big. Where is my home? The sea of people is so crowded that I am so redundant.
Chapter 5 of my diary My after-school life is rich and colorful, including playing badminton, kicking shuttlecock, playing chess, doing handicrafts and drawing … But my favorite after-school life is reading.
My father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, aunt, … and many others say that I am a complete bookworm! I have a big bookcase at home (that bookcase is not very big, in my opinion, because it can hold many books), but I have read it all and read it many times. Today, I saw my father ready to turn on the computer and watch the news. It suddenly occurred to me: Why not read books online? So you don't have to run around. I immediately said to my father, "I want to read online!" " "Because my voice was too loud and sudden, my father got a fright. It took a long time to react, and then shook his head. As soon as I saw it, I shook my hands at once. Only after I went to yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us did my father let me read books online.
So, am I a total nerd?
Article 6 of my diary My parents are both office workers, and they also attach great importance to my studies, so since the third grade, I have signed up for training classes every day. After so many years, I often feel that the training class will soon become my home. I spent it there as soon as school was over, and I came home late, spending more time there than at home.
In fact, if I can choose by myself, I would rather go home from school every day, learn to write my homework by myself, and review my homework when the exam comes. I can study in my own study, but it seems that it often flows until ten o'clock at night, and I can hardly get along with my family.
The way the training class teacher disciplined me made me a little embarrassed. There was once a classmate who was very unpopular with the teacher. Strangely, the teacher was so eager to stare at him that he scolded him when he went, just because he didn't get along. This classmate is very disciplined and has done nothing wrong. It turned out that he was embarrassed only because of his unsatisfactory grades, so he picked on him every day. I am disappointed with the teacher's educational attitude. I don't want to be the next unlucky guy at all, teacher! I hope you can be fair.
But in fact, going to the training class is not a bad thing, because every time I take the monthly exam, there will always be a teacher to help me review, so that I am not afraid of any topics and have confidence in coping with the exam. Once I didn't understand some topics in class, and the teacher left me some time to teach me, so that I got a good score in the exam the next day. Thank you, teacher. I won't forget those topics. I will keep them in mind and nail them in my heart.
My mother often says, "You can't rely entirely on training courses. You study for your future!" " ! Don't study for grades. "So, mom! Can I skip the training class? Do you want me to give it a try, trust my self-control, let me cultivate correct reading habits for myself, and I will be a happy and good student with excellent academic performance, ok?
Chapter 7 of my diary I put several silkworm babies in a white feeding box because I was afraid that no one would take care of them at home. When I got to school, I found two "little ants" crawling in the box, dark. After class, I couldn't wait to open the feeding box, and suddenly thought, "Didn't mom say she would send some silkworms to other students?" Then I will give my good friend some silkworm eggs. "Action is better than action, so I'll do it right away.
"Guan Guan, I want to send you a small gift. You can't refuse. " I found Guan Xinyi mysteriously. "ah! What! Scared the baby! " GuanXinYi exclaim 1, frighten me back several steps. "They are silkworm babies, your kind." Looking at her cowardice, I laughed my head off. Looks like we need to find the next one. "Yao Yao, this is a gift for you." I opened the feeding box.
"Oh, no!" Chen Siyao hurriedly motioning with his hand, "what is this stuff? It's disgusting. " Coward, I knew she would be like Guan Guan. Now, only Yuan is left. She is bold and should accept my silkworm baby. Sure enough, Yuan saw it, his eyes lit up and he snatched nine at once. Somehow, Teacher Pan knew about my sericulture. Is she a fairy?
My Diary 8 In my life, I have many small partners, such as children in the neighborhood, playmates in kindergarten, and classmates who are studying together now. Do you and I have close friends? Let me think about it! Oh! It must be her!
You see: her chubby face is inlaid with a pair of big eyes, sometimes flickering and sometimes smiling into a pair of meniscus, full of her curious, "cunning", hearty and naughty personality; A straight nose is often covered with a fine layer of sweat; A handsome little mouth contains rich expressions: when you are happy, curl your mouth and make a face; When you are angry, you pout and ignore everyone. My black hair is tied into two "brushes" with butterflies, like two beautiful butterflies flying in the crowd.
She is a person who likes reading! She is a famous "book fan" in our class. In her spare time, with the help of her parents, she finished reading China's four classical novels in grade three. After school and on the way home from school, there are often a bunch of "fans" around her to listen to her story of Journey to the West. Because of her obsession with books, she once suffered a loss: once, she was so obsessed with the story of naughty Ma Xiaotiao that she didn't finish the homework assigned by the teacher in time and was severely criticized by the teacher. Later, similar things did not happen again.
She is good at drawing! She has many hobbies, especially painting. She was rewarded by the school. When we were studying the poem Chrysanthemum, the teacher asked us to match a picture according to the artistic conception of the ancient poem. Therefore, her paintings are full of imagination and fully show the poet's artistic conception. She was praised by teachers and classmates, recommended to the school, and won the first prize in the school's poetry competition.
She is a warm-hearted person! She is ready to help others, always thinking what her classmates think and anxious about what their classmates are anxious about! . I remember once, because I got up late and was afraid of being late, I hurried to school and forgot to wear a red scarf. It's too late to go home and get it now, but if you don't wear a red scarf, you will lose points. what can I do? I was so anxious that I cried! Seeing this, she comforted me and said, "Stop crying, Shi. You can wear mine. I am near my home. I'll get another one when I go home! " "As she spoke, she took off her red scarf and put it around my neck, then rushed out of the classroom and ran home to get another red scarf. After a while, I saw her running to her seat, sweating and panting. Just then, the bell rang. I gave her a grateful look, and she gave me a naughty wink!
This is my little friend, a little friend who loves reading, a little friend who loves painting, and a little friend who is helpful! Want to know who she is? I tell you now, she is my former classmate, her name is Feng Zongyao!
The ninth article in my diary is 20xx. It's sunny on Friday, February 8th.
Today is my lucky day, my birthday. I've been looking forward to it for a long time. In the morning, my father drove to pick up Sister Si, and my mother ordered a milk cake of Tianbao cake. We took it together and went straight back to grandma's house. Grandma cooked a big pot of meat at noon. It smells good! After eating the cake, we drove to the Credit Building to buy grandma new clothes. My uncle bought me two little transformers. Very interesting. Thank you, uncle. In the evening, we went to see my sister-in-law, who bought me a set of toys and new clothes for the little God of War. I am so happy today!
My diary article 10 There is an unforgettable scene in the TV series of the same name based on Wang Anyi's Shanghai novel "Song of Eternal Sorrow": the summer heat, midnight in Shanghai. "Old Koehler" excitedly made an appointment with several classmates, quietly climbed to the flat top of the residential building and eavesdropped on "Huang Ge" around an old record player. ...
It is called Unforgettable because I have experienced that era and I like music. I had a similar experience.
My love for music began in primary school, probably influenced by my brother, who is already a member of the middle school choir. My brother and sister like listening to music and sing along with time. At that time, there were several major operas in China, such as Jiang Jie, The Marriage of Little Erhei, Honghu Red Guards and so on. Among them, "famous jokes" will be played several times. I remember once my brother was humming "What a beautiful battle" by himself. No sooner had we snorted than the three of us followed him with one voice. This is a performance singing, with a lively and humorous tune and exaggerated movements accompanied by the hearty laughter of the Red Guards after winning the battle. This is easy to remember. The four people sang more and more vigorously, which startled their mother who just came in from work ... In those years, there were often music periodicals such as Sing Shanghai and Songs borrowed by my brothers and sisters at home. I only had a little knowledge of music theory, but I remember many famous musicians, such as songwriters, Li, Zhou Xiaoyan, the "Oriental Nightingale" and the Second Army Horse (female). At that time, I could only listen to them singing on the rare radio, but I still admired them from the bottom of my heart.
My primary school is near the city of Children's Home. After school, I can often hear cappella from the children's team in the city. What attracted me most was the stretched and euphemistic duet in Our Field. When the beautiful melody crosses the flower wall with iron railings on Xiushui Street and reaches the ears, it will always slow down unconsciously. Today, more than 40 years later, when I bought the disc named "Time is Like a Song" and listened attentively to this song sung by the Black Duck trio, I felt even more charming.
In order to listen to music, I managed to save money to install a crystal receiver in the summer vacation of the year when I graduated from primary school. The sensitivity of that kind of radio without power supply is extremely limited, and Ningbo city can only receive two or three radio stations. But it is these stations that always have music programs such as instrumental songs, songs of the week and so on every night, and there must be movie episodes on Saturday night. Through the sound waves from headphones, I got to know Liu Tianhua, Lu Chunling, Lina Yu and other Chinese and western musicians.
During the Cultural Revolution, the music scene was deserted. Except Eight Pearls, almost all Chinese and foreign music works have been put in the cold. Among the young students who are out of school, I am one of a group of "double lovers" who are keen on music and broadcasting. Now that I think about it, it is the product of that special era. The policy of cultural imprisonment and the rebellious psychology of young people drive our unstable heads to look out and peep at the outside world. Imagine that the music that has been memorized is still hovering in my ear every day. Can you not bother? ! And a lot of time provides excellent conditions for us to play the radio. With my small wallet bulging (I have worked hard on my shoulders), my investment in radio has gradually increased: speakers have replaced headphones, electronic tubes and transistors have been adopted, and programs have changed from duplex to heterodyne to superheterodyne ... At night, when the short band of DIY five-lamp radio receives clear music from Moscow Radio thousands of miles away, it is an uncontrollable surprise. During World War II, this radio station often played the famous songs of the former Soviet Union and many Russian folk songs, such as the truly lingering path, the vigorous and vicissitudes of the Volga boatman's song, the majestic and leaping Moscow-Beijing, the graceful and sad three-car ... To my surprise, on a silent winter night, I could still hear the singing girl from my mother occasionally before the Cultural Revolution.
However, although the sensitivity and selectivity of the radio are getting better and better, the tension and anxiety that can accompany us like a shadow have not been eliminated, because after all, the song called "Su Xiu" played by hostile countries has long been judged as non-reactionary, that is, China's "yellow" banned songs!
Among the educated youth who went to the countryside to repair the soil, J, my age, was a music fanatic. Whenever the production team comes off work, he always shuts himself in that dark and damp hut and plays the violin from morning till night. What I admire is that the melody floating from the four strings will not be repeated all day-he is familiar with too many songs, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. In the days when Maojiao Mountain (now the first phase of Beilun Port Area) was reclaimed from the sea, when we pulled a cart weighing several hundred kilograms and marched on a seawall several thousand meters long, we often sang the grassland in unison. Deep harmony sometimes rings in the long educated youth motorcade, and sad exotic tunes will reverberate over the construction site for a long time with the roar of the waves hitting the embankment. ...
Music is a language, just like a dancer's body movements. I never dare to say that I know music, but I deeply feel that music can cultivate people's temperament and affect people's emotions. Twenty years ago, I was lucky enough to enjoy Lv Qiming's solo Ode to the Red Flag in Shanghai. The crimson velvet curtain was opened, and the majestic bands and musicians skillfully unified their movements, giving people a sense of sacredness in music in an instant. When the whole song ended in an exciting melody, the audience was silent. Four or five seconds later, people seemed to come out of the inspiring artistic conception of the work, followed by long and indifferent applause.
My daughter also loves music, and teachers in the industry call her "good voice, wide range and understanding music". During the Spring Festival the year before last, we held a party at home. When she finished singing Xu Xingzhi and Nie Er's "The Singer at Hand" with great devotion, her cheeks were covered with crystal tears, which deeply moved her accompanying colleagues.
Not long ago, Heine and Mendelssohn's "Riding on Singing Wings" was regularly played on the campus stereo every morning, which often attracted me to stop and listen in the corridor of work. The transcendental melody took me away from this noisy and utilitarian world and into a clean world. After school, I can always hear Pan Yinlin's "Golden Stove", and the cadence of the piano brings me back to that vibrant youth. ...
Music is a cultural carrier, which expresses our thoughts and feelings, shocks our hearts, touches our lives and purifies our souls. Music is so charming.