At the same time, different time and space. Xx, xx, meet you to watch in Wen Yuan (or other? ), pick up the afterglow of Wednesday sunset, chat together, laugh together and enjoy the mood of ordinary life together.
(Music: Dido, Life for Rent)
I don't know why, but I like listening to this song on the trip. This far-reaching song, sometimes, can make me think nothing. In my mind, it's as white as a blank sheet of paper just made. Looking at the day and night and the scenery flying outside the window doesn't mean anything. Sometimes, I can fill my head with memories, turn it into a silhouette of the past, and describe in detail the stories that have been finished or not.
I have been away from school for a long time. Strangely, whether you come back or leave, it is rainy, not sunny. This is not a deliberate choice to go out on rainy days and create some poetic styles, but simply because there is not enough time. Of course, there is also sadness.
The first time I left, I went south to Shanghai, and it was raining cats and dogs. The umbrella didn't work at all. The tie rod of the suitcase also slipped from my hand and splashed with rain flowers. I looked around in a strange street, trying to recognize my sister's familiar face in the traffic, which was particularly embarrassing.
I remember the disappointment when I first went back to Hefei to take the graduation exam. In the evening, outside the railway station, a group of people are welcoming the representatives of the China Expo. No one has ever met such an ordinary me. At that time, I suddenly thought of the popular hug group abroad. Even a short hug from a stranger will bring people full of happiness. Hefei is generally whitewashed, and the street with lights is almost unrecognizable. Perhaps, it has been gone for a long time. Is the bus to Pearl Square 206 or 2 16? I can't remember clearly. I sent a message to Pepe, who was taking an exam in Wuhu, only to know that it was a 226 bus. A person was dragging his luggage on the campus at night, walking in the pattering drizzle, facing the guessing expressions of strange schoolmates. I am not a returnee, just a passer-by.
Back in Shanghai, it was drizzling, and I dragged my luggage down the street with thousands of lights, listening to completely strange words and asking myself in surprise, where did I get such great courage to leave? It turns out that my habits are so hard to change that I can't even adjust my jet lag.
(Music: Zhou Xun/Chyi Chin "Outside")
I decided to integrate into the society after the postgraduate entrance examination and start my own independent career.
It's not surprising that she failed in the postgraduate exam, and her score was far from what expected. Suzhou is still a city built in a dream, which cannot be realized. It's just out of reach, which adds a little imagination and longing to people. It seems that this is the universal law of life, and the scenery that cannot be touched is always the most beautiful.
Unexpectedly, it is Xiaoxian who pays great attention to his studies. For her, nothing is glamorous in these four years, except the dream of Beijing. However, this score did not give her an birthright. Although I am far away from her, I can feel her pain and sadness.
Pepe is looking forward to continuing the exam next year and staying at home until her dream of further study comes true.
Suddenly I remembered Li Qingzhao's poem: I miss Xiang Yu so far and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Postgraduate entrance examination is at this end, and Jiangdong is at that end. They don't want to cross Jiangdong. Xiang Yu won't, because he is full of weather, geography and people. They won't. He is full of self-esteem and dreams.
What else can we do besides graduate students?
As long as our dreams are not eroded, we can still learn. ...
Roommates all like Christine's song, The First Dream, which is about hope after failure and courage before success. I suddenly remembered a movie "If You Can Catch Me" by Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio, which has nothing to do with the story. I think of a story that Leonardo heard from his father: two mice fell into a bucket of fresh milk, and one mouse was desperate and thought it was fate. As a result, it drowned; The other mouse didn't want to give up and kept stirring. As a result, the bucket of fresh milk was stirred into butter.
Perhaps, when it comes to hopes and dreams, people will first think of a kung fu panda named Bao. However, for most of us, life is not such a legend. Some of those hopes, big and small, have been forgotten in blowing in the wind. Some are like lies, which have lost their meaning, while others have come true and experienced happiness. In prosperity, hope is fashionable, but in adversity? At least, we can work as hard as the second mouse in a fresh milk bucket, working in hard soil, waiting for hope and flowers.
(Music: alan taylor: Some Dreams)
I worked part-time in a convenience store before my job was settled. When there are no customers, it is very casual. Convenience stores and music stations cooperate, and the broadcasts of Shanghai Music Channel are broadcast regularly 24 hours a day.
What the host talks about most is love, and he talks too much. It's strange that no matter what topic, no matter which host, love can be brought up in the end, followed by one song after another.
The accordion background music in the French film "Angels Love Beauty" and Sodagreen's "Little Love Song" are played the most. Listen, I feel like crying. Our dormitory has criticized this song before, mainly because of Sodagreen's voice and the obvious breathing when singing. Later, the whole dormitory went crazy about this song again, singing day and night, one after another, one after another.
In this way, unguarded, I thought of the dormitory far from home, carefully wrote the information and sent it to them one by one at three in the morning. Of course, I fell asleep unresponsive, but I feel a little better in my heart and feel very close. I always want to share unhappy and happy things with them, as if I were still lying with them.
Han Han's Gone with the Wind was shown on the radio, but I didn't expect it. This writer, whom I once liked very much, is not the type that Shanghainese like because of his arrogant sarcasm. However, as soon as I heard it, I was happy. Perhaps this is the power of idols. However, the quarrel between Han Han and Jing M. Guo often appears in the dormitory. In order to maintain the noise of idols, I always feel bored in retrospect. But now that I think about it, it's really warm.
Stories that are remembered or forgotten in the years, and feelings that are difficult to distinguish between true and false in the fleeting time, are sung softly in life. Music has such magic, the past devours your heart bit by bit, and the past is also a fascinating thing, eroding your emotions bit by bit.
(Music: Pu Shu/Christine "Those Flowers")
The present work is monotonous and leisurely. When there is no class, free time is wasted, and I can't wait to kidnap time and force it to go faster; When you are busy, you want to imprison time nervously. I don't allow it to wander outside, so I can only stay in the corner.
Don't go back for lunch. Start bringing lunch boxes like everyone else. This lunch box was given to him by Pepe on his birthday. Pink Hello Kitty, with a reserved smile, is not like her. Every time I laugh, I will be heartless and presumptuous.
When I don't bring a box lunch, I will go to eat fried noodles with my colleagues, or go to Wujiang Road in the food street. There are many barbecues on Wujiang Road, which reminds me of the excitement at the school gate at night. I'm still not used to the food here. Shanghainese like to eat sweets made from pickled fish, and they are also from My Sweetie. They are not as delicious as those Sichuan restaurants that often go to the school gate to eat, and of course the dormitory is full of laughter.
Time is a sharp knife, every second is a mark, engraved on the time wall of life, shocking. What I see are those traces of the past, which makes people sad; What you can't see is the blank wall, which makes people feel scared and at a loss.
The past is a terrible thing, sometimes it can make you giggle like no one is watching, and sometimes it can break your heart and force you to leave tears.
Now, I am far away from school life. The thesis defense is over, and the four-year school career seems to be over. However, I always feel bitter when I think about it. The past is like a commemorative book, which can only be used for memories.
(Music: Map: Sky)
The past is fine sand. When you pass by, you can feel that it once existed. Even if you change time and space, you can put it in an hourglass and cherish it carefully.
In the future, there is a wider world outside, and there is no time and space to see it. We must design it ourselves. This is the same picture, full of ink, the whole life.
Ok, today's program is coming to an end. Let's cherish the past carefully in the song of the map, tell the sky our hope and let ourselves fly.