Lonely people sit by the window alone, enjoying the loneliness they have never felt before. Outside the window, the breeze soothes the soul, the sky is blue, and occasionally the leaves fall to the roots, flying out of the infinite prosperity of the season, writing, people can not help but think of those light-colored times that were exiled in memory.
Meet first and then look back.
Spring came so suddenly, like a stumble, that we fell into the boundless spring. It's like a spring breeze blowing through my heart between the wings of a butterfly. The air is filled with warm smiles, gentle eyes and friendly greetings. Let's be close friends and talk about everything with each other. We laughed, cried and had fun, and we were warm and moved by each other.
The twinkling of an eye is the season of parting, so we simply say goodbye. The parting thoughts are tightly intertwined, and the scenery outside the window goes back in time. Perhaps, collecting friendship is nothing more than looking back with tears, and it is hard to be moved when you are injured. Ignored because of the relatively eternal existence, but also recalled because of the relative distance.
Liulian Aizhi
Outside the window, I threw myself into several bright moonlight and left it on the paper that was not closed during the day. I thought hard, but I couldn't come up with an idea. Someone knocked at the door gently, and my mother came in with a cup of hot milk and put it on my desk. I was shocked and looked at her subconsciously. She smiled and said, "Calm down and think about it. Mom made a glass of milk to warm you up. " That unpretentious remark easily touched my heart. A warm current overflows the whole body, and love creeps into my heart like a vine and grows vigorously.
I am a restless person. I never dare to stay in the same place for too long. My parents won't stop me or complain. They just silently followed my footsteps and encouraged me to take the next step with a quiet but nourishing love.
Dream-chasing time
The cool breeze raised purple and blue curtains, which made my dizzy head wake up from some exposure. I thought about being reborn after the exam, but later I had to face the report card. I don't know whether I should be excited or sad. The older you get, the fewer people will force you to do what you want and not what you don't want to do. You have made a choice between "don't give" and "don't get". There is nothing to complain about. I have been running in the field of hope, although I occasionally stumble over disappointment.
Dreams are really heavy, like raindrops covered with those years. Growth takes an hour. Youth is too short to regret. If it's not the end, please keep smiling. Cherish selfless youth silently, because it is the best commemoration of growth.
Collect the lost leaves, together with the sigh of friendship, the warmth of family, the persistence of dreams, and the trace of time. Whose scissors cut out the bright time of life? The memory cherished in my heart will never die.
When the bell rings, we begin to cheer in our hearts. When the teacher walks out of the classroom, we begin to cheer in our actions.
Suddenly, the whole class, like billiards that had been gathered together, immediately dispersed with a touch, forming a small chat area.
This is always the happiest time for students, but-
"No, the next class seems to be English dictation. The teacher said it last night. "
"It seems that there is everything."
"Oh my god, I didn't do my homework last night. It's terrible. "
At this moment, a burst of footsteps, the collision of tables and chairs, and the curses of classmates formed a unique song of generosity to die.
In a short time, the classroom, which was originally like boiling water and full of gossip, was filled with the sound of turning pages and reading books, forming a spoon-feeding song.
At this time, Ban Ritter should not unite and the division of labor is quite clear. Those who finished reciting last night are cheering for those who didn't finish reciting, or discussing with those who didn't finish reciting how to cheat and what benefits they will get after being helped; If you don't finish reciting and don't want to rely on others, just concentrate on reciting, or several people form a temporary group to recite each other; He who has no hope at all and is not prepared to be silent is the most idle person at the moment. Do they harass those who have finished reciting and those who have not finished reciting and take pleasure in it? Others act as reporters, staring at the "enemy"-whether the English teacher is close or not. It looks like a spy watching someone on TV. It's just spy material.
"The English teacher is here."
"God, so soon, Lord, kill me."
Suddenly, there was a wail in the classroom.
"Haha, I lied to you." A voice of beating came out.
The sound of hitting people, swearing instead of wailing. Then, there was another cramming with hard work.
After n times.
"The English teacher is here."
"Who are you kidding? Do you really think we are idiots? "
"Don't trust him."
"yes."
"I didn't lie to you, I really came."
"Oh, my God, it's really coming."
"God, take me away."
Then, there was another wail.
This voice lasted for a long time, and the sadness turned for a long time until the moment when the teacher came in.
This is our "beautiful" recess.
On New Year's Eve, fireworks bloomed brilliantly in the air. It's finally New Year's Eve. My aunt's family, who is far away from home, also came back to spend the New Year with our whole family in that shabby old house. It was my warmest time.
Of course, firecrackers and fireworks are indispensable for Chinese New Year. My aunt brought many flowers and firecrackers from Tianjin. This makes my little cousin and I very happy. We all lit firecrackers. The noise was deafening and exciting. The next program is fireworks. Dance back and forth with lit fireworks, and scare him with fireworks from time to time. He was not afraid, but easily avoided the fireworks and chased me everywhere with them. Our laughter spread all over the yard. The old people looked at us and laughed their heads off. We are also selflessly chasing and enjoying the carefree and warm time. As night fell, my cousin and I were tired, so we climbed onto the roof to see the stars. The stars in the night sky are bright and dotted in the dark night sky. Brilliant fireworks bloom in the air, and the bright moon sheds bright moonlight, illuminating the rivers and roads in front of the door, as if pointing out the way home for people who are in a hurry. It was really the warmest time.
The smell of the kitchen makes my stomach growl. I climbed down the roof and ran straight into the kitchen. What I saw was a series of rich dishes, which made people drool. I went to my mother's side and saw her put the salted pork belly in the pot and then cover it. At this time, the potatoes and vermicelli were ready and put in, and some soy sauce and chicken essence were added, which made people more hungry. At this time, my cousin saw that I couldn't swallow it, so he came to tease me: "What's the matter? Are you hungry? Be careful later. Don't let me eat all these delicious foods. " I listened, clenched my fist and pretended to hit him, but he casually said to me, "Xia, save your strength. It's almost time to eat. Go wash your hands and eat." At that time, I was a little confused. This person really makes people love and hate.
Finally, all the dishes were served, but I didn't expect a finale and a big rice cake. Decorated with red dates and raisins, the white dough exudes an attractive aroma. I wish my mother would cut a piece and put it in my mouth. The taste is really memorable. Our family sat around the steaming dinner table, the glasses of the adults collided with each other, my cousin and I wolfed down, and the family was laughing and enjoying the family happiness. This is really the warmest time.
The road of life is full of ups and downs, but when you reflect on your own road of life, you will taste a little warmth and sweetness. Perhaps this is the true meaning of life, recalling time and recalling that warm time.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Unconsciously, I grew up, and the prosperity of the world was out of sight, but looking back, I still miss that warm time.
I spent my childhood in my hometown, which is picturesque. Even if I am a little poor, it is a warm and happy place for me.
Here, the most enjoyable thing is to recruit a group of friends and chirp up the mountain to find wild fruits to eat. I always can't find those little guys. Every time I walk down the hill, there are only a few pieces of fruit in my trouser pocket. But it didn't affect my interest at all. When I got home, I washed the fruit with cold water. The green fruit, lined with glittering and translucent water drops, looks very delicious in the sun. I shook the water drops on my hand and couldn't wait to pick up a few and put them in my mouth. Sweet and sour juice, full of green fruit fragrance, always makes my little heart beat happily, warm and happy.
But what I like best is listening to grandpa tell strange stories. Whenever night comes, I am crazy for a day. After dinner, I will lie comfortably in the cool chair under the grape trellis. Grandpa sat beside me with a smile, and the wrinkles on his dark face twisted into strange pictures, which always made me laugh. Grandpa smiled and touched his beard, and his old hoarse voice said lovingly, "Little X, where was it last time?" Grandpa doesn't remember again. "I reluctantly shook my head and told him loudly that the last time was over. Grandpa smiled, "very good! Touch my head again, and the voice will gradually ring after time has washed away. I was deeply fascinated by this strange story, and the warm tide in my heart washed my heart over and over again.
At this time, the melodious cicada sound rippled in the sky with the crisp frog sound, and the silver stars flashed through the dark green leaves. The breeze rises and the fragrance of the earth fills my nose. Grandpa Cang's hoarse voice gradually blurred and urged me to sleep. I close my eyes sweetly to welcome a beautiful tomorrow.
Now I am, this lost in the bustling me. Every time I recall this moment. The impetuous ripples in my heart gradually subsided, and the warm feeling, like the wind, quietly blew through my heart, dragging my thoughts to my old childhood. The feeling of missing came up, and the green fruit and the old story came to my mind with a hoarse voice.
Time is like a sword, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. I can't help but miss those warm days.
I remember when I first came to this group of 263, I was very surprised. Looking at the news records of my classmates one by one, I lost my mind, some were funny, some were serious, but I couldn't type a word when I looked at them. I don't know what to say. It is strange to 263 and every student.
Out of the precaution of making friends online, I always seem to be reluctant to talk. Later, when I suddenly saw the topic I was interested in, I devoted myself to your chat and found that everyone was so approachable and enthusiastic. When I can't do it, you can always answer patiently for me. So the vigilance in my heart has long since disappeared, and it is also because your enthusiasm has diluted my strangeness. Fortunately, I have you ~
In this group, I also met many brothers and sisters. I like Grandpa Wenchang, Brother Huang, Sister Heng and Sister Su very much. Although they are ordinary, they give me different warmth and enthusiasm.
My first impression of Brother Huang is that he is very smart and has a high degree. He always solves difficult problems for his classmates. He is also a very interesting person. I also ask him questions and always answer them patiently. He is also a good writer. I really enjoyed reading your article.
For Grandpa Wenchang, I also like him very much. Because of one thing, he quit the league, and I can't bear to part with it. He is also a very nice person. Although he is not very special, he makes us happy in his own way. I'm sorry to see your article. I hope you can come back to our big family after you calm down ~
Where's Sister Heng? Listen to the beautiful name, I think it should be a big beauty! I remember when I first came, I added her. I don't know how to contribute. She taught me to contribute step by step. No matter what questions I ask, I always answer patiently. She is also a very nice person, and I like her very much.
Sister Su is also a real beauty. Look at McDull with her head. She should be a lovely beauty. She is also a very enthusiastic administrator, likes chatting with her and is also a very fair person.
Really, it's good to have you in 263! Although I only know you online, I can see from your words that everyone is fine, just like the morning sunshine, warming me and encouraging me!
Although you are ordinary, everyone is practical and enthusiastic. Your enthusiasm infected me, made me more familiar with your strangeness, liked this website more and more, and liked lovely people more and more ~
I think we can be together for a long time. You will always be there, and you will always give everyone warmth and encouragement. Thank you and this website. Hope! Time is not old, we will not leave.
Leaning against the big tree in the corner of the park, tears fell from the corner of my eyes, hiding my face and crying, which was extremely decadent. The sunshine flows away from my fingertips, which is beyond my reach. ...
Running in the street, unconsciously, my eyes turned into a piece of Wang Yang. Footprints of mulberry leaves on the soft beach ...
I'm not who I used to be. Immature I have grown up now, and the only constant is simplicity and innocence. ...
Turned to look at the footprints left behind, thinking of myself when I was young. ...
When I was a child, that tender little hand, holding a brush, doodled and nodded with relish, admiring itself like a scholar and artist.
When I was young, I liked to secretly hold my mother's high heels, wear the little skirt my mother bought me, pose in front of a big floor mirror and turn around.
I still remember when I was twelve, when we were young and frivolous. Every night after computer training, my friends and I always push my car to the playground to have our own car race!
In this way, time flies and I walk in the darkening room. ...
When you enter junior high school, puberty will follow. We gradually become ignorant ... the soft girlhood begins to beat our hearts. ...
I have cried, laughed and hurt; Pain, happiness ... two hands holding hands, but separated because of disagreement ... ups and downs again and again, falling again and again ... fragile heart broken all over the floor, but I don't know how to piece it together. ...
"Should I throw away my heavy shell and look for the blue sky ..." I gently sang my heart and pushed open the heavy old wooden door in high school, which was destined to abandon my relaxed freedom.
The desk tube, which was empty, is now full of textbooks ... My own small space has also become narrow because I entered high school. ...
I began to get busy, shuttling between campuses, carrying schoolbags and books, and commuting between home and school. I don't have more spare time, and the weekend is full ... I only have to study in my mind, and my days are beginning to become full, but my life is in a mess. Sleep is no longer enough, yawning has become the chief image now!
Really tired, parents' expectations, their own extravagant hopes, teachers' hopes ... too many pairs of eyes are watching my every move, too many voices are echoing in my mind ... The pressure is sweeping like waves, as if to drown me. ...
A few times I wanted to give up, so I fell asleep and never woke up … but I didn't do that, so I resolutely chose to stick to it!
Time is still passing, and I stubbornly move forward with time. ...
Goodbye. When I was a child, I was ignorant. Now my dream is mature, the wind is chanting, the bell has passed, and time has passed quietly. ...
Fresh and tender dreams are ripe, and the sunset makes the silhouette mottled. Outside the old wall, the outline of the future is quietly surrounded. ...
All the good memories are here, and we will never forget them in our hearts.
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Unconsciously, senior one ended with a whoosh like the speed of light. After this summer vacation, we will be divided into classes. Those close friends who used to stick together had to be separated. "Class Three, Grade One", a "big family" full of bittersweet memories, is about to disintegrate. Thinking about it really makes people a little reluctant to cry.
In the dead of night; When thousands of lights have quietly closed their eyes; When only cicadas are singing outside the window. My thoughts have flown back with beautiful wings. ...
I still remember when I first started school, I only knew two people in my class. That uncomfortable caution is really stupid and cute now. It's really hard to get along with everyone since the beginning of school. I still remember that during the military training, everyone was so United. In the dormitory, you can hear crisp and sweet laughter from time to time. Sometimes, someone accidentally gets sick, and everyone's caring, worried and anxious faces really have a warm feeling of home in a remote military training base. We cried and laughed together along the way. It's really hard to separate now.
Time is like water, and we are about to face the disappointment of landing. I know my personality. I always drag my car from the Himalayas to the Luohe River. So now I have moved from memory to sadness. Even if all my friends are still in the same building, even if they are next door, they will still feel sorry for this small difference. Because I know that if you want to bring up memories, you will be sad. It is better to say that sadness has taken the lead than the supporting role of memories when you are sad. It is like a transparent water curtain, but not everyone can see through it.
"Class Three, Grade One" has too much beauty for us. Here, we have unbridled laughter and sad tears because of contradictions ... there are too many beautiful memories that people are reluctant to part with.
In the process of our growth, there are growing pains, happy memories and beautiful yearning. Maybe when we think of the day when we first met; Maybe I will think of all of us; Perhaps the memories of parting and happiness have turned into sad memories, but in the end there are more beautiful memories than painful ones!
Therefore, our bittersweet memories are all here: in Class Three, Grade One, in our hearts, we will never forget the wonderful time of Grade One!
Time is pressing. Time, may we meet unexpectedly and say hello with a smile. -inscription
I have seen the whitest cloud, but I have never touched its softness; I have heard the most touching melody, but I have never really felt the true meaning and sacredness of love; I have experienced the rolling waves on the sea, but I have never experienced the passage of time at my fingertips.
You are the sky beyond my touch.
Sunlight shines through the dream in the eyes, and moonlight shines through the sea in the palm of your hand. Do you remember your youth at that time? We carefully sow the seeds of dreams in our hearts with tender words and loving eyes. Looking up at the vastness of the sky, I talked about those big or small dreams that have been forgotten by time. Memories have precipitated in time, but the pace of chasing dreams has never stopped. In this untouchable childhood sky, we all left the truest shadows, such as clouds in the sky, which followed me and brought sunshine and rainy season.
You are a star that I will never forget.
Stars can talk and stones can blossom. Now, can you freeze it? We are vaguely guarding those dreams that are still shining, drawing little by little on the axis of life. Looking up at the starry sky, I found that my dream is not far away. The brightest star in the night sky illuminates a magical castle full of dreams. I stood on tiptoe carefully, staring at the night sky and the stars with deep affection, and my heart surged. Breeze Xu Lai, I stand alone on the balcony. Every time a gust of wind passes, there will be stars. The warmth of the palm turns into the original energy and permeates the magic castle under the starry sky. Time seems to stay in this starry night sky, and everything seems so quiet. I pointed to the starry sky and asked, Did you ever know that your flickering touched my heart?
You are my sad face.
One horizontal and one vertical are longing, and one left and one right always hide deep affection. Looking forward to the distance, will you stay for me? I have been obsessed with the sunset on the horizon, but I have never known the unknown secret under this sunset. The returning birds in my memory flew over the empty dreams woven by songs and drew beautiful radians. Under the shallow sunset glow, golden spots are reflected. I stared at the fading light in the distance, and my heart was filled with emotion: but I hurried by, why didn't I speak lightly?
Time flies, don't forget. I only hope that where you go, fish can fly to the sky and clouds can set up the most beautiful rainbow; Time flies, don't forget your peace of mind. I only hope that where you go in time, the stars can turn into Qiong Yao, and the sunset can freeze the most beautiful moment.
Looking back a thousand times, I was filled with emotion. There is only one sentence: time, once said, do you remember? -endnotes
How time flies! How time flies! After senior three, I will enter senior three! Senior two is not like senior one! In high school, the second year of high school is the key, and the third year of high school is the most important.
I don't know how senior one got here, but in retrospect, my mind is only blank! -Alas, my poor senior one life!
No pains, no gains. Time is often like this. If you don't cherish it, it will slip away unconsciously. Time waits for no one. Only those who regard time as their life can truly understand the value of time and strive for every minute instead of wasting their lives in idleness. Human life is short. In such a limited time, only those who cherish time can control their own destiny, and only those who dare to challenge time can win more time.
Time is the most common and precious. Money can't be bought, and status can't be kept. "Time is the material that constitutes a person's life." Everyone's life is limited. Similarly, the time for a lively event is limited and fleeting.
There is an old saying in China: "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time." This sentence can be said to be a household name, known to all women and children. It shows the preciousness of time and tells us that everyone should cherish time.
Yesterday passed away silently with memories, today comes quietly with hope, and tomorrow, it is shining and waiting for people. Some people are still immersed in memories and are obsessed with yesterday; Some people only indulge in dreams and look forward to tomorrow. They all forgot today. Today is the link between the past and the future. Only by grasping today can we consolidate yesterday's glory. Only by grasping today can we realize tomorrow's dream.
When I was a sophomore, I resolutely chose liberal arts, but everyone in this class changed to liberal arts! However, the current class lacks vitality, and learning under the supervision of teachers has also caused waves due to the change of learning atmosphere. It's too noisy, it's a bit messy! This class is ok now, and the students in the first four rows are making progress. I only know that this is my happiest and most painful time. Is life so contradictory?
The calmer the night, the more violent my thoughts sprout. How brave does it take to express it? My heart really wants to talk to you. You are the person I care about most. Be happy.
-"Be happy"
Listen to the radio the night before yesterday, FM 105. Zhong Xin, the female anchor of Shaanxi Youth FM, spoke the theme of the day in a warm voice: Time is singing. I want to know, how long is it? Maybe it was ten or twenty years ago, maybe it was just a second. Time is long or short, the only constant is that it once existed. Not everyone can change the passage of time. We can only look back, look back at every beautiful moment and recall every sad picture in the past.
Memories are rewinding. ...
I miss P, a boy with a lovely smile.
In the winter of the second day of junior high school, the wind is blowing and it is very cold. I remember that there was a movie "Hoh Xil" on the class that day. A movie with great meaning and feeling. More than that, P and I were grabbing things, and he accidentally touched my hand. He was a little surprised and asked, "Your hands are so cold?" I smiled indifferently and said, "Well, I was born with cold hands and feet. It's okay. " He gave a "Oh" and said, "Then I'll warm you up." I am stupefied. Before I knew it, he had held my hand. His hands were warm, and I was a little moved and cried quietly. The dark classroom covered my tears, and then we were silent and stared at the movie in front of us. I can't see anything clearly. Yingying's tears, like movies, reflect a ray of light and a feeling I can't say.
It's been half a year since graduation, and it's too small in the ocean of time and light, with only one hundred thousandth drop of seawater, hehe. The last time I saw P was at the reunion after the senior high school entrance examination. More than 50 people rushed to the "spicy space" from different places, and everyone was crazy, noisy, laughing and noisy, as if venting. Someone is crying. Someone is drunk. The air is filled with the smell of beer and the sadness of parting. I saw P in the rising steam of hot pot, still silent, but with a trace of sadness. Oh, even P who loves to laugh and never worries will be sad? Really? I shook my head and didn't want to think about it any more.
The last gift is a couple's cup, a beautiful cup, which has been chosen for a long time. The implication of the cup is a lifetime. oh I'm so stupid. How long has it been in my life? It's like asking how far it is forever, and there is no answer.
Time goes by slowly, but the same people are scattered in different places, and even meeting each other is a luxury; How time flies! The tears in my eyes have evaporated before they fall.
Time is singing, happy or sad, only you know.