Through

I always wanted to write an article to encourage you to take the college entrance examination, but because of your mood, I had to give up every time. The college entrance examination will be held tomorrow. You told me that it would be the last time for you to write a composition. I think it I am time to write something. There is no limit to the sea of learning. When learning deep, I also deeply feel the difference of energy among people. The roommates in the university study late at night every day, wake up at 6 o’clock in the morning, sing high, and start his life for another day. I put my head into the quilt in the dim light and insisted on sleeping for a longer time. In plain English, or lazy, no high school that dusk habits. However, the time I spent with you is still hard to forget. Because, in our hearts, there is always something that is higher than the book mountain. For example, on that rainy day, when I first learned the biography of Huaiyin Hou and read the details of his humiliation on his crotch, my heart was agitated. It occurred to me that there happened to be a crotch bridge in the marketplace. So I secretly rode a car after school and touched the bridge. It was said to be a bridge, but in fact there was only a shabby archway left. The roadside merchants had already closed the door, and the back alley was also deep. At that time, the light was as dim as beans, and only the three characters on the memorial arch and the bridge were particularly clear. In that situation, it seemed that only a few steps could turn out to be arrogant, leaving only the clank and pride. Yes, when a person has a higher mountain to climb in his heart, he will not care about the mire under his feet. Then, one day after the college entrance examination last year, I wandered in the streets and lanes of my hometown with my friends. We ate all the stalls along the road, walked around the town again and again, and finally came to the bridge of the canal, holding the handrail to watch the waves of the river. Just laughed all the way, turning the unhappiness of the old days into the canal water quietly. The roughness of the world and the noise of years are far away from us. But sometimes we can’t say anything, and we are silent, thinking about a downpour, covering the tears around our eyes. Old friends taught me that time was scattered, and it was too late to explain them one by one. Now, time shook his head and said, it is old only one day. The old one still exists in our mind, and the new things crowded our life again. After that, I forgot. The bridge is gone. But how can I forget? Everyone remembers that today that year, we cut off a period of youth and ran forward desperately in order to cross the book mountain and sea. The stubborn look will feel beautiful whenever I think of it. After thinking it over, the bridge was under your feet. I am willing to accompany you all the time, walk across that bridge, go up to the floor, spread out my worries, and enjoy the whole autumn together. What’s the matter with the humiliation of crotch? Tomorrow altar neidi, when teaching Inter-Services of stunned! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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