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The plot of people’s nostalgia is always like a string, which is stirred by the fingertips of feelings and memories for a long time. Those fragments that were thought to be forgotten and polished away by time instantly rolled into waves and surging into seas in their minds because of a sentence or an object. The midnight is the most vulnerable moment for people, and they think the most. Therefore, the graffiti book used to be the best excuse for affectation. Those heroic aspirations, unreconciled feelings and vaguely buried fears that were written down in senior three are now recovering with a little sadness, emotion and some nostalgia. We have all experienced senior three and spent this complicated vocabulary with many unknown emotions. I have seen the city at four o’clock in the morning; I have seen the playground filled with fog or cold air; I have seen the moon hanging in the sky in the morning, not to prove how diligent I am, but not to earn face, it’s just a simple unreconciled thing, because we finally found something we had to do. We are used to calling this emotion obsession. At that time, many people suddenly became enlightened, and people nearby said that the child was finally sensible and willing to work hard! But this is not the case. People will always encounter one thing as an opportunity, which makes you very different from before in some aspects. No matter whether you have achieved what you expected before, you will always thank you for having such a person or thing that makes you become such a beautiful person. However, the pressure that almost drives us crazy will slowly shrink after reaching its peak, and finally become an energy ball that condenses the horrible power and annihilates into a piece of smoke in the final battlefield. In every identical morning of senior three, I was inexplicably distracted after holding the book and looking up at the deserted playground. The playground is full of children of lower grades. They can be carefree, but we can’t. If we don’t drown ourselves in books, we will drown ourselves in the despair which is almost collapsed. What I often say to myself in every night that I can’t keep going is that no matter how tolerant you are, you are lyc and nothing can beat you down. Countless days and nights, with obsession and stubbornness, I was willing to gnash my teeth and endure it. I never regretted it. I finally failed to reach the standard of my goal, but I haven’t given up yet. Because I am too obsessed and never really disappointed with myself. The senior three I once rejected and the college entrance examination approaching step by step, but finally left me bit by bit with the river of time. Now I look at the children who struggled in the bitter sea of senior three just like me at the beginning. They don’t hold the mentality of watching the scene of bustle, don’t feel sympathy, but are moved. This is a very strange feeling, but I am really moved. Moved by their resemblance with me; Moved by their unwillingness to indulge in this gloomy swamp; Moved by their struggle for obsession. I dare not say that they all have dreams, but at least, they must have a dream. Later, when I clicked “my sky” in KTV, I would shed tears without any reason. After a long time, I knew that when the obsession was branded in my heart, it became unabandoned and moved. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…