We

Time can change a lot, except for more and more nostalgia. Is it joy or melancholy that I am about to graduate? We are about to graduate. Unexpectedly, at this moment, this sentence would echo in my mind again and again. TIME witnessed my growth, but my young heart was still ignorant. Time was about to pass through the fourth year of college unconsciously. I stared at my lost shadow on the ground, which was extremely cold. Such a scene made me smile unconsciously. I just didn’t know whether the smile was joyful or bitter. Even I didn’t understand the unknown sorrow in it, it makes me defenseless. When the night fell and the lights were on, I walked aimlessly on the street with a dazed expression, which even made me feel a little strange. Inadvertently, I showed a shallow smile, then a shallow helplessness, and the shallow sorrow that the dim yellow light in the night could not hide. Maybe, like me, you will suddenly feel inexplicably happy, sad and at a loss. The sky is unpredictable and profound, just like our complex and changeable mood, sometimes laughing and laughing, sometimes silent. Time can change many people, and also can change many things, except for the more and more deep nostalgia in the heart. Once upon a time, we explored the strange campus together, sang military songs together under the scorching sun, went to the canteen to grab meals together, and couldn’t sleep in the dormitory late at night to chat and gossip, chat and talk, talk about dreams talk about hometown talk about so-and-so boys and girls, prepare lessons together, join clubs together, take seats together in the library, show yourself together, go out with partners, go karaoke together, get together, get together, get together, get together, go crazy together, let’s cheer for our classmates and friends, take part in CET-4 and CET-6, computer tests, and debate together. Everything seems to be yesterday, and it seems to be far away from us in a flash, becoming Strange is like a dream. All sadness and joy are the beautiful days we miss. Time has changed our appearance, our dreams and our view of the world, but our nostalgia for the past has never changed. Now, I still miss it very much. I miss every bit of the past. Sadness and joy all emerge in front of my eyes one by one. Those scenes that I was bored with and those moments that made me feel sick suddenly became extraordinarily beautiful and turned into a light yellow flower that I preferred in my heart; Those scenes that I liked before, the people and things I appreciated became more and more beautiful, which intoxicated me more than ever. The rain outside the window broke my memory and threw me to the ground coldly. The past that I missed suddenly turned into nothing from my eyes, all the warmth turned into a drop of rain and fell to the ground awkwardly, and the body was broken instantly. When I woke up from melancholy, what I faced was the graduation thesis I prepared everyday, the recruitment interview I had to deal with everyday, the resume I had to sort out everyday, and all kinds of exams I had to prepare everyday, I have to worry about my future work every day, which makes me feel uneasy all the time. We are about to graduate, and I am always at a loss every day when I talk about it in my heart. Time has changed a lot, except for more and more nostalgia. Once we played tricks on youth in mischievous ways. We were as happy as a child who had not grown up, and we couldn’t cry. However, in the near future, we will graduate. We have grown up. There is no doubt that we have grown up, and we can no longer pretend that we are still children. Every time I think of going to the society and Facing Tomorrow, my heart will feel pain inexplicably, shallow, but the pain really exists. Graduation gave me joy, but half of it was bitter, and there was also loss, along with inexplicable and shallow pain. After graduation, I felt frustrated. What I was more about to leave the campus and the timidity of stepping on the society. It used to take courage to grow up. We are about to graduate. The Voice from the bottom of my heart makes me clear sometimes and sink sometimes. The ambiguous air can make the floating voice from the bottom of my heart cold enough to form ice and freeze the fragility in my heart, suddenly I suddenly felt that life was no longer complete. It turned out that I was not prepared to blame myself for all this. It turned out that I lacked courage and was afraid of growing up. I also miss the sound of cello in the meadow. If there was something that seemed to come from the sky, I didn’t really hear it. I have to take a responsibility. I have to summon up courage to restrain my cowardice. I have to face tomorrow bravely. Everything comes from our graduation. The sound of cello is just a distant thing. There is no doubt that we are about to graduate. We always love moods, perhaps because we pay too much, it is inevitable to suffer from gain and loss. Sometimes, we always like to look at the future innocently, make mistakes and keep calm, and finally walk away irresponsibly. Maybe we are too scared of the future. I miss our carnival every night. Even after the carnival, what was waiting for me was endless emptiness and loneliness and unspeakable bitterness. Those times were unexpectedly stubborn and only knew silly smiles. Walking on the street which was about to graduate late in winter, he spread out his palm and found nothing in his palm except the slight chill. I like this cool and moving state, but it is empty without soul, which always makes people laugh and cry, and finally makes people lose themselves. The night wind roared low, the cars roared one by one, and the faint expression on the glass window flashed by without any ups and downs, indifferent, I was a little suspicious that the face passing by on the car window turned out to be mine. The inexplicable loss, the inexplicable thought nothing, and all the uneasiness was no longer entangled. I remembered the splendid smile I used to laugh in the sunshine when I was still a simple child, I never thought about what I would look like one day. It is true that we are about to graduate. I don’t know whether my classmates and friends still miss those bright classrooms, whether they will still think about sitting on the desks and chairs they once sat, and whether they will still miss the old time of playing together, will we come back to see the campus where we had a good time together? I don’t know where they are going, but I know we are going to graduate, and we are all reluctant. Nowadays, seeing the schoolmates and schoolmates on campus seems to be ourselves at the beginning; Those shy lovers on campus are carrying out the so-called hazy love at that time; Seeing those teammates sweating like rain on the basketball court, seeing those passionate cheerleaders, it seems to be what we used to be. Unfortunately, these have become the old days we have gone far away and will never return. The past is like the wind, gradually turning into a dream, suddenly appearing, and then suddenly disappearing. The smoke passing through was enough to make a person lose his soul. Suddenly I became ashamed and felt inexplicable pain in my heart. When the pain in my heart passed, I remembered the comfort in the long lonely days: it turns out that we are no longer pure boys and girls. Because, we are about to graduate, but I still miss those silly courage at that time. We are about to graduate. Xiao Yu drenched and blurred the campus, just like my current mood, there was a kind of sadness that everything was different from others. It seemed extremely calm, but suddenly I felt a little uneasy. The thin rain and fog, the hazy eyes like the fog in the mountains, the feeling of sadness and happiness, I suddenly felt myself like a strange tourist wandering in the campus. Thinking that youth has no horizon, thinking that we are going to graduate, I just stood there and was at a loss. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Sake

The lingering thought was done to smoke the broken cocoon, and the banana was peeled after the heart injury. In March and May of the Thirties, the poor glass of wine never disappeared. Huang Jinren wrote this article in Qi Huai because he suddenly thought of such a poem. It seemed that the star was not last night, for whom the wind was exposed to the midnight. I love this sentence very much, the wind reveals the Morning Star, and the endless lovesickness of the long night is lit, which is charming and affectionate but desolate. This world of mortals always buries too many stories of sour and crazy resentment. Spring night is too short, if you leave, read, go, it will be a lifetime. I haven’t written anything for a while, and many feelings accumulated in my heart, but I don’t know where to start. There are many unknown difficulties in everyone’s life, which cannot be mentioned or mentioned. I am a lonely time, you will think of someone who wants to write something. Admit, I am have a special preference for prose. It was like standing in a transparent corridor, looking at the luxurious and messy bright youth presented in front of my eyes, with tears streaming down my face, and then I continued to move forward without scruple. When I went to the park that day, I saw several seven or eight-year-old girls playing house. I stopped for a long time with sadness, thinking that when I was young, I might have been so crazy and unscrupulous laughing. Only when I feel sad, I suddenly feel that the light is easy to pass away, and I throw it silently. Who doesn’t love the star-picking years? I didn’t know anything and didn’t need to know anything. Everything was still in time. In the sentimental and sentimental years, I also told myself that everything was still in time. Some mood can only be stopped in the clearest and thinnest youth. Looking back, the faint green onion encompassed the dim time, leaving the ground broken. It turned out to be a lot of things, it is just an understatement in the wheel of life. What else do we want to have? Youth, money, friendship, power, dreams come true, reunion after long separation, or fragmentary time lost for many years. There are always many things you want. You stumble along the way, but you always lose something while getting something. A lot of time has slipped away from the fingers quietly. Most of the dreams and fantasies in the youth were dim under the oppression of reality, and gradually realized that no matter how deep the friendship was, it could not stand the boiling of the world. Compared with this, what can Memory be? It can only be regarded as a fading shadow in the years of economics. It is slightly weak, as if there is nothing. In many words I have written before, I have mentioned the topic of memory. In fact, I am a person with simple experience, so I won’t be addicted to any unforgettable memories. However, I hope that some people or things can appear in my life. I will go through the years in the future hand in hand, go through hardships and hardships, and interpret the life like flowers. I always love cloud, so love so love. Most of the time, I looked up at the sky and saw a large number of clouds moving slowly in the sky. They were very light, soft, lonely and desolate. Looking at the pain in the neck, I came back to my mind disappointedly. I always expect myself to be a quiet and indifferent woman, just like a cloud, drifting to the vast sky alone and bearing the lonely end alone. And hopefully bring. Stay in the flashy world. Laughing extravagant, I am still me. I am still independent and handsome, and I am still under the stars last night. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…

Listen to a

I never expected that a ballad would move me deeply, which made me feel like hearing the quiver in my heart, like the Van Gogh Bell in the ancient temples in deep mountains, and the sound was full of the meditation of human beings. While still in this rainy night, the drips of raindrops knocked on the cold window, accompanied by the sobbing pouring out of singers, I seemed to smell the greetings from distant friends, and the wounds and leaks of the wandering half of the life. I want to give up listening to this singer talking about the long road of life, but I still miss the hoarse which is comparable to the sunset in the desert, so I have to continue to hide in the soft comfort and pure sounds of nature. There is no flowery words in the song, but you can have a painful understanding after listening to it. I really want to ask the singer how the melody like the beginning can be called a ballad, and how can my youth like Jade be hummed into the helpless passing water here. However, I suddenly felt how cowardly I was. I felt guilty and numb the long-standing fervor with the crazy fleeting time. I let the noise of the world plug in my empty and white room. We always know that it is precious after losing, and then we regret it again. We regret that it is just a little ups and downs, which can poke the weakest part in your heart, so I paid the long night to my deserted courtyard, letting my tears choked. The song is about time and youth. I don’t want to admit the sadness of my voice, just like the elaboration of the lyrics. But years will eventually leave their faces, just like singing softly. This world is still this world, but you and I are already gone. Time shakes slowly, carving our years into a piece of quaint xylophone. The string is not broken yet, but it is broken again. We lay down quietly, delighted that one day someone and a heart could wake us up from the dusty memory to repeat the pain that had already gone and flied, to regain the dream that had been wet by the rain for thousands of years. Time has changed, but fortunately, this old infatuation has not changed. We may have forgotten who we are obsessed with, because the speeding train has brought our youth away forever, and because we have met people who make us sad, only then did we carefully put away the limited enthusiasm and plain smile, and unconsciously built the thick wall in the atrium, thinking that there were more swords, guns and rainforests outside. Then, I want to ask, the sweat of our victory in those years, the loud and clear oath at the beginning, and the fierce struggle at the beginning, all of these are really as ethereal as a mountain mist, it is just a hint of green tea on the lips. This shouldn’t be what youth should look like. The vine covering the wall was decorated with gorgeous flowers. The Breeze kissed and the Bell laughed, repeating the persistence of youth and singing the joy of youth. Outside the window, the rain still fell. The song is still lingering around my ears. The corners of my mouth rose, and there was no rain in my heart. Twelve years of youth are gone forever, but fortunately, the confirmation of my youth and frivolous is still there, and my determination to travel across mountains and rivers is still there. The singer sang a lot of vicissitudes, but I only felt into my heart. We are like talking through time and space, talking about the frozen origin. Listen to A Song of Time, sing a period of youth, light a heart lamp, get drunk for a lifetime. Regardless of the bitterness of wandering from place to place in this life, I hope there is another side to deposit my crazy dream and bitter defense at the end of the world. When I am exhausted, I can still enjoy singing quietly, humming belongs to my golden age. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…

Cold winter

Leaning against the warm sun of the fleeting years, choose a crossing where the wind rises, let the long hair rise with the wind, and touch the words in the bottom of my heart with a little bit, what is the vicissitudes of wind and frost on the temples? The book is a piece of soft heart language, dipped in a thick memory, which stretches freely with the heart language, and is full of warmth in the cold winter. The boundless wind and dust filled the cold season. In the corner of the dream, I picked up the memory of the past years gently, melted my thoughts, warmed my smile, and poured many silent thoughts into the deep and shallow clear. There were fallen flowers and Eaglewood flowing in the dream. Every piece and every petal is the most unforgettable story. Every moment and every second is the most wonderful poem, on the screen wall of time, quietly carve it into a permanent mind. I have never forgotten the long corridor dyed with ink, the paper which is carefully broken and paved all the way into words, the long wind with willows, the red leaves falling down, the eyebrows frowned, the words opened for reading, yesterday and today, happy and sad, no harm and elegant, the most beautiful watch in the flower shadow still keeps the original gentleness. The memory that warms my heart is always dim the wounds in the past years, leaving only the most charming aftertaste, spreading in the deepest silence at midnight. The dark night falls into the deep and long; The long thoughts break out the clear glow of the stars and the moon. This peaceful silence, carrying the warm memory as early as the sun, surged in the eyebrows, melted in the heart, let the time flow, and can bloom the most beautiful Qionghua at the end of the mountain and the water. A wisp of wind, touching my memory, who is still wandering in the long corridor of Willow filled with smoke and rain? Who is watching in the waiting of sunset? Who is obsessed in the long wind? At that time, people didn’t understand the winter wind, but the snow was scattered. Chanting the rhyme of time, researching a clear and shallow ink mark, the agility between fingers gently dances out the joy of the bottom of my heart; Holding a thick poem, to read the quietness of words, the light of lips and teeth murmured a graceful clear dream, the faint ink fragrance permeated the winter wind, which covered thousands of flowers and trees, and the 24th Bridge reflected the sorrow of Autumn thoughts. Singing alone under the moon is the splendor of the sea; A song before the flowers is the fragrance of the bloom at that time. Sitting quietly in the charm like water, watching the prosperity on the other side, the original love was like a flower blooming into a unique poem. In my heart and in my dream, it was enchanting and warm. Most of the time, I expect myself to be just a flower, blooming in the midsummer and falling in this cold winter, making my thin body hide in the red mud, into the heart of the Earth, and the feeling of eternal life accompanying the happiness. Although winter is cold, but there are thoughts, time will never lose color, heart is warm, everything is warm. Pick a piece of words between flowers, as butterfly New Fu language, wait for the warm sun, ten miles long pavilion, plain heart into the note, will know every swim into a picture scroll, every dusk, snuggle into poetry, yingyan won’t come. I will sing by myself. In the scenery along the road, I will pick up a few pieces of Qing huan. I will use my clear water to clean my heart. I hope that time will be quiet and you will be safe. The weather and the human Day urge each other. The winter solstice is sunny and the spring comes again. Time flies, and you can’t turn the rudder of dreams. In the spring of the next year, there will be warmth of flowers. The heart is the constant prosperity, which is summer, cold winter, wind and shadow passing by, and beauty. I am willing to use this clumsy thin pen to wipe the residual Frost on my temples, touching the fallen flowers between fingers, warming the memories in dreams, wind, Frost, rain and snow, I only want to smile slightly. With dreams and thoughts, my heart is warm and secure. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Spring

On a sunny spring day, several schools held a sports meeting together. I was responsible for recording my scores. Many children who had been taught in my previous school came to talk to me, which made me sigh with emotion, after three years of absence, these children and boys have grown taller and stronger, and girls have become more beautiful. Teacher, what are you going to do? Why don’t you teach me? Do you still teach me? At that time, what did you give me to eat. …….. In the days after that day, my mind has been wandering in the primary school where I once taught. The experience of that year was a memory that I could never forget and an indispensable spiritual wealth in my life. I taught math classes in two classes. One class had more than 40 children. At that time, I lived and ate in the school, a small house of more than ten square meters, a bed, a table and a chair, this is my home. Strange and fresh, simple and warm. Gradually I became familiar with my children. I found that those children were so cute. During the break, I found that many children ran to the brigade headquarters, ran back in a hurry, wiped their mouths with their sleeves all the way, and joined the playing team again, I went to drink cold water. I felt pity immediately and went back to the house. I fanned the boiled water with books and let them drink it. I found that no amount of water was enough for them to drink. Several girls came to play with me after dinner. There is a girl who looks very beautiful. I think her mother must be very beautiful, too. However, when her mother left, she lived with her grandmother because her father found a new mother. I was surprised. The children were so noisy, but there was something heavy in my heart. From then on, I will send her some small gifts and get in touch with them. I find that she is a very simple and kind girl, and we are just like good friends. Time flies so fast. In this year, I took language classes, ideological and moral classes, social classes and music classes with my children. I went to the fields to water vegetables and fly kites with them, lift digu in the ditch and live like a queen. I didn’t realize the value of my life and the growth of my life until I became the head teacher and really communicated with my children. Looking back on the past days, I found that my real learning was after becoming a teacher, and my real growth was after studying hard. I just want to give children a chance to meet each other in life with simple feelings and coarse words, and give myself a chance to embrace life and wipe life, and fulfill my responsibility as a teacher, so I chose the communication of words. I talked with my students to shape their hearts. When I read a good article in class, I wanted to read it to my classmates. Many good fragments of Yu Yujun’s childhood were written down by them, Tell them: this is a good way to accumulate words and sentences, which will be very useful in the future. After lunch, everyone read the two books I took from the reading room well in the classroom during that time. Some good fragments of words and sentences were extracted and copied on an excerpt. Li Wenjing asked immediately: teacher, is this a good word? I took a look: Yes, good word, the word you are looking for is very good! She was very happy. Zhuang Ziyun: if the accumulation of water is not thick, then its negative boat is also weak; If the accumulation of wind is not thick, then its negative wing is also weak. I don’t have too much hope. I just want to touch every child with my heart, spend their precious three years, and leave them some memories of getting along with teachers and students. I want every child to be happy. I also want to be the happiest teacher. They give back with sincere understanding and love, and enrich my life with the brilliance of life. I thank my children. Thank you, the children who passed by, for letting me know again: all the things happening today will become wonderful memories, as long as we sow the seeds of love, what will be left to us will be beautiful…….. You are far away let me pour a cup of cool moonlight to you let the boundless care take the distance short miss lengthened you are far away let me stand as a flowering tree for you let the silence watch out the fragrant and colorful fantasy of the fragrant people you are far away let me cut you a period of good times go through the years carefully cherish the time go through the years go to the distance there is no trace of time, the sleeves are full of dark fragrance, and there is scenery outside the window. 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…