Promenade

Every college in our school has a building, where teachers have independent offices, and graduate students usually have an office. The building looks a bit shabby, the outside is cement-like color, in summer, all the air conditioning fans are rotating. The corridor in the building is dark, and there are corridors on both sides of the office. The light in the corridor is the sunshine on one end and the other end. I stretched out my palm and opened my five fingers. The sunlight did not pass through my fingers. It was too far away from me. It was silly and lonely to hold my hands in the air. Before entering the university, I had never seen such a corridor in reality. Going out at home is the world, and the corridor of the school is also surrounded by sunshine and trees. Such a closed dark corridor also exists in my memory and imagination. I forgot what kind of book I read, but my persistent memory made me imagine a lengthy corridor, which was dark with dilapidated houses piled up on both sides, the air is very humid, the light is very gloomy, and there are few people. I am very lonely on the corridor. There is no glass at both ends of it, but only the curve. The sunshine can’t get in, and the humidity becomes more and more humid, finally, it decayed, and there were fewer and fewer people. This must be a tragedy. The depressed youth is due to the unbridled feelings, and we are not implicit. There is no hope in the corridor. I have also seen such a corridor on TV. The scene is in the hospital. Although The corridor is very long, it is not gloomy at all, and the light of fluorescent lamps is evenly spread everywhere. That is bright, but it is not bright at all. Walking alone in the corridor, the rooms on both sides were closed tightly. I don’t know why there were so few people in the hospital. Listening to my footsteps, breath and sigh quietly, it was really bright, but the light was colder than the darkness, naked shining on the figure of the person who lost importance, and there was no place for him to cry. There is no hope in the corridor. There was no hope in the corridor. Such a dark and closed corridor gave me a hopeless and rotten hint. How many young people and young Hearts have passed through this corridor in reality. Reading, going deep into reading, but finally going into a dark corridor, I don’t know who I can speak. 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…