Senior three, I don't want to use too sad sentences to describe the past scenes, and I don't want those sad stories to stay in the deepest part of my mind. I just hope that I can peacefully walk through the brightest and saddest days of high school.
For me, the life of senior three is not meaningless. When I feel tired, I am also very happy. Sometimes I feel sad after the monthly exam. Those missing stories and those touching stories are not important. Occasionally, I will have some memories, sometimes I will burst into tears, sometimes I will be happy and warm, and most importantly, I will have a lot of feelings, so that I can grow up, mature and strengthen my beliefs in this environment.
I got up at 5 o'clock in the morning, rubbed my sleepy eyes, walked out of the dormitory along the dark corridor with a washbasin and towel, and came out with a dark sky and bright stars. Feeling a little sad and happy, I came to the water room. When I turned on the water pipe and saw the clear water coming out, I felt awake in an instant. I took out my toothpaste and squeezed it on my toothbrush. I repeated the skillful movements for more than ten years and felt that I had grown up. In the process of life from never meeting to mastering, a generation has grown up, and this kind of thinking constantly digs out various life truths.
When I gargled and looked up at the exit to the gate, I saw the beauty of a street lamp belt at the moment of turning around. I think this kind of beauty is a philosophy and a belief in life.
At school, I can't see clearly on gray days. I can see a long and endless path through the glass of the water room. On one side of the path are rows of neat houses, which are our classrooms. On the edge of the path, that is, on the outer walls of these classrooms, there are lights. Those lights are voice-activated. You can shake them with your feet or pat them with your hands, and they will be very bright. From my point of view, the lights lined up and lit up.
At such a moment, I just marvel at the amazing metaphor contained in this simple and dim scene, and realize that not only blackboard newspaper can inspire people, but also green can add happiness and hope, and sunshine can warm the heart. Every corner of the campus has a philosophy of life, which can reflect our same spirit and belief.
That kind of road, that kind of lamp, is a spiritual shock to me, which gives me a new understanding of life. In the dark, I can't see the distance clearly and I can't find hope. Standing on this road, many people lost confidence and self, so they walked forward cautiously in fear. However, he doesn't know that this road is actually full of light, opportunity and hope. You just need a kind of faith, let yourself discover, clap your hands and stamp your feet, and hope will appear, and you will find the direction and the courage to continue to struggle. Don't fall into the mud and get your clothes and shoes dirty. In life and study, there are stories of roads and lights everywhere!
The road is there every day, the lights are on every day, and people pass by every day, one after another, one after another, one generation after another. Some people get lost at the crossroads of the road, others die at the crossroads, and life is meaningless when their hearts are dead. Light is happy for the people who let it light up, so it is getting brighter and brighter, and it is getting more and more anxious for the lost people, hoping to help them.
Senior three, we can walk that road safely, make good use of that lamp, and maybe we can reach the other side of the ideal!
2. Road, lamp, grass, wind and sail Writing composition Some people like flowers, some people like trees, but I like grass. I like ordinary grass, I like delicate grass, I like the simplicity of grass, I like the crystal of grass, I like the romance of grass, I like the tenacity of grass, grass; People usually regard you as a symbol of weakness. Indeed, you are so small that even a small drop of dew can make you lower your head. Spring is coming, and you quietly break through the ground. No matter how cold the wind is, you are still long. Tender, green and drizzly, all over vilen. One, ten, a hundred, ten thousand, just like the stars in the sky; No one can count it clearly. No matter what soil it is, you slowly taste the freshness of spring, the fragrance of summer, the golden color of autumn and the white color of winter. You put the root of persistence and perseverance firmly into the soil and extend it in all directions. It can be said that it is deeply rooted and unwavering. "The wind knows the grass, and they grow taller in the spring breeze." Every time the wind rages, you become stronger. Every time the rain washes away, your leaves are greener. Accumulate the strength of life a little bit, rooted in your own beliefs and ideals, waiting for the garland of life to bloom.
I sincerely praise grass, grass; You are ordinary, you are just a green leaf, and you are great. You have integrated yourself into the world. Your ordinary comes from many obstacles, the laws of nature. Your greatness comes from the bumpy road, and you choose to be strong. Grass; You don't have the pride of pine and cypress. You look for a way to survive with humility. You won't hate barren land, and you won't be afraid of harsh environment. You don't care if people trample on it. You are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles. On the mountain, on the cliff, in the crevice of the stone, even in the gap between crops and seedlings in the field, as long as there is land, you will exist. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze." This is the praise of ancient poets.
I began to envy grass, grass; Your simple and generous gesture contains simple and vigorous beauty. You don't have the gorgeous and fragrant flowers, but you have a green fragrance. A faint fragrance permeates the life of the years. Filled and tenacious in the eternal tunnel, constant and long. The wind is coming; You sing and dance lightly, and the rain is coming; You are a hero. When you go to Qiu Lai in spring, your singing is high. On a sunny and charming day, you look up at the blue sky and leisurely clouds float gently in your field of vision. A sureness and tranquility stay in my heart. Because of strength, life has connotation, and because of ideals, years are long and lasting.
I began to worship grass, grass; I admire your great vitality. I admire your sincerity in simplicity and greatness in mediocrity. Spring is coming, and you are full of energy. Autumn has passed, and you are still graceful, casting green evergreen with your hard work. You have rendered the green eternity with your life. I admire you. Under the trampling of passers-by, under the pressure of the strong, under the scorching sun and under the attack of frost and snow, you never give in. I admire you for climbing out of the severe winter, giving spring a majestic appearance and giving life to the earth. Grass; From the fine veins of your leaves, I see the tenacity and hardness of your life. Because of you in Qian Qian, the world is full of green grass. Land is your life station. You will go to the wider world from here. Years have passed thousands of years, tens of thousands of years. Your face hasn't changed. You have crossed rivers and traveled all over Qian Shan, decorating the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland.
3. Write a composition with "Road" as the main topic. The road is long and people are very ethereal.
This road extends to both ends, and people go to one side, Xu Jin.
Road, full of thorns; People, legs are disabled.
That road crossed the summer of the 1960s. In the three years of natural disasters, in poverty, hunger and anxiety, the first cry of a man was born, the first suck of a man was ushered in, and the first smile of a man was amused. That cry echoed with the vitality of life; That bite is rotten, full of naive magic; That smile, which gathered the talent of the rich husband, made even God jealous. That was not the case. A year later, the quack's hand left an eternal pain for the innocent heart.
That man's life was infused with unyielding genes, and the long road was full of twists and turns.
The road is long, and the people are misty.
This road extends to both ends, and people go to one side, Xu Jin.
Road, full of thorns; People, legs are disabled.
That road crossed the summer of the 1970s, and rice and rice porridge became that person's most extravagant dream. Mai Li rice, rice porridge, yellow flowers and Sophora japonica nurtured that person's childhood and adolescence. Dirt roads, mud and mud tables accompanied him through primary and junior high schools, picking grass, herding cattle, picking dung, grasping seedling roots, picking cotton and making mud. Cleverness enabled this man to enter high school, and his academic performance also made his classmates envy him. But God did not show mercy, and cruelly shut the man out of the university.
A man's life has been infused with resolute elements, and there are high and low footprints everywhere on the long road.
The road is long, and the people are misty.
This road extends to both ends, and people go to one side, Xu Jin.
Road, full of thorns; People, legs are disabled.
This road crossed the summer of 1980s. The man didn't cry, didn't ask heaven, just sat there, from sunrise to sunset, from sunset to sunrise. Finally, I stood up and went to the podium of my alma mater to be a substitute teacher, hoping to exert my talents and realize my dreams. Excellent teaching surprised all peers, and that person became the "greatest teacher" in the eyes of students. 10 third grade tutor, 2000 disciples, from China to the United States. But God still has no mercy. That man has never been a real teacher, even under the contract.
That man's life has been infused with kindness, and on the long road, there are ardent hopes everywhere.
The road is long, and the people are misty.
This road extends to both ends, and people go to one side, Xu Jin.
Road, full of thorns; People, legs are disabled.
When the road crossed into the summer of 1990s, the man reluctantly left his beloved platform and came to a strange enterprise, and his life showed an inflection point. Zuci's talent, the farmer's frankness and persistence in being a teacher by example, and more importantly, that man is good at finding strength from sages, and he has pounded out a set of "335 1" on-site management methods in the workshop full of earthy flavor and local accent, which is the original management method of China people! The man walked into the Great Hall of the People, studied business management and explored the brand of China. A group of "China brand suggestions" made the national entrepreneurs stunned. But god still has no mercy, and once again pushes this man from the highland of life into the canyon.
A man's life is full of confidence, and the long road is full of stumbling and groping.
The road is long, and the people are misty.
This road extends to both ends, and people go to one side, Xu Jin.
Road, full of thorns; People, legs are disabled.
That road crossed the summer of 2 1 century, and men chose to leave again, and came to a stranger enterprise, looking at the future of China enterprises from a broader perspective, hoping that they would have an ambitious platform and fantasize about what theories they could invent to save the enterprise and strengthen the country. In the past six years, that man has wandered between brand, capital and management, and completed three works, The Last Commercial War, Brand Victory Code and One-man Enterprise, which won applause from the society with his thoughts. Although God still has no remorse for that person, that person is always grateful for life: the bumpy road makes people live a wonderful life!
That man's life is infused with tolerant Zen, and sincere gratitude is everywhere on the long road.
The road is long, and the people are misty.
In ancient times, there was a man named Kuafu who chased the sun with his legs. He is so simple and lovely.
Looking at that long road and that ethereal person, people often ask: Why do you walk faster and farther than ordinary people?
The man replied: I don't walk with my legs like Kuafu, but with my heart and mind!
4. The composition about lamp lights up the lamp of the soul.
Gently, walking on the road, the roadside lights are on, so bright, shining on me, I think of that again.
On the way back from the Sports Center, I looked around anxiously, hoping to find a bus to go home. However, after all, it backfired and lost its way. I am like a fighter without a head, bumping around and being at a loss, but I think as long as I have patience, I will definitely find a way out. After reading it again and again, I was disappointed and annoyed again and again. I actually blamed my parents for letting me go home alone. I blame myself for my bad life, but I don't know the way out, but no one helps me. Trouble and complaint are intertwined, sweat and fatigue are integrated, and at the same time, it is born. I really want to shout, "Nothing will happen in my life, and no one will help me now."
The sky gradually opened up, like a big net trapped me, and my pace could not help but accelerate. Parents are at home, waiting anxiously! I think. Looking up at the sky, a crescent moon hangs on the edge of the blue sky, not round, and there are few stars around. I can't help sighing, and my steps are quickened.
The street lamps are all on, but they are dim after all, as if there is a layer of aperture. I walked in the dim light. If others are like me, they will naturally ask for directions. Maybe there's an answer. Although I am a boy, I won't and won't ask. I finally can't walk. However, a golden dress caught my eye and I tried to move forward. I was too careful to face it. I broke out with the voice of saving for many years: "Excuse me, where is the bus back to Dikou Road?" The man scratched his head, pointed to the front of his finger and said slowly, "There it is! The no.2 bus has arrived! Be careful on the road. So ask, son! " I was ecstatic and thanked him. I got on the bus, went home and looked at the sky. The moon is round. Golden yellow! The road seems more spacious and the lights seem brighter.
Looking back on that man now, his words led me in the direction of progress, and this incident also lit the lamp in my heart and told me that I could ask anything. I thank my courage, my mouth and my guide.
Look up at the light again, as if it was bright that night and my heart was quiet. Look at the road again, it seems that there is the figure of that person.
I can't forget the moment when the guide lit the lamp in my heart.
5. The 600-word composition about the lamp spread in the city on the night when the dusk burned through the sky. It flashes silently on the street corner, silently releasing life and interpreting the love of light.
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The night falls, which is completely different from the noisy city. The difference is that there is endless silence here. Suddenly, a beam of light came, like a rescue fleet lost in the sea, an oasis in the desert, a raging fire in the ice and snow, rippling in the bottom of my heart and rippling in circles. It lights up your eyes-instantly lights up the street corner lights.
Its light is not strong, even weak trembling, like a lost child on an island, lonely and helpless, but it is necessary to use this desire for light to tear a hole in the dark and inject a bright figure. The moon and stars look down on all this, marveling at its smallness, its stubbornness, its persistence, its beauty and love, and the stars are winking at it.
Maybe it's too small to see the power of the night. But it wants nothing and is not afraid to shine. This is its interpretation of life. For a long time, the street corner lights still stubbornly shine on this path. Occasionally, people who walk at night pass by, leaving a faint figure under the street lamp and then leaving in a hurry. No one paid attention to its existence, but it showed a happy smile and continued to stick to it in the long and diffuse night. How many days and nights are long? How many ups and downs are accompanied by the stars and the moon. Silently, no one cares about its existence, but it still releases bright hot pillow, illuminating the road people walk at night, but not impressed by the darkness.
In a colorful city, this is a corner that needs cleaning. At this moment, its beauty touched my heart. It is a kind of selfless and indifferent beauty that instantly illuminates your eyes. In fact, careful observation shows that there are countless "street lamps" stationed at every fork in life, which is a silent beauty. Drivers who run around day and night are paying without regrets, and the traffic police who are not afraid of the cold and heat are selfless.
Friend, please don't ignore the street lamp behind you. Take a closer look at their selflessness and have no regrets, and you will be melted by their beauty. ...
6. The composition of roads and lights is intentional, but the original intention is hello and willing to answer your questions.
The road generally extends to the road of life, and the lamp is generally a guiding light, which makes you understand the direction of progress, makes you no longer confused, and brings you hope and courage.
So generally, this kind of composition can be written in a story on your growth path, inspired or moved by someone.
Of course, you can also use roads and real lights, but there should be a story that inspired you before. Besides general narration, you can also consider writing novels, but the plot needs more suspense and difficulty.
In addition, we can also consider the relationship between road and light, that is, the relationship between helping each other and benefiting mankind, but it should be said that this concept is a bit biased and difficult to write ~
Personal opinions are for reference only. Please accept them if you are satisfied and ask questions if necessary. Thank you for your support ~
7. Lights on the way to composition growth 1: In life, there may be darkness around us from time to time. At this time, we should light a bright light in our hearts, let it illuminate our way forward, and let it guide us to have the value of life.
Before the first mid-term exam in junior high school, I had nothing to do all day, so I couldn't calm down and review, because I was used to the learning style of primary school and I could get excellent results without hard work. The day before the exam, watching the sunset and imagining tomorrow's success, I couldn't help laughing.
At night, I looked at the small desk lamp that was still on at night and smiled again. It was a day that I will never forget. I sat in the examination room and stared at the triumphant x, y and z on the test paper. The first time I was at a loss, the first time I was dizzy.
The results came down, although I was laughing, but this time my eyes were full of tears. This is undoubtedly a big blow to me, who has been in an environment where my classmates admire my teachers.
My parents comforted me and encouraged me, but these seemed to be a kind of pressure. I've changed ... this day, only my mother and I are at home. I looked at the lights at home outside the window, lost in thought, and the book in my hand didn't make a sound for a long time.
Mom came over and patted me on the shoulder. I looked back in surprise and thought there would be a series of lectures, but I was wrong. Her lips moved, but there was no sound.
All I heard was the gentle sound of my mother turning on the eye protection lamp for me. "Mom ..." I was embarrassed.
My mother smiled and said to me, "We believe you!" With that, she went out and carefully closed the door. Since the test results came out, I thought I was like a meteor falling from the sky. After a brief dazzling, I immediately returned to the dark night, but at that moment, suddenly, a warm current entered my heart and lit a lamp at midnight.
I feel that my thoughts have changed. The next day, it was still a cold Monday, but it was a little different for me, because the haze in my heart was dispelled by a lamp.
The gentle and sincere "we believe in you" will always follow my road ahead and guide me through difficulties and bumps. Its light and heat will always be with me and will never disappear. The winter wind, no longer biting, gently blows into my heart.
Example 2: Time flies by. In a blink of an eye, I have passed 1 1 spring, summer, autumn and winter. Entering junior high school, I began to mature step by step from an early age and began to taste my own life ... bittersweet is the taste of life.
So I will cry, I will be tired, I will be confused, and I will not want to move on. The road of life will never be a smooth and bright road. We need a lamp to light the way forward.
Light a lamp for ourselves, dispel the fog on the road, warm the lost heart, light up the road ahead, and let us reach the other side of victory. Dreams are our lights! Light the lamp of dreams, and we will have the direction and courage to move forward.
No matter how strong the wind is, no matter how heavy the rain is, we can March forward against the wind and rain. In fact, I also know that I will lose a lot of things in the long journey of life, but I always hold my dreams tightly in my arms and stick them in my heart.
With it, I will no longer be lonely, lonely and hesitant. Dream is a beacon in the vast ocean, pointing out the direction of life! Dreams are an oasis in the vast desert, giving you hope for life and courage not to give up.
I have always wanted to say that I am a "Dream Girl", and I have had this dream since I was very young. Will quietly make a wish to the meteor across the night sky, make a dream and make it come true one day in the future.
When I grow up, I find that I can realize my dream without wishing on a meteor. I fell in love with composition in the fourth grade. Since then, I have given myself a dream, although it is far away from me.
With the encouragement of the teacher, I began to write a composition, and began to participate in composition writing, constantly contributing. But what I got was empty-handed, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach the Excellence of others! No matter how much I pay, I get nothing.
Isn't this little dream mine? I'm confused. I have been disappointed, sad and even thought about giving up. A person cries quietly in the lonely night, tears, and I see flashing lights in tears.
Really, I saw it. By the dim light, I saw the elves waving to me in the dark ahead, calling me to move forward bravely. So I smiled, wiped my tears, rearranged my mood and walked firmly towards my ideal.
Only struggle, only struggle, the lamp of dreams will show gorgeous colors, which can not only illuminate themselves, but also warm others. When you can't find the direction on the road of life, light the dream lamp for yourself quickly, and you will have the direction; When you are suffering from temporary failure, think about your dreams, and you will have the courage to face failure; When you are complacent about your temporary achievements, think about your dreams and you will know that the road ahead is still very long, very long; When you are afraid to move forward because of the darkness ahead, think about the lamp in your heart, which has been illuminating you … the road of life, because with this lamp, it is no longer dark; Life is no longer monotonous because of this lamp; Inside, I will no longer be afraid of this lamp; No matter how dark it is, no matter how far it is, no matter how difficult the road is, we will not be timid! Our youth will be more exciting because of our dreams, so light the lamp of dreams for ourselves! Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships.
8. The association of light and road constitutes "600 words under the lamp"
Motherly love is like a lamp, which illuminates me and gives me light. -inscription
The weather is a little hot, and the wind blows my cheek from time to time, taking away my warmth and feeling cool. The round sunset hangs on the hillside, and the long shadow on the ground is so cute!
This afternoon, after a math exam, I happily took the test paper with a score of 145 and walked quickly on my way home, hoping to tell my mother my joy and see the beautiful smile on her boring face as soon as possible! On the way, I walked with a smile, and my mother's beautiful smile appeared in my mind. ...
I quickly pushed open the door and a fragrance floated in. I saw my mother preparing delicious food in the kitchen, so I rushed to her and told her the good news. My mother just gave a "yes" and didn't react. The work in her hand still hasn't stopped. I said it again, but my mother still said "yes". Sweat dripped from my mother's forehead, but I felt a chill. I didn't know whether it was cold or hot in the kitchen at once ... Under the light, the sweat on my mother's forehead reflected pale yellow light, and the light reflected into my eyes, cold but warm. ...
Under the dim light, the dishes on the table are neatly arranged, which still looks so mouth-watering and smells so fragrant! My mother looked at me and said, "I don't eat well at school. I eat more at home." I suddenly felt very warm, and now I don't feel cold anymore. My mother has always cared for me. I just ate with my head down, watching the food on the table react and snickering. I looked up at my mother's tired face. There are many wrinkles on her face, which are deeply rooted in her face and look gloomy in the light, which deeply hurts my eyes.
After my mother told me to go to bed early, I slammed the door and went back to my room. I also went back to my room and fell asleep soon. Late at night, a few coughs woke me up from my dream. I didn't pay much attention at that time. Soon, several coughs reached my ears again. I heard the sound, looked for the sound source, and finally understood that the sound source was coming from my mother's room. I gently pushed the door in, and a figure with a slightly bent back came into view. It's my mother. She is mending my torn clothes. Under the light, she seems to be old again, and tears blur my eyes. I suppressed my feelings and said, "Mom, go to bed early, it's late." Soon, I was awakened again, but this time I was awakened by a dream. I gently pushed open the door of my mother's room again. The light was not turned off, but my mother fell asleep, put the mended clothes on the bedside and held my test paper in her hand. I turned off the light, closed the door and went out. ...
In my dream, under that lamp, my mother's figure is very tall.
9. Write a 300-word composition on "Lighting". My family lives in West Lake No.2 Road, where the scenery is very beautiful, especially the lighting at night is the most charming.
At night, the lights here light up one by one. Street lights, signal lights, neon lights ... colorful.
Street lamps are interesting. The lid on its head is like a small hat, and its light bulb is like a small sun. Together, like a little sun with a hat.
Standing on the roof of my house and looking from a distance, the signal lamp of the telecommunication bureau flashes red eyes all day long, just like an immortal planet tirelessly transmitting telecommunication signals to people. In the evening, its twin brother also came out to work. This brother is on the edge of the Yangtze River, but he is the signal light of the ship dock, guiding the ship to stop.
The neon lights of the Maternal and Child Health Hospital are flashing, making our streets colorful.
Looking down from the windowsill of my house, a small building exudes all kinds of lights, scattered all over the floor like stars falling from the sky, very beautiful!
According to my mother, in the past, the streets of West Lake Second Road were full of darkness in the middle of winter. Unexpectedly, in a few years, it was brightly lit at night and became a "city that never sleeps" more beautiful than during the day.
10. Lighter on the Road to Success 600-word composition Daquan Lighter on the Road to Success
When he lit the street lamp, it seemed that another star or flower was born. He put out the street lamp to let the flowers or stars sleep in the dream, and tomorrow is a new enterprising life.
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After two years of calligraphy training courses, I really want to be closer to my major, such as writing, writing, gesture ... I haven't learned all the basics, but I have created a "cursive script" that flies like a phoenix. However, I feel that the best Chinese character "six" has also been watered by several encouragement awards. I comforted myself that I practiced a state of mind, saying that any prize would be stale. In the end, with the long skirt of "Ink", * * * grass ended this calligraphy career. But that calligraphy teacher lit up the road ahead for me.
It may be more appropriate to call him "old gentleman". The old gentleman used to be a substitute teacher in our school. Because he had some ink in his stomach, he became our calligraphy teacher in the summer vacation. He didn't wear a long jacket, a goatee and a ruler like a real old gentleman. He always likes to walk around in the classroom, squinting his eyes and shaking his head gently, dragging a long sound to read the big words to be taught today. Every time I see his infatuation, I always learn his expression naughty below, which makes the students around me laugh. From time to time, he would pick up the brush pen, gently pat my forehead, then put down the brush pen and continue to return to his artistic conception around the classroom as if nothing had happened.
He said to us in the first class: "Remember! Don't reply when you write in the future. If it's not well written, let's start again! I have a lot of paper, so don't save it for us ... "Since then, every time I make a mistake, I will raise my small hand to ask this generous old gentleman for paper, and he always hands me the paper that he flattened early.
Perhaps it is his rare serious expression accompanied by "Never reply!" A loud voice appeared, and for an instant it was a kind face.
I remember that time, I happened to write a big word, and I was about to finish it in one go, but it was a pity that the last tick was not written. After class, I saw the jingle of * * *, and I left the old man's teaching behind. Just when I was proud of my "cleverness" this time, I turned around and found the old man staring at me faintly behind me. Finally, writing four identical words in a row is a painful price. This is the only time he punished me in those two years. I can't remember how he left the classroom for a long time. I only remember that when he held my little hand and wrote the big word one by one, he said, "Don't answer that anyway. No matter how ugly it is, it can't be saved. "
Calligraphy did not bring me any gentle temper, nor did it make me read out in a melancholy mood: "The fallen flowers are independent and the rain swallows them." ; "There are not a few excellent calligraphy that made me successful today; It didn't make me the most proud disciple of the old gentleman.
But in those two years, even today, I relied on the phrase "don't write back" to face those people who thought they couldn't get over it, couldn't stand up and couldn't forget it. In fact, life is like this. We always regret what we have done, and those who have offended always want to take a lifetime to recover. However, after doing it, you can't go back, no matter whether you use thick black ink or gorgeous gold, to deeply render the original time. Do not insist, do not regret, stand on tiptoe and embrace today's sun!
Dear lamplighter, you are old, and your temples have been painted a few shades of gray by naughty time. You may have forgotten the phrase "Don't write back" every time in those years, but it has become my persistent pursuit in my life and my gratitude to you!