I don't know if it's too hot in Chongqing, and I caught a cold under the alternation of outdoor heat wave and indoor air conditioning temperature difference, or if my body really can't stand it, my head is a little uncomfortable and I'm sleepy all night.
I woke up naturally at 5: 20 in the morning and habitually turned on my mobile phone to browse the information I didn't return last night. Suddenly I saw a photo of a junior high school classmate, which I had never seen before, and I felt strange and familiar.
Look carefully, there is me in the photo, which is an unexpected surprise and a photo of Zhang Zhengui. Looking at every familiar face in the photo, an inexplicable intimacy welled up in my heart.
I don't remember when the photo was taken, but I tried to recall the past in my mind, but I never remembered the name of one of my classmates. Later, I asked the students in the group, but Xiane remembered that his name was Zhou Hui.
Think of songs sung by classmates I haven't seen for nearly 30 years; Those friendships that never fade in the lush years, a warm current flows in the body.
Then I sent the song "Childhood" into the group, and my heart was full of nostalgia and happiness with the melody of music! Thousands of thoughts, as if pulled far and far by the time machine, returned to the story of childhood scenes. ...
At that time, we were short of materials, but we all had a beautiful dream, big or small, which sprouted quietly in everyone's heart and we were looking forward to working hard for it. ...
In the beautiful bamboo forest in my hometown, birds are singing happily, flowers are fragrant, butterflies are flying and insects are whispering.
We also gently blend our respective ideals and expectations.
Many years later, looking back, my hometown is the closest place to our hearts, and every grass and tree is still kind. We chase our dreams and wander around the world. No matter where we are, we will never forget where we come from.
When we were young, we looked far away and looked forward to a bright future. We often ask ourselves: Where is the poem? How far is it? ...
In a trance, it seems that I have returned to the recess of my student days. As the bell rang, all the students came to the playground.
There is always an old man (Grandpa Xie) selling buckwheat cakes waiting for us in the corridor. Buckwheat cakes made by the elderly themselves (ten cents, often given to us) are not only delicious during recess, but also warm comfort in the soul of our generation.
As usual, the old monitor (Peng Yonggeng), with a full leader, accompanied by the recess broadcast, led everyone to do broadcast gymnastics rhythmically in his password, full of youthful strength.
He hasn't changed until now. In our hearts, he will always be our old monitor. Every time he is in the place, the atmosphere is always full of unity and harmony, like a classmate, like a big brother, giving people a full sense of practicality.
There are many beautiful memories and stories, and the word 10000 is omitted here. )
Xiaolan at that time, singing, painting, calligraphy. ...
Is our all-round talented woman
Qing, Xian 'e, Hongyan, Xiao Min, Hui Mei, Li Dan, kurei, Hongdu, Chen Feng, Xiaoping, Xia Xiangshuai, Luo Xingfu. ...
Of course, there are students who have never called their names. In my heart, each of them is a unique existence in the world, and everyone's soul has their dazzling advantages and warmth.
It is also because of them that my youth became warm and friendly, leaving colorful and beautiful memories!
Many years later, we searched on different life trajectories, chasing the dreams written in our hearts when we were young.
Experience our own experience, meet some people, and experience something in another time and space. In the sea of people, I have experienced success or failure, ups and downs. In a colorful, noisy and lonely world, complete our own life tasks.
Looking for the olive tree in my dream and seeing different scenery.
When I suddenly look back, I often recall the songs I once sang, such as The Light of the Stars, People on the Journey and You at the Same Table. ...
Every song, every melody, touches the softest part of the soul and has a deep * * * sound.
Reunion, no matter how everything changes, innocence remains the same and youth lasts forever.
After Qian Fan died, he came back with the same group of teenagers!