Walking through the composition with you 1 In life, there are always some people walking with you. Just like taking a bus, there are people to accompany you from the starting point to the terminal; Some people get on the bus from the starting station, but leave at the midway station; Those who get on the bus halfway but sit with you at the terminal. ...
There won't be many people sitting with you from the beginning to the end, maybe just one or two. They will be with you from beginning to end. Over time, you will become very familiar with each other, and you will feel a little uneasy because of each other's disappearance. Even though, for some reason, each other has always been regarded as passers-by, because they have been together for too long, it is difficult to forget.
It's not the same as getting on the bus from the starting point but standing halfway. Some are only one stop away, and some may accompany you far away. But life is different, everyone chooses a different path, and eventually they will leave in a hurry on a certain platform and go their separate ways.
It seems accidental to get on the bus halfway but sit at the terminal with you, but it is inevitable. After all, you chose the same terminal, but each of you took a different road in the previous paragraph. Some people took a shortcut, others took a detour. All kinds of roads are finally left behind, drifting away, and there is only one way in the future, hand in hand with you.
However, there are also some people who get on the bus and get off the bus halfway, just walking a short distance with you. Such people should be in the majority. After all, there are too many forks in the road and twists and turns in life, and people often disappear when you walk with you. If you try to pursue them, it is disconsolate, and there is too much helplessness on the road of life.
Sometimes, on the road, you always want to meet someone, but that person never appears, or appears, but you don't seize the opportunity to express yourself. You must bring your own expectations. As the saying goes, "when the moon is full and sunny, people are doomed." Who knows who will accompany you at the next stop? Who knows how long the person who starts to accompany you at the next stop can stay with you? Sometimes, you will suddenly find that the person you want to meet has not met, but has met another person. This person finally walked with you, accompanied you for a long time, and never left. You call this person a bosom lover, because with his (her) company, no matter how far you go, you will not feel bitter, even if it is a bumpy detour, you will be very happy.
Open the title page of memory, only to find that the people who accompany you are not only close lovers, but also parents, brothers and sisters, classmates, friends and colleagues ... On the road of life, you support and encourage each other, and go through one life journey after another, breaking through the dangerous pass, climbing the steep mountain ridge and crossing the turbulent river. ...
It turns out that every bus stop is accompanied by someone, and you are never alone. Because of the company, you become happy, find the courage to move forward, and see the meaning of life. You should thank those who walk with you, even if they only walk with you for one stop.
Of course, the person who walks with you will leave eventually, so you should be prepared to walk alone in life.
Walking through Composition 2 with you Youth is like a souvenir book, and every fragment and every memory is so happy.
See you again.
That year, we said with a smile, it's good to have you! Look at the exceptionally blue sky. Our feelings have nothing to do with ambiguity, but only with friends, but one day in that year, we said Gherardini: goodbye, friends!
misty rain
The rain in Jiangnan is always lingering, and the drizzle is fine. At this moment, I suddenly miss you. I wonder if there is his (her) company in the drizzle.
gather
Forgotten for several spring and summer, time finally brought us together. Missing turns into a thousand words in the moment of embracing each other. Tell each other's happiness or experience. Then a group of 2b sang old boys, which engraved the vicissitudes of life.
weep
Since I left you, I have been hiding in a dark corner and crying deeply. I know you left, and you really left, but I can't stay. If you have something to do in life, you might as well walk on the road if you have to go far away. You know, even if tomorrow is the end of the world, I will follow you.
calmly
Get used to a gesture. Between you and me, too many words seem redundant. You know my happiness and sadness, and I know yours. We just silently express our silent friendship.
hear about
When I heard what happened to one of you, I felt a big ripple. Round after round, just like the friendship of youth, wave after wave beats in life. After that, I missed you. I wonder if you have heard of it?
Meet, know each other, leave, cherish, maybe friends are hard to meet and hard to find in this life.
Accompany you through the taste of youth, so wonderful, but lack of confidence and warmth.
This is a sentence written by a mobile phone in Weibo last night. Everyone is shouting, rich people are everywhere, but they are all filthy and hypocritical. Emphasis on brotherhood and sisterhood, everything is so illusory. Seeing other people's drinks, seeing others' hysteria, and seeing others' irrational growls, I suddenly found myself as if I had fallen into a mud pit. Without myself and reason, I could sit there quietly. I wrote this sentence in a noisy environment.
I am confused and not careless at work, but I get very little. I can't say anything. I don't know who the world belongs to. I met with great difficulties in my work. I seem to be in a dilemma. I can't support myself. What tricks are used to coax, scold, and still do that. I have no self-confidence, as others say, I am stuck in the mud. I need comfort and encouragement, but I can't get any warmth.
My youth is over half. I am 25 years old. After this hurdle, I feel that if I haven't achieved anything in my career, it's really outrageous. I don't envy other people's high salaries and good jobs. I just want to do my own thing well, not perfect. I just want to try to have a clear conscience. My personality is sometimes passionate and tough, but I don't know where I need to improve. I know I am not good enough, but I don't have much time to improve.
Turn on your cell phone at night, and most of the calls are disconnected. I sent a text message to a person, and I really felt bored after sending it. I'm really bad, and no one can even talk to me.
Laughing sadly, I fell asleep.
Accompany you with composition 4 "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly thought of home", "If you know where my brother is climbing, there will be one less person everywhere". For more than two thousand years, Chinese poets have been praising and remembering their hometown with poems. There are even painters who want to paint their hometown with their pens and draw a vivid outline. In fact, hometown is the familiar flowers and trees around us; Hometown, a familiar name; Hometown, a name that is not far away. It moistens us like rain and dew, nurtures us like a mother, and is an angel guarding us.
In the morning, the moon just disappeared and the sun rose. It's a little cold. Occasionally, there are wisps of mist blowing, and there are wisps of kitchen smoke floating in the sky. It is hard-working people cooking, the air is so fresh, the flowers are in bud, and the birds in the forest are chirping as if singing. Soon many people got up and got busy. People are really busy this morning.
At noon, when the earth is covered with golden light, every family has a rest at home. There was no loud music, no cars, no insults, and everything seemed so quiet. The forest path looks cold and dark. When you walk on a shady road in the forest, you will feel dark and cool. When you walk out of the forest, you will feel that the inside and outside of the forest are simply two worlds of ice and fire.
In the afternoon, when the afterglow of the past scattered in the west of the sun, several cars passed by, and the sound made by the cars was so harsh. The sun on the horizon is so big, so far and so red, like a shy little girl. At this time, there is an occasional breeze blowing, which makes people feel cool.
At night, when darkness enveloped the whole village, the bright moon came out. Like a cold palace, it looks up at the moon and is surrounded by cold breath. At zero o'clock in the evening, the stars in the sky seem to be woven by looms, and the starlight is so bright. At this time, I don't think the moon will give off a cold breath. However, who knows its coldness and detachment?
The sun is out, and it's time to start a busy day. Have you ever paid attention to your hometown? Very lively, but sometimes lonely. Have you ever asked yourself, do you know its loneliness?
Wanderers far away from home, hurry back to your hometown to see your hometown, where is your home and where is your real root!
Accompany you with composition 5. If you are not a fish, you will know the fish's worries. Fish is not a child, do you know the happiness of children?
20xx, winter, it was the darkest time in my primary school life.
The book says: Everyone will have a noble Leng Yan period. After this period, you will be surprised to find that this person is actually very easy to get along with. "Maybe my noble Leng Yan has been around for too long, or maybe I'm an eccentric kid and people don't get along with me." I often joke with my mother like this. ""honey, you live too tired. "Tired? In fact, I made the third assumption that no one had read the same book as me, so they didn't wait for me to spend that time-I didn't have any friends. I don't know how much I long for someone who has read the same book as me to wait for me. Whenever such thoughts come to my mind, there is a substance that wants to rush out of my eyes and flow all over my body in an instant. I feel it lowers the temperature of blood and dispels the temperature in my heart. But I can't cry, I can only laugh on my back and pretend to be inscrutable and say to my mother, "Fish is not a child, I know the happiness of children." "
20xx year, spring, it was the most magical period of primary school.
My deskmate and I finally became friends, and I affectionately called her "Cherry". I joined his big family-the gang of three; Oh! No, plus me, it's the gang of four who quarreled after class. After school, we put down our big schoolbags and opened the horizontal bar lightly. I still laugh when I think of the funny appearance of my first handsome head broken with blood. With the melodious music at school, I also thought about what we would be like after graduation. I am afraid of separation. But before graduation, cherry couldn't wait to leave me, but for those who are not close to me, we have made great strides. I want to hold her and ask, "Why?" But that cold face, she can always beat my courage back to its original shape-in fact, it was just a wisp of misty smoke. Facing her distant shadow: the child is not a fish, but also knows the child's mind. "
Only I know that the letter I received that winter was not far from me at all. That's my home, the sender and my mother. I remember that my tears blurred the words above: "Baby, you have to know how to fight for it."
In fact, I know that my mother has been watching me from behind, but I can't look back and say with a smile, "I'm not tired." I know my mother's eyes are full of heartache. She stared at my sleeping face with that kind of eyes, tucked a corner of the quilt for me with that kind of eyes and plunged it into my heart.
Only I know that she had a long talk with me that spring, and she looked at me with the same eyes. "Baby, I'm sorry you did this."
In fact, I remember that I burst into my mother's arms in tears and cried one after another. I remember what flashed through my mind at that time: "Do it and cherish it, and strive for it."
It was my mother who accompanied me through the ups and downs.
Mother, like a drop of dew in spring, can always live out the air-dried memories of nostalgia in sad years; Mother, like a clear spring in summer, can always support the blue sky of the lost in the scorching sun. Mother, like a slight blue wave in autumn, can always warm my heart in the bleak wind and rain. Mother, like a pool of snow in winter, washes away the dust of the hikers.
The universe is vast, and the picture of life is infinitely extended. Mom is the warmth that has been lingering around me. May I always take this feeling with this person to the end of time and leave an enviable mark on this picture!
Accompany you through a scorching time, a lingering sadness, catkins flying all over the sky, and a silky spring day in March, which messed up youth and flowers. In my dream, I wonder how many flowers were broken.
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Delicate emotions are quietly rendered like ink painting. Think of a summer, running on the grass, dripping with crystal sweat, which makes me inexplicably think of the starry sky decorated with tears in fairy tales. Then I was suddenly moved by my strange fantasy and suddenly felt a little sad.
Facing the ignorance and timidity of the future, I can't stop retreating. I hope that time can be fixed in the past forever. I am a sad person, standing on the dividing line between youth and childhood, I keep looking back, but I look up again and again. At the same time, I am full of attachment to my childhood, and I am moved by the enthusiasm of youth and the dream without regrets!
Youth is a polyhedron, and everyone has different definitions in this colorful time.
Everyone wants to have a different youth, starting like a bud that blooms timidly in the spring breeze and ending like a gorgeous but lonely fireworks. Rotating dreams, with passion and emotion, leave a moment of smile and record a moment of tears. Different youth, different publicity and lofty sentiments, like the ups and downs of poetry and painting, have eternity and tension, rebellion and madness that only belong to youth.
I like looking up at the starry sky and envy its remoteness; I like to wander in the sea of flowers and sigh its beauty. Youth is one tiny lingering feeling after another: I remember standing under the eaves of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, interpreting my youth with unconstrained fantasy. The colorful bluestone path winds into the distance, reminding me of a gentle woman in plain clothes green pants, Gherardini. The path is flat but rugged, and the traces of generations of years are deeply imprinted on it. One piece of green slate is covered with a layer of quiet thoughts, stuck with my fantasy, swaying from side to side in the breeze, listening to the sunshine telling the story of one small town in the south of the Yangtze River, sad, firm and hesitant. There are many flower trees by the roadside. If it rains lightly, how much will the flowers fall?
A tree bloomed and fell overnight. Youth is so short, how can you wander again and again? At this crossroads of choice, there is bound to be hesitation and confusion. In this youthful personality, grasp the direction of reality and dreams. Think about it, should I forgive myself with the warmth of reality, or should I let my youth have no regrets with my dreams? Life is like a fallen flower, even if it is short. How can you regret the epic innocence of youth? Initial touch, initial enthusiasm, initial arrogance, initial choice.
Some people think that youth is like fire, but I think youth is like water. Such poetic years are as delicate, gentle and emotional as running water. Sometimes I often hide in the corner, listening to songs like water, reading poems like water and missing youth like water. Youth is like water, don't let it be like the memory of blowing in the wind. If youth is a dream, it has experienced a calm, vigorous and desperate search and pursuit.
Some praise youth, others praise youth, because youth has no regrets! In this creative and colorful years, there are sweating, unbridled laughter and layers of sadness, which is the definition of youth.
We have, we give, we seek.
My youth, I am the master! Run youth and never regret it!
In memory, rainy season. How many flowers fall in the dream? ...
I walked through composition 7 with you in the afternoon and hurried to the music room as soon as I entered school. In the music room, there is restlessness, laughter and encouragement. Of course, some nervous students sat silently, but their hearts beat several times this afternoon. Finally, it's the annual student holiday exhibition. All the actors are eager to try and prepare for a big fight. Some timid actors are nervous, but they are still thinking: it's my turn to show my talents later. Don't be nervous, don't be nervous ... At about 2: 30, guests and parents have entered the classroom one after another. I quickly called the students of the band and rehearsed with them for the last time. Although the last emergency rehearsal was a bit bumpy, it was finally arranged. I took a long breath and went back to my seat. Just to catch my breath, Chen Xiao invited our sketch staff again to negotiate for the last time. Finally, we stood shoulder to shoulder and encouraged each other: "Don't be nervous! I like you! " Finally, in the host's crisp speech, the afternoon "Youth Show" kicked off. On the stage, I can only try my best to do my own movements. When I blow the horn, I must do my best; When I sketch, my expressions and actions should be exaggerated, including language, but not too exaggerated; Even if you write brush words, you should calm down, as if all your skills are concentrated on the brush. What impressed me most was street dance and magic show.
When Michael Jackson's famous song "Beat it" sounded, Liu Junting and Ma began to show their talents. They learn Michael Jackson's dance steps and change their postures in an exemplary way, which makes people feel another kind of charm. But there seems to be some disharmony in their team. If they pass the buck like this, will they both lose? This also made my classmates and I laugh at the same time. This laughter is not ridicule, but appreciation of their dance.
The magic show is certainly not to be missed. Several magic masters gave wonderful and unique magic performances. Yu Yang is the only expert who doesn't use any props, but his guessing performance is amazing because of his quick calculation ability. Ma Cheng Hao's magic also surprised me. Two different kinds of magic, one is to guess the expression, and the other is to play cards. He can accurately tell the dice you rolled in the black box. And it can make the card you draw match the dice in the box after you throw it. Chen Pengyu's Coin Disappeared also surprised me. When I wiped my hands, the coins disappeared. Xu Guangfu's clipping also amazed parents. When a note is cut, it can be connected into a whole, or "eight characters". Tong Hua can shake a big dice in the box. Many small dice were dropped, but the big dice were gone. The only regret is Xu Bojie's magic. Just as he finished reading magic, the magnet pen suddenly fell down. But we can still see Xu Bojie's confident eyes and the spirit of not giving up!
The bell rang suddenly and the "Youth Show" ended successfully. Thank you to those students who work for us silently behind us, and thank all the actors on the stage for bringing us such a wonderful performance. See you at the next event!
The road I walked with you is very long. The road to growth is bumpy and hard; But it will be very pleasant and unforgettable to have your company.
On this road, we met many crossroads and were doomed to leave. But fortunately, you are still walking with me on this road, and I am still walking with you. Whenever I suddenly look back, I can always find you and me on this road. The figure that we work together and advance together will never disappear. Thank you, my best friend
One winter, we walked together. My parents are not around, just the two of us. I'm too timid to do this and that. I remember that you made me step by step independent and bid farewell to my fear. In the cold wind, we go to school and study together. We hung innocent smiles on our red faces, laughing and laughing. At that moment, time seemed to stop, just for us. Flying snowflakes freeze in the air, the wind blows the hair tips, smiles bloom in the corners of the mouth, and white snowflakes seem to decorate us. The chill of this winter seems to have suddenly disappeared. There is still an endless road ahead, but that road is particularly beautiful, and it is the road we will go through.
We almost parted because of a little thing, and now it seems that none of this matters. No matter in the wind and rain, in the scorching sun or in the cold winter, we are still us. I have been going this way, maybe I will be confused, I will be at a loss, I will lose my direction, I will shrink back, but fortunately, I have been with you.
This road is full of stars, one by one embedded in the dark night, and the bright moonlight takes care of the middle of the road. Bright sunlight and dazzling sunshine rise for this road, which warms your heart and mine.
Cut the window grilles into fireworks and bloom on this road. When you look back, it is as dazzling as light; Turn snowflakes into waves and wander the world.
Thank you, my dear friend. A long way, we walked together. ...
I have forgotten how I accompanied you through composition 9. Just for you, there is a feeling, a wisp of emotion, haunted by dreams.
You are a teenager who likes to wear a white shirt. The sleeves at the wrist are always rolled up at will, simple and gorgeous. The slender hair is swaying in the breeze, and there is a trace of sadness and loneliness in the brow. Your delicate and lonely figure is pathetic, and your melancholy temperament is intoxicating.
Youth, the wayward age. We can love and hate without scruple. You can also squander your time unscrupulously to accompany the person who is dragged into your heart by fate. Once frivolous and carefree, because your worry began to become unhappy.
You said your birth was a mistake. You haven't met your mother, and you don't know how great the praised maternal love is. You hate that woman, her father was devastated because of her departure, and people have gone through decades of vicissitudes at once.
You said, since we all have to be separated in the end, why did we stay together in the first place!
Remember the firmness and helplessness in your words. Chuhe, I want to heal the scars in your heart, and I hope your mouth will smile. However, I can only listen to you quietly, accompany you, and make your eyes wet with tears. At that moment, I felt that the burden on you was too heavy, so let go!
I thought we could be together forever in each other's lives, even if it was just friends. I never thought that one day, we would be apart. However, that day finally came.
Your father chose to leave this city with too many painful memories and go far away to find a new beginning.
Then, you will leave, too What reason should I keep you, my friend, or ... my confidant?
Before you left, you said goodbye to me in a hurry:
Mo Xi, thank you for coming to my youth. I won't forget it.
Mei Wen
I imagined thousands of conversations in my mind, and finally they all turned into hidden monologues. I silently nodded to you, watching your fading figure, tears blurred my sight.
Take care, you will be fine!
Some people say that parting is for reunion. In that era of underdeveloped communication, parting may mean forever.
10 years have passed.
You are 30 years old, no longer cynical, and the cross on your back has been put down! You may already have your own family, with someone who knows and loves you, watching over you. I believe you are always lucky!
How many mortals, how many misty rains and setting sun. No matter how time is interpreted, I hope you can have a good time. I also hope that when you look back, you will remember that there was a me who passed by in your world.
Accompany you through the composition 10 Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I grew up and your sideburns grew white hair. It was you who watered me with your youth and looked back on the good times I had with you.
When I was a child, you were a sweet-scented osmanthus and a swaying wheat field. When I was a child, I held your hand and played in the green fields by the river at the head of the village. On the noisy country road, the peasants who came home late dragged their long backs, and the flute of the shepherd boy was particularly loud. You drop a touch of sunset and turn it into my unchanging memory. I picked up a handful of loess and turned it into your youthful face.
What I walked with you is the memory of my childhood.
The warbler sounds euphemistically, and the years are gentle. It is you who adorn my sky.
When I was a child, you were my playmate, a unique playmate. Walk with me in spring, go to the amusement park with me in summer, and fall. Go to see maple leaves with me in winter and make a snowman with me. During this time, we walked together, and the road of growth was full of our smiling faces. I look into your eyes, and those eyes are full of me.
It was a wonderful time to walk with you.
You have softened my years.
You were my teacher when I hired Ding. You taught me knowledge. You let me swim in the ocean of books and enjoy reading. It is you who have been washing my soul and making my life more colorful. You are my supporter.
I have lived a colorful life with you.
Trivia flies, time passes, it's you, which surprised my time.
Flowers bloom again and again, leaves fall one after another, the noise of butterfly dance season after season, the chill of ice and snow for a while, and the years pass year after year. The time I spent with you will be buried in my heart forever. ...