Lyric prose about classmates' feelings 1 The biting wind brushed the rain outside the window and landed on the loquat tree in the southwest of my home. Sand and rustling are strong and weak. In the dark sky, dim lights came from the study of the neighbor next door. The orange light has become a bright spot in a daze under the careful diffuse reflection of cold rain, like a night elf crouching there, trying to understand the busyness like the rolling world of mortals. This night is getting quieter and quieter, and I think of my high school classmate Fan. We've been apart for more than ten years. Are you okay? Are family members happy and healthy? Has the teacher-designate become a full member? I haven't heard from you. Today, in my flying thoughts, like two flying paper harriers spinning in the air, we met smoothly. Years have washed away the clank of friendship, but what can't be washed away is sincere friendship, which is becoming more and more pure and precious. The laughter that has been spilled seems to be continuous, and the friendship and mutual assistance between students will be remembered in the next session. In the shadow of cypress trees around Baishe Middle School, we left quiet and shallow footprints, and I don't know how many cheerful impressions overlap between fields and paths.
Warm thoughts moisten my heart. Memories flow in the quiet rainy night.
He is a boy who came out of the mountains. The majestic mountains cast his strong body: the spring water in the mountain stream moistened his simple heart; His kind soul flows in the blood deep in the mountains; The ethereal mountain peaks condensed his wisdom. In the past three years, we have either bunk beds or shared the same dormitory, so we are closer than other students and take care of each other in life. It seems that I suddenly smell the steamed pork with dried plum vegetables, Fan's bean paste mixed with stinky tofu, and everyone eats it together at dinner time. If anyone cooks delicious food, the bucket full on the first day will be turned upside down at night. Maybe my home was better or my mother cooked better then. Anyway, I finished eating first. The rest of the time to pick a few cheap dishes, delivered tightly, every week or so. I still remember the water on my face that I brought back to the dormitory after the winter evening self-study, and the cold and terrible pain that I brushed on my face in the early morning after a night. I vaguely remember. What impressed me the most was that I had to play the horizontal bar with my classmate Fan after a night self-study. Inadvertently, I fell from above, lost my center of gravity, and my hands fell to the ground, and my left wrist was fractured. Because there is no hospital nearby, my good classmate Fan He took me to the hospital by bike in the dark. I know the pain of my broken hand, but I also know the pain that my classmates are worried about me and the hard manned trip. Every time I think of the care and help between my classmates, the warm current of love suddenly blurs my eyes. Perhaps this is a trivial matter, but for me, it has left a friendship and touch in my heart. So I can't forget to continue that kind of touching, today and the future. Facing life and colleagues, we should learn to smile and be grateful, and watch each other's true feelings or friendship and care.
I remember when chestnuts were fragrant, we went to your house to shake trees. It has a hedgehog-like skin, which falls on its head and stings fiercely. As soon as there are fruits of labor, I knock the exposed golden or white meat with a wooden stick and put it in my mouth. A sweet fragrance spreads from the tip of my tongue to my brain, and my face suddenly smiles. Of course, I also forgot the pain that it accidentally pierced my head and hands like a hedgehog, and tasted its unique meeting gift-piercing blood with us, which was completely overwhelmed by the joy of sweet harvest. The endless rich mountains have nurtured you and paid for your hard work. When you are free, you should always help your elderly father with the things planted in the mountains. Maybe your family is poor or stressed, and you failed in the college entrance examination and went to be a substitute teacher. I remember I worked part-time as a teacher for several classes in the dilapidated classroom at the foot of that mountain. The salary is low, but also for my younger brother to study. Now I don't know whether you are right or not. No, how is your family?
Time flies, there is no never-ending graduation message, which was all the rage at that time. Age can grow old, but the heart may not keep up with the flow of years. The beauty of the past is still the same-sweet. The love of classmates is like a rose. Leave it as beautiful as fragrance. I completely forgot that rainy night and cold night in my flying thoughts. If one day I stand in front of you with my wife and belt, don't be surprised and moved. So I sent a letter, which is my concern for the wind, and there are blessings and greetings in the wind: I sent a letter, which is my miss for the rain, and the rain is full of sincere friendship. I don't know if you will blow away that gust of wind or get wet with that drop of rain tonight.
The lyric prose about my classmates for two years passes slowly along your fingertips like fine sand, and those sweet childhood and flowers smile in your heart. Occasionally dig out a black-and-white photo of a primary school graduate, and the cute little friend in the photo makes people laugh. Then carefully identify the research. Let your thoughts pass through the tunnel of time and recall the past in a happy imagination. Full of emotions slowly flow and radiate in our soft hearts.
When we were young, we were not only classmates, but also neighbors, neighbors and family members. It's seven aunts and eight aunts with relatives and friends. The little sister who whispers in class is also a little friend who draws the 38th parallel on the desk. Whose parents are doing it, who has several brothers and sisters, who has relatives and who has added people. Whose land is where and what is planted are all clear. Like a few treasures. Neighbors are as familiar and free as their own. It was a closed era, an intimate era; This is a vibrant village and a harmonious society.
At that time, many relationships were mixed and overlapped. Because primary school goes directly to junior high school, according to the film, there is no need for exams, so your primary school classmates, my junior high school classmates, your front yard neighbors and my classmates are very common. Until I graduated from junior high school, my friends who played together were almost the same, and there were not many who separated halfway.
After many years, I am still me, and she is still her. The outline and expression of my immature face in the photo have not changed. The personality and appearance endowed by God were decided before the world, and it is difficult to change in this life.
I remember when we were fifteen or sixteen. Living conditions were not very good at that time. One by one looks sallow and emaciated, and develops slowly. But our kind nature and precious personality charm are maturing day by day. Just like the mountain that blocks our sight, it is as tall and majestic as it is simple.
Lovely Cui Cui usually jumps up in the morning. She is as happy as a swallow. She was a different person that day. Suddenly grown up. I saw her face serious and preoccupied, as if she were making a major decision. On the way to school, she suddenly asked me solemnly, "Ying, hey, I didn't sleep well last night. What happened?" I thought about it. What have you thought about? "What do you think of me marrying xxx? I asked in surprise, why? Look, their family is really poor. Look at the trousers he is wearing. They are so short. There are no cotton shoes in winter. Most importantly, their house is the worst in our team. My brothers have some money in business now. If I marry him, I will ask my brothers for help, at least their house will be built. " I was immediately moved and admired her kindness and generosity. I asked, "Does your father agree? Alas ... their home is too difficult. I don't think my dad will agree. We'll talk about it then. " I followed her sigh and became sad. As soon as we entered the school gate, we soon put this matter behind us. The girl's thoughts are as erratic as clouds in the sky. I don't know how this happened.
At that time, it seemed particularly cold in winter, and there was only one tin stove burning coal in the spacious classroom. The students sitting at the back haven't finished a class yet, and their hands and feet are completely numb with cold. "Mao's iron pot after class ... Mao's second sound hasn't rung yet, and the teacher's footsteps haven't left the podium. The big boy rushed to the stove one step at a time, and spread his legs to occupy the position of two people.
In the 1980s, in our remote mountain village, life was still extremely poor. What I brought to school was steamed bread made of black flour, corn flour and millet flour. That big classmate often carries a cooked rustling in his schoolbag, and his face is full of smiles. He curled up by the fire and then began to bake potatoes, which had turned into ice bumps in the cold winter. Soon, the stove was filled with white gas, and the delicious smell of potatoes filled the whole classroom. Those openings are the best and the sand is the biggest, so no one dares to touch them. That's what he left for his infatuated little best friend. Just because that boy took care of her like a big brother. Give her a seat by the fire after class and leave her the best potatoes. Let her feel pity and sympathy when she is young and kind. Pure enough to commit yourself for a lifetime and marry him in return.
In that era when friendship was priceless and love was paramount, we spent passionate years together. My dear Xiaofa, a middle-aged peer, are you all right? Unconsciously, we have become mature, steady and confident from that age full of enthusiasm and dreams. Do you still have the innocent character, innocence or romance of those teenagers in you today?
The rings of the years pass by us inadvertently, polishing our edges and corners and decorating our wisdom. Let our experience become a hardcover, gorgeous and colorful story book. Maturity is the cornerstone from naivety and simplicity to sincerity. Let's move towards the future step by step and our own life.