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The wind blows gently, teasing the intermittent bells;
The patter of rain plucks the tinkling piano.
In those early days, when we gathered with friends, we spent long nights chatting, we looked up at the sky, the future was so far away that it had no shape yet, we sat in the "heaven" of our time - the classroom, This is the beginning of all dreams, a clearing for the development of friendships. It has a unique foundation and contains various complex and alternating experiences of our youth. It lets us know that we are all young and we are all struggling!
Building Dreams
If I were an unruly wind, I would whisper towards myself In the direction of the road, we passed through all the great passes and all the post roads. I will greet the morning sun, because she is radiant and dazzling, and all the gloom and darkness are driven away by her. I will follow the dove of peace, because her beautiful wings are like colorful flags, calling for ideals, looking forward to the future, and yearning for peace.
If I were a lonely ostrich - I would take hard steps and leave traces of life in the desert. I will take steps to seek vigorous vitality, seek undying hope, seek indomitable courage, and seek the most brilliant color in life. I will use my strong body to protect myself, even though I can't fly.
If I were a loving rain - I would use my tears to wash away the traces of history and the dust and vicissitudes of thousands of years. I will water the tree in the direction with the nutrients it needs, because it will infect all living creatures with its beautiful light, so that the scene of spring will always remain in the beautiful life. I will cheer for the hundreds of people competing on the river and be positive and optimistic.
If I were a vigorous falcon - I would spread out the wingtips of my dreams, draw my own channel, and fly into the beautiful and vast sky. I will be in the surging clouds high in the sky, looking back at the surging passion echoing between heaven and earth. No one can stop me from pursuing the sky. I will be playing the strings of joy, and I will run towards it persistently despite the bumps along the way, and strive to reach a higher level for my goal.
If I were a Tang poem hidden in the nib of my pen - I would jump to Li Bai's penholder and go from Chang'an to the empty valley from "The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is divergent, but now I am safe", and become A proud orchid, leaving only a proud back and the beautiful talk of a strong man taking off his boots. I will jump to the tip of Du Fu's tongue and shout, "There are tens of millions of mansions, and the poor people will be happy." In your thin body, there is a season of the fragrance of the Tang Dynasty, and a cavity of broad love.
If I were the red sun on Kuafu's head - I would still lead him across the vastness and infinity of the world.
If I were the bright moon of Qin Dynasty - I would use my brightness to comfort Meng Jiangnu's husband, and turn her blood and tears into a period of pride.
Creating a human being
Life is like climbing a building, trying to achieve a thousand-mile dream and reach a higher level. There are several stages in life. Nature removes its ornaments and clear water produces hibiscus.
The sycamore leaves fall again and again, the rapeseed flowers turn yellow again and again, and the tung oil lamp with old eyes and dim eyes shines brightly in the stumbling years. A door is waiting quietly under the eaves. It doesn't matter whether it is open or closed. Time is like a naughty boy who makes trouble out of nothing, or takes away a few green tiles for no reason, or adds a few vicissitudes of life mischievously. Your pursuit begins to grow like lush vines climbing up the eaves, so you unknowingly develop a sense of comparison and decide to grab a few tiles and walk out the door, because you still don’t understand the taste of vicissitudes of life.
There are many people, many things, many emotions, and many hardships in this world. You have embarked on a journey, you need to go far away, you need to realize your dreams, you need to find the good people who belong to this world.
Life is full of ups and downs, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, and you will begin to feel the hardships and hardships. More and more people are drowning in the crowd, and more and more things are bothering you. There is no existence in reality like the ancient fairy tales. Allegorical stories have collapsed over the years, but you are still far away from the vicissitudes of life, because you understand that life needs to be as broad as the sky and as vast as the earth, letting your sun burn you. , let your moon wash you, let the dust of the world continue to cover and polish you, the long journey is the true meaning of life.
The road is always endlessly long. Spring has gone away like the wind, the scorching summer has gone far away, the staggering autumn is sliding into the deep valley step by step, and the winter snowflakes are planning to climb onto your forehead...
The profound experience of life is the oldest and youngest passion of mankind, and it is also the deepest foundation.
If you keep walking toward the horizon, you will always find the goal of your struggle, and you will always find the world you love!
Let’s fight and dedicate it to the youth we love!< /p>