Why, what has been lost, we know how to cherish.
( 1)
When I was a child, I once asked my mother: What is time?
My mother didn't tell me as usual, but told me in words I didn't understand.
Time is invisible, invisible and inaudible. But sometimes, we can hear the sound of time walking with the help of the clock.
Time can kill a person's resentment.
Time can also torture a person's feelings.
The passage of time can take away many things.
Some of them can be remedied.
Some will never be made up.
At that time, these words seemed incomprehensible to me at a young age. I only know that time is a very mysterious thing, and it can even dominate people's minds.
(2)
I run on time every day.
Too busy to think about anything else.
Sometimes, calm down and think, why can't time stop?
Even the time for thinking is the same.
Time will never stand still.
Day after day, I am still busy with this problem.
Gradually, I forgot the question.
(3)
When one day, I was alone in the dark, only to find that time can really take away a lot.
Those lost feelings will never come back.
The innocence of childhood is also lightly forgotten and never owned.
It's like coming into this world alone.
Everything is back to the starting point.
No, it should be said that it has lost a lot from the origin.
At this moment, I finally understood.
If time stood still, I might not exist in this world.
Officially, because time keeps going.
There will be history.
So, can I also appear gloriously in this history?
Can the lost things come back?
(4)
I see.
From today on, I won't worry about time.
Over time, every second can become the past.
Looking back on my short life so far, I don't know whether to be thankful or sorry.
But, I've decided.
Starting today, be a time-chaser.
Even if you can only catch one shadow forever.
Open stope mining method,
I've always been afraid of being called emotional,
But in the days without you, the pen still can't help but move.
Even if you are in the past tense,
But I don't want to completely delete all the past in my memory.
These articles are our testimony,
Is memorable evidence,
The end of one paragraph is the indulgence of another.
The noisy days have passed, and the days of meditation have changed us.
Give a little memory here,
Exile yourself,
Like you've never been hurt,
Love again,
It's just the first time,
I stopped for a while,
Everything is gone,
I still sit in the corner when I am lonely.
I don't want to pretend to be decadent,
It's just that there's a kind of injury that I'm used to.
I don't think you know,
Casual actions can break my heart so much,
I don't think I know,
You can give in so easily,
Some sweetness takes time to dilute,
I admit that I can't forget those memories.
Occasionally shed tears,
After such a period of hard work,
It's easy to say the end,
Who is more sober than who, so who is more cruel than who,
When the sunset blows away the dark clouds,
When the breeze blows away the flowers,
I sat in the haystack and watched the sunset.
After so many days,
Become strong and stop crying,
But, God, it's as gray as crying.
-My happy Aiding-
I ended it happily,
I don't know if this is far-fetched,
I smiled happily,
It's just that that smile is beautiful and hurt.
Lavender, waiting for happiness. -at the beginning
The fragrance of lavender is faint, much like your faint love, leaving no sound, but leaving me endless and so on.
Stay. Waiting for happiness, dear, tell me, will we meet again?
A
We met in June, 5438+00, because everyone likes Westlife. At that time, I was ignorant of everything, and I insisted that he
As a brother, maybe I don't have the courage to accept puppy love.
He is very kind to me. 1When it gets cold at the end of October, he always sends a text message to remind me of my clothes. Because I
I like listening to my love. He will ask me to sing when I can't sleep. He has a nice voice.
And I casually enjoy his concern, in fact, I understand that he doesn't just treat me as a sister, every time he contains.
I always change the subject when I vaguely say that I want to be with me forever. I didn't have the courage to admit it, and he gave it.
This promise is too conservative.
The love he gave me, like lavender, is faint, but it warms me deeply.
But I can't neglect my studies for this love.
B
In the third grade, we couldn't surf the internet often, so we contacted each other by mobile phone, but it was not as frequent as before, because I
Students are all students and can't get rid of the bondage.
Without him, I will always think of everything he has done for me, so gentle.
His short messages, one after another, 2459, were exported from my mobile phone. I still have them, and I haven't deleted any of them.
The song he sang to me is still in my mobile phone. I still remember everything he said.
I was struggling in the third grade. He encouraged me and told me to be strong and optimistic. He waited for my good news. ...
However, his confession is always so reserved. Maybe he is like me. Me too, me too.
Proud, unwilling to make it clear. He often says that he wants to go to the seaside, throw a drift bottle with me and do what I want to do.
Everything. I want to tell him, too Tell him I want to. Every time, I will be secretly happy, but this is
Don't tell him. Every time I am sad, he always sends me messages to comfort me and always stays with me until late at night. Every time I'm unhappy
When I go to the seaside at night, I always call all the way until I get home safely ... every time I write an article, no matter
No matter whether it is good or not, he will read it carefully and give me advice politely, because I am too arrogant. Every time I send it to him,
He is always in a good temper when he loses his temper. He said, "Hehe" is his trademark.
Everything about him is well sealed by me. I am waiting, waiting like lavender, waiting for luck.
Fu.
C
He asked me if I wanted to take Fudan, with him?
Why not? Well, I replied, blushing slightly.
"Would you like to stay with me?" He often asks this question, but I am reserved and perfunctory ... he has some mistakes.
Hope. Sometimes I'm afraid that if I say something, our friendship will change. I stubbornly refused to answer.
Later, I teased me with my imaginary girlfriend, and I didn't find it. I was very sad.
I used to really care about him, but I dare not admit it, just a faint "Oh".
Although I like him, I can't be the third person. I'm gradually alienating him.
My heart hurts.
So, I left my original blog and reopened a space to write and vent, but I still let him recognize me.
Yes, he asked me why I want to open another account. I know he just wants me to give him an answer, but
I didn't know that my imaginary girlfriend was testing me at that time, so I left again. therefore
Opened this account.
I often go to see his space. From his article, I know that he tested me, but he didn't.
The thought of being taken seriously by me. He left an anonymous message in my photo album, but he was stupid enough to leave an ip address.
Address, along that address, I checked. It's his city, his address, "I love you" and those people.
Words make me cry, but we have missed it and I have left. How should I face it?
Him? I don't want to get involved in love too early. Isn't it nice to love each other quietly? I really have no courage.
Say it. So I just hide, hide in this space, Lolitasecret, because there is something in my heart.
A secret.
Just let it be, be friends for the time being, and allow me to avoid you and refuse to give you an answer.
I would like to be a little lavender, watching you quietly and waiting for happiness.
Three years later, I will go to the university we agreed to find you.
safe and sound
I didn't leave, just quietly watching happiness.
Maybe we will miss it, but I love you forever, forever.
Lavender, lavender, watch happiness.
It doesn't mean anything to me
come
Tell me the full meaning.
where
Did our love go wrong?
Once we were so powerful.
How should I go on?
When you told me you loved me
Do you know it will take me the rest of my life?
Overcome the feeling of knowing.
A dream didn't turn out right.
When you convince me that you are incomplete
Without me by your side
How would I know
You will go.
You will run away.
Baby, I thought you were the only one for me
why
Can't I put all this behind me?
I
I feel so bright that I am blind.
then
Something made me weak.
talk/speak in one's sleep
Baby, I'm in it, you know I believe it.
From-l
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The stars of Baghdad
Bandari has a light music called "Stars in Baghdad", which is clear and clear. Listening to this melody, I wrote the following words.
The vast sky, endless Chineydy.
If memory forgets you in time and space.
Please look up and stare.
The stars of Baghdad
So shiny, so clear,
Baghdad, time and space will never forget her.
Gabriel will be blessed in Canaan forever.
Is the sky bright? Is it bright?
That's his heart.
Shiny luster, through the cycle of tens of thousands of years.
Travel-stained, still pious
Fly to this land
Just for one belief and emotion.
When did the universe begin?
Where is the source of time?
All beings are boundless, and silently accept all this.
The recipient of this gift is called "existence"
Maybe smile, maybe cry.
The stars of Baghdad
The night is blue, deep and empty.
Is that the glazed sea in New Jerusalem?
Are those stars pearls sprinkled by angels?
Wearing an olive crown and holding a spotless banana.
I guess she saw it and felt it.
Because she is no longer afraid to wait.
How vast the earth is.
The moon and the stars shine together, and the fog is very heavy.
They are brave,
Shining for billions of years.
No sighs, no tears.
I'm afraid someone will recall them.
Losing the stars in Baghdad
It means losing inner clarity.
If one day I lose the land of Canaan
I must look up at the stars in Baghdad.
They seem to be giggling.
I asked you if you have amnesia.
A billion years? Ten thousand years?
Oh! That's too long.
Do you remember? -
Wise Moses left Egypt with God's people.
Every word of the Ten Commandments,
Is it still reflected in my heart?
King David once sat on a marble bench.
Right in front of your eyes.
In the faint evening breeze
Play a simple tune
Now, is it still in my ear
Do you remember the hanging garden?
It disappears forever in the long river of history.
Do you still have that?
The face of a beautiful Mesopotamian woman?
………
Perhaps, forgotten.
forget
Just forget.
In the long river of history
Too many tears, too much pain.
Only the bright smiles of Baghdad stars.
And the breezes of the Jordan River.
Let me forget the noise ...
If I get lost again
Please show me the way.
When I shed tears
I will look at the western sky.
The first star in the evening has risen.
shake
Like pearls
(End)-Rebecca Taylor
childhood memories
Everyone has a naive childhood, whether it is the joy of childhood or the troubles of childhood, it has left us many good memories about childhood. With the growth of age, these memories are not gradually forgotten, but more and more profound and clear. I don't know when, interesting stories of childhood will emerge in your memory, which will make you appreciate, miss, meditate and unconsciously make you smile.
My grandparents lived in the countryside, so I spent my childhood in the countryside. Although life in the countryside is poor and impoverished, what remains in my mind is kindness, warmth and joy. On summer nights, adults are talking in the hutongs in the street, and children are happy to turn around them. If the noise is too loud and affects the adults' speech, they will catch us fighting and quarreling (gently scaring us, of course) and ask us to be quiet. But when we all sat there quietly listening to them, they began to make fun of us. Aunt G in West Hutong is the best at teasing children. She is very tall and always has a kind smile on her face, so she won our love. I remember one time, I sat next to my mother and listened to them. Aunt G suddenly asked me, "Son, can I tell you a daughter-in-law?" Zheng, I turned to look at my mother. Although I don't know what a daughter-in-law is, from my mother's smile, I guessed that her daughter-in-law must be wrapped in red candy or a toy like a spinning windmill, so I said "Zhong" happily and firmly. At this time, other children gathered around to ask Aunt G for it, but Aunt G insisted on saying "daughter-in-law" only to me, which made me even more proud. Aunt G also took my hand and walked to the depths of the alley, and other children were unwilling to follow. Finally, they came to a big jujube tree at the end of the alley, but Aunt G said, "It's too dark, I'll tell you tomorrow." After all, the "daughter-in-law" failed. When I grew up, Aunt G asked me if I remembered. I blushed with embarrassment and smiled. How could I not remember?
Children in rural areas have been used to the "wild" since childhood. No matter where you go to play, adults will not look for it until dinner time. However, when they are older, adults will "tie the bridle" for their children and let them help to do something. Even if you have become a primary school student, you should cut a handful of grass after school. I have witnessed several partners being scolded by their parents for not completing the task. My brothers and sisters and I have never been treated like this, but I often work in the fields with my parents and I can't concentrate. I always run before and after, and my parents will not force me, but "leave me alone." One afternoon, my mother took me to pick cotton in the field, and I still ran around in the field. After all, children's interests are limited, let alone playing alone. It didn't take me long to get tired of running, playing and feeling a little sleepy. But my mother ignored me. She wanted to do her thing, so she let me sleep in the cotton ridge near her. I really fell asleep and slept soundly. When I woke up, it was already sunset. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my mother's figure in the sunset. I looked at it blankly and felt that my mother was so kind and kind. My mother also found me awake and turned to smile at me. This smile makes me feel the magic of maternal love, the greatest love in the world. I fantasize about becoming a painter and leaving this warm moment forever. After all, I didn't become a painter, and painting was impossible, but that warmth remained in my heart forever.
It is common for children to make mistakes, but parents seldom scold us for it. They can say a few words at most to let us know that they are wrong. The last sentence they said must be "He won't be a good boy next time, and his mother doesn't like him". On the one hand, we are glad that we have not been scolded, on the other hand, we are afraid of losing our mother's favor because we made another mistake, so we try not to make the same mistake. Mother's scolding is less, but her praise is always with us. Sometimes my mother inadvertently says a word of praise, which will make me excited and happy for a long time. I can't forget the time when my mother dragged me home from the ground with a scooter. I don't know whether it's my desire to grow up or my bluff or other reasons. I strongly urge to drag my mother home with a scooter, but my repeated requests can't help. My mother finally agreed. I happily set up a good car and let my mother get on it. In order to make it easy for me to pull up, my mother climbed up carefully from the middle of the car and above the wheels, for fear that a little imbalance would cause me difficulties. I'm so happy that I can pull my mother. I almost ran away while pulling the cart. My mother smiled in the car and said, "My baby is like a pony." After listening to this sentence, I played more happily. I was only ten years old at that time, and it has been more than twenty years now. Now that I think of this sentence, I still feel happy and want to cry.
The conditions of farmers are very bitter. Many rural parents are looking forward to their children jumping out of the "farm gate" and finding a job of "eating state grain", and my parents are no exception. But my parents never forced us to study, but adopted various methods to guide us to study consciously. Ten cents a day is a rule set by parents. They can always think of many reasons to link this dime with their studies. I remember what they often say: You can see your future with this dime, and only when you spend it on your studies can you be a promising child. And I am just a "careful" child. I don't want to spend any money except buying school equipment and "commemorative paintings" for teachers and classmates during the Spring Festival. I seem to like money since I was a child. I found a dollar and fifty cents on the table, and I want to keep it for myself, so as to increase my savings. But a dollar and fifty cents was too much, so I begged my mother with trepidation, but I didn't expect her to agree. It's more than one dollar and fifty cents. This is my mother's trust and encouragement.
When dad wants us to study, he doesn't directly reason with us, but often asks us, "Do you want to wear leather shoes? Want to watch color TV? " Of course, leather shoes and color TV sets are luxury goods. Who doesn't want to have them? "If you study, you can wear leather shoes and watch color TV. If you don't study, you can only wear leather shoes to watch black and white TV. " So leather shoes and color TV have become my goal and motivation to study hard. I didn't buy my first pair of leather shoes until I joined the work, because I always felt that I was not qualified to wear leather shoes without joining the work.
I can't help laughing when I think of funny things when I was a child. However, childhood is not always sunny, but also has childhood troubles. There is still some gloom in my heart. I remember the most three times, and I was reprimanded by the teacher. The first time was in the third grade of my primary school. The Chinese teacher asked the students to add a word before "heavy rain" to describe the heavy rain. The students all said "downpour", but I only said "rainstorm" once and was scolded by the teacher. The second time was when I was in the fourth grade. In the ideological and moral class, the teacher talked about the difference between pine trees and cypress trees, saying that "pine trees are different from cypress trees, and cypress trees are planted in front of the grave in our village instead of pine trees". I was really surprised when I heard this sentence. In my mind, there are pine trees in front of the grave. Adults say so. Surprised, I couldn't help but speak out. I was scolded by the teacher, saying that I disturbed the class order and that I "went out if I didn't want to listen." My face turned red. The third time was when I was in the fifth grade of primary school. Many students do their math homework in the evening self-study class. It happened that the math teacher came into the classroom, and the students sorted out what they didn't understand and asked the teacher for advice. When I asked the teacher a question, the teacher was explaining it to another student. The teacher just turned her head and said, "Why don't you blink?"? I'm just talking. " Hearing this, I ran back to my seat angrily. Since then, I have never been to the teacher's office. I listen carefully in class. When I have difficulties in doing my homework, I will think for myself, but I won't ask the teacher. It was not until I graduated from junior high school to take the entrance examination that my father went to school to ask about my study and see if I could be admitted to a normal school. The teacher's answer is "children never ask the teacher questions, but they can take exams." I'm not sure, but I was admitted to the normal school with the second place in the whole school, which really surprised my father and teachers.
From then on, I left home and my childhood. ...