Graduation Prose Recitation Model: The past of "Graduation Acura" is burning wildly in the real world, and we are caught in the next cycle on the interface of memory and face.
Youth has no regrets, years are songs, and we graduated.
The mixture of graduation, frustration and excitement is spread out in front of you and me, forging a beautiful bridge between the past and the present, devouring the route and way. In the journey of life, I deeply left a car mark called memory.
Once upon a time, we had the right to be ignorant of youth. Once, we had confidence in carved brocade. Once, we saw joy in colorful colors. Once, we said that graduation was far from the end. Once, it bloomed in the bottom of my heart but withered in the palm of my hand. Our youth and simplicity only adhered to the stubbornness in that fairy tale time and the back hidden in the long river of time.
Everything is still yesterday, but everything is gone. We are like this, with different circumstances and different scars.
A long time ago, I thought graduation was a lucky moment, a voucher to bid farewell to the old times and a prelude to an ideal future. But when I really came into contact with graduation, I found it was like coffee in front of me. The beginning is bitter, the end is bitter, and the embers are gentle, so we can understand the ups and downs. We wander because the years can't wash away the young colors, and they don't want to take us away.
Meeting by chance is a dream, and graduation is waking up. Some people appear in life and disappear immediately, while others appear, stay for a long time and finally disappear.
Karen Mok said in Xia Guo: At least those stories belong to me.
The dark sky and flying birds can't hide the children who broke out in early summer. They wore clothes that they didn't dare to wear and combed their hair styles that they didn't dare to do. Through their eyes, I saw their uncontrollable joy, screaming and the smell of beer, which was their way of venting. Why are we expressionless on the street corner? Sad? Why are you sad? Are you happy? Why are you happy? The heavy question mark is our broken hair all over the floor.
Maybe many years later, we will understand why we chose silence many years ago. Maybe only when we don't expect the years to pass can we really miss those days. Which teacher likes to take up self-study classes? Which girl is the most interesting? Which spring shall we go together? In what year did we meet and soon parted? At that time, we will be knocked down by ourselves on the double-edged sword of pain and nostalgia because of a look and a word when we were young.
The space formed by tears and smiles makes the years come and go freely. Please listen to my song tonight.
Nightmares cannot be retrieved. They have no beginning and no end. The only thing that can be pulled out of our minds is the overwhelming heat wave and green. The miracle accompanying their appearance and admission is quietly blooming. All the goals banished by hard work and struggle are just the embodiment of good human nature. In a vague state, they can rush to the other side in narcissism and self-destruction, which is the capital for our graduation.
Friends, have a good trip and cherish the fate.
Let's end with Su Shi's words: I don't hate this flower flying away, but I hate the red in the western circle. It rained after dawn. Where are the traces? A pool of duckweed is broken, with three points in spring, two points in dust and one point in water. In detail, it is not a little flower, but a tear.
Graduation Prose Recitation Model: "Graduation Lyrics" is coming in June, and the college entrance examination is coming. However, the recent hot and cold weather has undoubtedly added a wall and a lock to the students who are about to reach the most important turning point in their lives.
In the self-study class, I wrote meaningless words on the paper with a pen, but my mind was thinking about the upcoming grade 20 13, their college entrance examination and the difficulties they might encounter after graduation. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in my mind, my eyes narrowed, my stroke hand stopped moving, and my thoughts immediately turned into a running river, trying to recover from that flash. It took me a long time to meditate, then I opened my notebook and wrote down what I had just thought without stopping.
? Flowers fly in March and fire comes in June. In July and August, the river seems to be practicing, and in September, it snows heavily. It is cold in Xia Dong, cold in spring and cool in autumn. Lead the heroic spirit through the clouds, drive flying cranes into poems, and get drunk with the bright moon. Lead pride into the four seas, find hidden dumplings to paint and enjoy the cool breeze fish. Inkstone water is adjusted, thick ink is spread, Wen Ruo walks, and the pen is like running water, which is painted in the ends of the earth and outlined in the ends of the earth. A piece of paper, how many things have been written and sent? The five elements mean full of emotion. ?
I stopped thinking. When I finished writing, I put down my pen and glanced at it. I found that I didn't understand what I wrote. Although I know what I wrote, I just don't know why I wrote it. Is this the life you want? Or is it just an unreachable hope? I am confused myself. Seeing that the class was still early, I took what I had just written to my deskmate. The deskmate is also idle, reaching for a notebook to look at it carefully.
? This poem shows your enthusiasm for writing poetry. Among them,? Driving a flying crane into a poem and holding the bright moon drunk? The best writing style embodies a sense of pride and beauty. ? Wen Ruo's pen is flowing? Wrote the elegance of creation. ? Looking for hidden jiaozi to paint? This sentence is good and more substantive. Single? Fishing while enjoying the breeze? Too idealistic, inconsistent with the previous, affecting the whole poem. So, I suggest changing it. Summary: It feels like spring breeze. ?
I opened my eyes wide, and it was hard for me to read such scribbled words. I carefully read my deskmate's comments and what I wrote, then turned to look at my deskmate and laughed again. My deskmate didn't understand my behavior at this time and looked at me with some doubts. I shook my head. I didn't say that my deskmate's handwriting was wrong in the comments, nor did I say that I didn't write a poem. That's just a paragraph. But since I wrote this passage, my mind has been several times faster than writing, so I will? Wen ruoyun? Is it wrong? How's Wen Ruo? . The following plot is a bit funny. For the first time, my deskmate commented on my wrong sentence in uppercase and wrote it from all directions. Even some places, I didn't think so much, he wrote them all.
Comments on this little thing were quickly passed on in the slapstick between my deskmate and me, and did not make the quiet life feel the slightest waves. In the afternoon, I saw senior three students taking pictures in groups of three or five. Looking at the smiles on their mature faces, my heart suddenly relaxed. Everyone wants to grow up. When everyone grows up, they will lose something inadvertently and get something.
Life is contradictory. Graduation season is like autumn sadness. Watching the classmates who have been together for three years pack their bags separately, they scattered all over in one day. They are determined to be young, full of vigor and high morale. Whether it is the former or the latter, for my temper, that reason is somewhat confusing. However, after graduation, like them, they must be full of infinite expectations for the future, and now they have an inexplicable desire for future life. Because, strong. Just like my handwriting, so lazy and vivid. But I also know that that kind of artistic conception can only live in unrealistic forever.
Fan Wensan: "The light summer in May, the graduation season full of tung flowers" Endless thunderstorm swore the sovereignty of summer. It seems that this proves that the tenderness of spring has really faded, and only the deepest attachment in April is buried in the hot and humid spring mud, protecting the next summer. April on earth is only an occasional dream, and it is impossible to meet. Just like the upcoming graduation season, half happy and half worried, the summer heat wave swept the flowers in the ivory tower.
Are you online? Lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face? Before the arrival of June, the shallow new tip in the pool will kiss dozens of feet of water. Only then will the faint lotus fragrance quietly come to the world, causing slight ripples, lingering in the warmth of May and disappearing for a long time. A fleeting moment, heartless. Until many years later, we still don't forget to indulge in the fragrant summer. Only then will our youth no longer be in its heyday!
Indus flowers bloom the most this month, and clusters of apricot yellow are covered with indus branches that have accumulated infinite thoughts in autumn. The wind is blowing and swaying. This season, Mulan dominates the steaming of the moon, and the aroma has fermented the whole summer night, which is refreshing and you can't refuse it at all. Youth fluttering around the white skirt, covered with clothes and temples, accumulated over time, quietly crushed in the years like water. I was intoxicated with my body and mind in the gift brewing of one person in May, and fell asleep in the bleak and floating life of this evening.
In the dizzy warm summer every day, the high walls of the teaching building are covered with green to shiny Parthenocissus tricuspidata, which is lush. Every time I look up at the crumbling green buildings in the scorching sun, I feel like crying. I was shocked. At that moment, I was small in the dust, even worse than a vine with strong vitality. This feeling lingers for a long time in this season. This feeling of regret will only increase when graduation comes. Playing fidgety and anxious will grind you a thousand times in your heart, knocking and grinding every inch of your heart carefully and making you change your pride.
On May Day, before Xia Yue's farewell song was played, our overflowing youth seemed inexhaustible forever. Last graduation season, it was a long time ago. That restless season robbed me of so much affection, and now I can wave goodbye with a straight face, even though my heart is surging. However, it's a pity that my youth, every graduation season, is delivered to parting. Every time I think about this, I always regret that my intestines are green, but I am helpless and never tired of it!
There is a deep sadness in the years. What about the sadness? We will eventually lose our youth, the lost youth.
May is a light summer, and the graduation season is full of tung flowers. There is a faint sadness flowing in youth, which passes through the dense buttonwood leaves and melts in the falling apricot yellow. Since then, the loess has died, just like the sand at the fingertips, half buried and half returned to dust, and finally disappeared without a trace. Wait a year, wait a year? Many years later, our temples will frost and our hair will turn white. At that time, I'm afraid we can't find the tung flower season in May. The age of rampant youth. Therefore, we can only recall and grieve in Wang Chun's green and white patches, and then grow old and die in memory, and there is nowhere to be found.
& gt& gt& gt More exciting next page? alcoholic anonymous
***2 pages: Previous page 1 2 Next page