Life really needs to stand the test. Life is long. There is always some incomplete beauty, broken beauty, and some people feel sad.
Half a year ago, I grew up and I was going to graduate, but I didn't feel very happy, but I really felt very sad, because on that day, I was going to part ways with my classmates who had been with me for six years. Maybe it will be difficult for us to meet again in the future. Maybe we will meet for something. People often say: "Sometimes, parting is meeting; But more often, meeting ends in parting. "That's true. However, in the future, we can't predict those results, so I am even more sad and confused.
That day was the day when we broke up. It's foggy in the morning. I don't know why, but I think it may be our sorrow! Looking up, the sky seems a little gloomy. Everyone trudged into the classroom with a nervous mood, then took out the phone book and alumni records in a hurry, wrote them one by one, and wrote them so carefully, and then carefully put the books in their schoolbags, as if afraid of losing them. Everyone's back is so busy, but it implies a touch of sadness. For a long time, the classroom was quiet, but it was horribly quiet. Even when a needle falls to the ground, we can hear a tiny sound. I think we have all recalled the past that deserves our nostalgia.
Once, we loved to avoid the sun's poison, and sat by the small trees and rockeries in groups, where we could always talk freely and tell our troubles; Once we loved to play, because we believed that the campus was infinite and there was always a little space left for us. Once, we thought we had a lot of troubles. In fact, we just didn't know when we were blessed. Once upon a time, we always wanted to leave each other, make more friends and learn more interesting new knowledge. However, when we got graduation photo, we shed tears unwillingly. At that time, we suddenly felt that we were close enough to touch.
No matter whether the past days were full of dazzling sunshine and happiness, or dotted with countless young heartbreaks and confusions, in the end, all that remained was parting.
Each of us was silent, silent, and no one said a word. We just want to see this campus and our former "home" as always. Then, everyone dispersed, dispersed.
When I left the campus, I suddenly let go. I think: life is really a one-way train, and the scenery I have traveled can never be revisited.
Time can dilute everything, and the pain left to me at that time will fade away with time, and I really should cherish the present more, because ... 2. That time, I learned to remember water.
When the phantom dissipated, my eyes filled with tears, and all my memories turned into running water, passing by me, so …
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It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, so autumn comes. You can't believe that summer is leaving, because you can't forget those wet memories in the summer rain.
You shut yourself in a closed room, and you don't want to think about the fun of the outside world, because you know, it's a kind of
It's not true. You don't want to see your favorite jasmine wither in front of your eyes, so you choose to escape and hide yourself.
In fact, you already know that summer is leaving, but you just don't want to admit it.
You will always remember the rain that summer. When he left, you were still asleep. You even saw his last shadow.
I haven't seen them. So, after every summer rain, you try to stay awake because you expect him to come back in the next summer rain.
It rained every day after he left. So, you look blankly at the rain outside through the window every day. As night falls, you write a sentence in your diary. You named this diary "Far Away". Every day.
The first day after he left, you were anxious, and you were afraid that he would never come back. You want to cry, but you won't do that, because you once said to him, "I am strong!" " "So, you wrote in Far Away: I am strong!
The day after he left, you tried to stay calm, and you were afraid that the impulse to think about him would spread to your reason. You are far away.
Fang wrote: I am strong!
……
In this way, time passed day by day. Today is the last rain of this summer, and your mood is like rain.
The world is so complicated. After you stayed outside in the rain for a long time, write down in the distance: I am strong! So, you seem to understand something. You open the window and a breeze blows your hair. It's the first time you feel the air so fresh. You are very deep.
Take a deep breath. You seem to understand something. So, you wrote in the distance: Youth is a beautiful sadness.
Memories are as bright as water You have to admit that the power of time is cruel. It will take away your love memories. Also bring
Stay away from your pain; Maybe it also took away your confusion-yourself. Everything that has passed away, like running water, will never look back.
The love you once had will slip through your fingers like water. Waiting with empty hope can only make you lose your direction.
Waiting for an unreal fantasy for a long time will make you collapse.
All memories are like running water, you can't catch them. After the memory slips away, you can only choose to escape and leave it.
Forget, you can only choose to be hurt; Fill the inner emptiness, break the attachment, and be reborn in the injury.
Rational, without desire and impulse, more sober. The flowing water of memory is endless. It's like a heavy book, full of your students.
The emotion in the room is also full of your reason. So, you understand forgetting and losing, and you understand the disdain he should have when he left.
Eyes, but also understand the truth that water is gone forever-in the last rain that summer.
So, for the first time, you shed real, relieved tears that you didn't know how long you had been holding back. They drew a road in the air with a hint of warmth.
Traces of meaning. In the summer rain, I touched my side. I whispered to you with tears in my eyes: "Memories are as bright as water."
So, at that moment, I understood you and myself-Xiao Shui.
When the memory flies away, my wings are broken, and all I have is the water in your bright eyes. 2. At that moment, I understood you.
Winter goes and spring comes, walking on the soft soil in the country, experiencing the baptism of the cold winter wind, and the peach blossoms full of trees are crowded with branches. Seeing this, you are happy to take a group photo with everyone, and the smile on your face is brighter than peach blossom. The sun shines on your head, and the silver line is particularly dazzling-at that moment, I read you.
For fifteen years, you have been with me, laughing and crying together. Just watching, your black hair gradually turned white-at that moment, I understood you.
Listening to your story, I can imagine the pain that my birth brought you, but there is a happy smile on your face, saying how happy you are to have my daughter-at that moment, I understood you.
Yes, your dedication and hard work have left a deep impression on you. Yes, your concern and love for me have turned all the bumps and bumps along the way into beautiful memories cherished in your heart.
In the summer of 2005, I stepped out of the threshold of primary school, and which junior high school gate to enter became the biggest problem. Under the scorching sun, you run for me, for me ... for this ignorant child. A heat wave came head-on. You wiped the sweat on your forehead and went on to the next junior high school ... This is all my imagination. Finding a junior high school suitable for me in hot summer is far from what I imagined. After running for a few days, your shoes are worn out. You didn't sigh, but you told me with regret that I couldn't go to the ideal junior high school. I was eating at that time, swallowing food silently with tears in my eyes. That night, you comforted me and cried with me-at that moment, I understood your love for me, but I didn't understand your plan for the next day. The next afternoon, you dragged your tired body home. When you saw me, you happily told me that after a day of fighting with the sun, I could finally enter the ideal junior high school. At that moment, the smile on your face stayed in my heart, and I understood that smile, your love and care for me, and what you did to me that I could never fully repay.
Now, with your help, I entered the ideal high school. When you heard the good news, you congratulated me, laughed with me and cooked some good dishes for me. In the kitchen, you always wear a smile-I know, the pride in that smile, the infinite joy that that smile can't bear.
It's September, and the peach blossoms in spring have withered. Autumn is the harvest season! Everything you have done for me has made me enter my ideal high school in this golden autumn.
"Thank you, Mom. 』
Hearing this, you just smiled gently, sent me out of the house in the morning to tell me, served a sumptuous dinner at home after school, and came to see the results of my study when I was doing my homework.
Yes, your hair has lost its black. It must be dissolved in colorful life with your selfless love. ...
"Thank you, Mom. 』