1 year essay: those years
I chatted with my former classmates for a long time yesterday and unconsciously recalled the past years. I don't know why I'm almost completely changed now, is it my personality or other reasons.
In our early twenties, we still have the advantage of youth, and the traces of youth struggle are still shaking. Think about it carefully, we still have some impulsive capital, and all impulses only come down to our youth. A lot of words actually don't know where to start. Those years that can be used to show off are only used to talk and laugh occasionally. You and I are the same, the difference lies in the perspective of the problem. Maturity is only relative. It is better to say that the attitude towards problems has changed than maturity.
We all climbed out of high school, where there are traces of our struggle, which will never be annihilated; There are our closest brothers and sisters. Even if we go our separate ways now, we will never forget each other. There is also so-called love, which we don't understand. Whether we have experienced it or not, it is a precious memory. Look at the present and think back. Like everyone else, we are recreating the trajectory from the beginning to the present. No one who wants to escape can escape.
In those years, I will have someone I love, and so will I. After thinking about it, I always feel that my years are still so ups and downs. When it comes to years, it seems to be a lot older, but which word can accurately describe the love of that era? Time is cruel to people. When we meet again and see familiar faces, who doesn't sigh? Who can really not have too much nostalgia?
If life is like the first time, what is the so-called memory? Memory is precious. If you have even one chance to miss, please cherish it, because ......
Time Essay 2: Time flies, time flies.
In the snowy season, I hope that spring will bloom, and in the hot summer, I hope that the autumn wind will be cool, and the four seasons will cycle, replacing every hope and watching every dream.
Year after year, year after year, I met each other. Time flies, the years pass, just fade away, lamenting the helplessness of life.
When we were young, our hopes slipped through our fingertips, always thinking that we had plenty of time. Today is over and there will be tomorrow. Inadvertently, time flies, and when we reach middle age, hope is still far away. In the blurred night, we slowly gave up our pursuit.
Now that the sun has set, memories will never remind us of the good past. It's the interpretation of yesterday's deja vu, but the black hair turns to silver, and the years inadvertently carve traces on the face, letting us know that the vicissitudes of life have become a thing of the past, and the sunset glow has shone on the young cheeks. Over time, I accidentally stepped into the ranks of my grandmother. Only the unchangeable childlike innocence still shines with passion.
Only when you see your children and grandchildren singing at your knees will you suddenly feel old and sigh how time flies. When we haven't had time to enjoy the happiness of childhood, we step into the troubles of adulthood. Before I could feel the joy of being a mother, I suddenly had the surprise of being a grandmother.
People's life has passed year after year in a casual way. When we look back on the past, we feel that time is so fleeting, and decades seem to be yesterday. Watching children grow up day by day, we grow old day by day, hoping to spread year by year, and the years will disappear year by year. There is always a faint sadness coming to my mind. The helplessness of life, the fragility of life, it turns out that human life is so short. When I was young, I felt that it was a long time, looking forward to growing up, looking forward to love and looking forward to freedom. When everything comes, we have it but don't know how to cherish it. When our youth disappears inadvertently, we feel how beautiful and happy it is. Now that the afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled on the mountain of sunset glow, we feel that life is short and precious.
Along the way, we have experienced wind and rain, emotional ups and downs, and vicissitudes of life. We still face the future with a smile. Life is a sweet and sour harmony. Life is a symphony of daily necessities and vinegar. Husband and wife are two people who quarrel and take care of each other all their lives. Family is a combination of crying and laughing, fighting and quarreling, plain life and simple life. This is the life of ordinary people, without joy or sadness. Our generation was born in the era of the Great Leap Forward. Famine soon after birth, revolution soon after school. After graduation, we went to the countryside and experienced the reform in China. We went to the countryside, got laid off and went to sea. We have experienced ups and downs along the way. History has made our extraordinary experiences, and history has cast the trajectory of our lives.
Every year on New Year's Eve, we watch the last moment of the year and wait for the moment when the New Year opens. A year begins a new day like this, and life slowly disappears in this watch. Light years, deep thoughts, memories of laughter and crying, sad past, and now are sweet memories. Only after suffering can we know the value of life, and only after suffering can we know the connotation of happiness. When we lose our youth, we know the preciousness of what we have. Only after experiencing wind and rain can we know the true meaning of interdependence; When we have gone through the years, the river knows the significance of holding hands in life; When we watch the sunset together, we know the beauty of life; When we hug each other, we know warmth and sweetness; We only know the unforgettable pain when our loved ones leave; It is not until I have experienced difficulties that I know that the hardships of life are not easy.
May each of us cherish what we have now, cherish everything in front of us and cherish everyone who loves you and your loved ones around us. Life is short, cherish every day.
Essay on the years 3: the years we have passed.
Time flies, when we stop today and look back at tomorrow, the years we have passed are still so beautiful and unforgettable.
There are always some pictures in memory, which gently evoke the most sincere feelings in our hearts, and there are always some words echoing in our ears, gently ringing the most unforgettable good times in our lives. Who broke into my life and brought me many unforgettable times; Who broke into my dream and started another journey for me? Life is always in the silent cycle, quietly blooming its most beautiful color. Sighing the width and thickness of life and tasting the value and significance of life will give us more insight into the years we have gone through and deeper and more sincere feelings for those who have gone through our years.
It used to be very sad to leave the people who had met in a hurry, and also left those who stayed in our lives for a few days and never saw each other again. Maybe the years we spend together are just a second, a minute, a few hours or a day. But it is a very gorgeous color in our long years. Because of their existence, life will not be so monotonous, and life will have the breath of life and the rhythm of heartbeat. Short-term meeting and hasty parting also give us stronger acceptance and adaptability.
I am also very happy and gratified that so many people really exist in my life. Spring has come, winter has come, and time has passed among us, listening to each other's inner anguish and troubles, telling each other their secrets and ambitions, encouraging each other and smiling at each other &; Although hellip left, it was short. Sometimes there will be barriers, but it won't be long before they are reconciled. I am a best friend and a friend. Their existence has filled my years with more sunshine and rain.
All the encounters and farewells have merged into the years in my life, and the family members who have accompanied me for a long time have given me the motivation to struggle forward. They are the source of all my confidence and strength. I'm afraid I can't accompany them to the end of my life. I wonder if I can watch their happy lives and close my eyes quietly and peacefully without regrets and complaints. I've also thought about whether the years we passed at that time were just a memory and a kind of spiritual cruelty for them, because I left them alone in this short life.
I am no longer afraid to face the years we have passed, because it is worth cherishing and remembering. Never forget to wait and bless everyone who has passed through your life.
Time Essay 4: Days of Friendship
Today, my friend sent photos from more than 20 years ago. Seeing their youthful appearance when they were young, they felt the ruthlessness of the years. It brings a group of passionate young people into the maturity of their limited lives.
Sun Island, a famous scenic spot all over the country, is not as beautiful as the legend, but she is like a gentle mother, watching us grow up from ignorance to maturity and stubbornness, and we are growing up in her arms bit by bit. In spring, we set foot here and enjoy the comfort of blooming sunshine. In summer, we carry beer barrels, resist tape recorders, indulge in flowers and plants, and release our pride under the expansion of hormones. In late autumn, we walked among the trees with golden leaves and frosty red leaves. In winter, we run and play in the knee-deep snow, holding snowballs tightly and crashing into each other's camps. On the Sun Island, under the tree-lined trees along the Songhua River, our enthusiastic youth footprints were left everywhere on the grass.
We indulge in drinking and singing, endure hangovers and headaches, raise a glass, drink the long river of years and see green fruits at first. We dyed our youth with sunshine, time flies, and we plucked ordinary life with strings. Although the rings of the years are engraved on our faces at will, our fiery hearts can't be extinguished at all.
Although it is a different surname, I feel tears in the sky. Taoyuan does not allow the three kingdoms, and one brother is absolutely incoherent. The regretless youth left us beautiful memories, singing and laughing. There have been ups and downs in life, and what has precipitated is our deep brotherhood. In another 20 years, we will still be full of vitality and infinite youth!
Essay on the Fifth Year: Long Years
The long years, like the scenery of spring, are crystal clear on this spring vine and crystal clear under the light of this month.
Years are long, so it is like a stream. Flowing through spring, light green, light nature. Quiet in the branches, stuck in the leaves. Like a grass green, like a leaf green, like a fragrant heart.
Blow away all night, evergreen shrubs, a little smile, a little red.
Years are long, so flowing. Through the summer, through the garden, through the stream of missing.
Long years, flowing through this shallow alley, carved the mark of years on the wall of this alley, uneven. There are different shades of light and colors.
One-way street, an antique color comes from time to time, and it smells like monks meet each other. Vaguely, from the end of the alley, I vaguely saw a woman holding an umbrella, graceful and far away. In a trance, smiling eyes ache faintly.
Beauty is a kind of beauty of ancient women. Graceful figure, long hair, subtle charm.
Long years. The wind blows through the old place. But now, people have gone to the building. Time goes by, I don't know where the flowers bloom. No trace, just remember that old face.
As time goes by, I don't know where to hide. It's over. It's over. With the rolling river, it has gone away.
Stop, but look, the river washes the riverbed and beats the waterfront. On the beach, an abandoned ship has long been rusty, weather-beaten and flustered.
Reading, rushing thousands of miles; I want to get confused.
Here, there used to be flowers swimming between fish and aquatic plants; Here, where the hair used to be elegant; Here, where Liu Xia once recited poems. ......
People on the shore are far away. Only the servant who looks after the house hangs some lanterns on the door every New Year to show his joy.
Years are long, plus &; Mdash & mdash Read mdash & mdash Worry!