Thirty years later, I stand here again and say familiar words to you again. I found my voice a little uncontrollable. Time is ruthless, leaving traces of time on your face and mine. However, the past years have grown into poems, and the feelings in our hearts have never left us.
"Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor." I still remember when we were young, we laughed and played naughty in this familiar campus. In spring, we scramble to pick up the scattered "caterpillars"; In summer, we tread water in the puddle of the playground and enjoy it; In autumn, we struggle with petioles in the fallen leaves; In winter, we lie by the window together, hoping that the snow elves will visit the world. Now, although we may no longer be interested and have no physical strength to go crazy, the joy at that time has become a long and short sentence that is always sweet in our hearts.
"This is a night for men to study." In school days, we not only have fun, but also have various struggles with our classmates. I still remember that at seven o'clock in the morning, we did morning exercises on the playground. During the day, the classroom is the battlefield for us to attack the knowledge highland; After the evening self-study, we walked back to the dormitory in twos and threes, leaving the fatigue of a day's study in the classroom; Late at night, I will never forget the tension and frankness of secretly having a sleep meeting in the dormitory. At that time, although we were also bitter and tired, our minds were simple and our tasks were simple. Looking back now, the struggle at that time has become the seven laws of bitterness and sweetness.
"Mochow had no bosom friend before, and everyone in the world knew him." I remember 30 years ago today, we gathered here, we laughed and cried together. We are reluctant to go, and our hearts are uneasy. But in the end, we read our lofty sentiments together. Since we can never stop here and now, let the whole world remember my name! At that time, we were full of energy and lofty sentiments, which made us mellow and spicy, and I never forget it.
Today, we are reunited here after 30 years of cruelty. Our memories have not been washed away by the years, but the lead China has been washed away, leaving immortal poems in our hearts. From now on, we still have our own life and struggle, but I believe that these poems with our youthful breath will connect us forever!
Time is a ruthless and sharp knife, which takes away the face of the past years and leaves a place with endless vicissitudes and prosperity. Standing at a certain node to meet my alma mater, looking back, I can vaguely distinguish it, as if it was yesterday. I have forgotten the names of some people for a long time, but their voices, words and deeds always come to mind, like the clear sky in Wan Li. Maybe they have never seen them during the rainy season, but they will always be remembered and remembered.
On the day of graduation dinner, I was as drunk as a fiddler, and it was a little puzzling to think about it myself. No one toasts, no one drinks, but I am alone. Did you win applause because you went to the podium and recited Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge? Thank all the teachers who have been caring, encouraging and urging me over the years? Is it because I am attached to all my classmates who give me selfless help from time to time, even if Man Zi is left and Man Zi is right?
Too much wine can make people very excited. Someone asked who would escort the teacher, so I got on my bike and followed without hesitation. Unexpectedly, I fell, my arm was broken, my face was swollen and my mouth was broken. Lying in the hospital bed, I suddenly fell into a desperate situation. Seeing that the students are reviewing intensively, they sprint in the last ten days. I was completely desperate, and my tears were streaming down my face.
I seem to see my old father, with his rickety figure and stumbling steps, picking vegetables, washing rice and cooking, waiting for my sister and me, with burning eyes. I seem to see my old mother get up at dawn, her silver hair swaying in the wind, and go to the field in charge to start harvesting, carrying and threshing, sweating and panting. I seem to see my father's anxiety, because I have been ill all the year round and can't help my mother. I seem to see my mother's resentment, because I am weak, and my weak body is constantly busy in a man's world. Whether they are anxious or resentful, they are always full of confidence and every step is solid. Because of me, their son will walk into the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination and realize their long-cherished wish. But now, I can walk into the examination room with my arm hanging and a plaster cast? But now, my lessons have been neglected for so long and I can still get satisfactory results?
Fortunately, my classmates and I walked into the examination room later, and I was admitted to the normal school and jumped out of the "agricultural gate". Perhaps this is life, although there will be many difficulties, but the deeper you get, the more dangerous the difficulties will be; Dangers piled up and became desperate. Once you appreciate life and thank everyone in it, adversity will turn into victory and difficulties into motivation. Because everyone's world needs to be opened with faith, forged with painstaking efforts, polished with years and proved with success. If you look back, you suddenly find that the ruthless years are actually a meaningful poem that will be treasured forever.
Ruthless years have been waiting for 3 days. Today, we finally meet in the junior high school campus where we set our dreams. In 30 years, we all passed away in our youth, and people reached middle age. In these 30 years, I believe everyone here has taken a different path. But in any case, the road under our feet will continue.
I remember that year, after graduating from high school, I resolutely applied for Agricultural University, just to fulfill my original dream. After graduating from college, I was assigned to the local agricultural office. Originally, I wanted to do a big job and revitalize the agricultural cause in my hometown, but it backfired. Encouraged by my friends, I quit my job and started my career in Guangzhou. During this period, I have done business, sales and even worked in a factory. ...
In a blink of an eye 10 years have passed, and I am busy and my heart is always tense. What did I get? I began to reflect, it turned out that I forgot the root of life and lost my initial heart. So, I went back to my hometown and decided to be a farmer in the new era. With the help of friends, we contracted 200 mu of fertile land and opened up our own ecological breeding garden and green planting base. Gradually, I found my place and lived a plain but poetic life.
You may have heard such a fable! A group of people hurried forward and suddenly a person stopped. The person next to him is very strange: "Why don't you go?" The person who stopped smiled and said, "Walk too fast, and the soul falls behind. I will wait. " Yes, we all walked too fast. However, how many of us are willing to stop and wait? Through rest and reflection, we can determine whether the direction of progress is in line with our original intention.
Students, 30 years have passed, how many 30 years are left in our life? I remember the writer Bi Shumin once vividly described the state of our modern people: "Running like a frightened antelope and being driven away by money like a jackal is the rhythm imposed on us by modern civilization." I think there must be some old classmates here like me before. They were dragged forward by the torrent of modern life. Only work, no leisure, life seems to be a doomsday trip. How can we talk about the taste and poetry of life?
. When you are busy, you can take time to enjoy a pleasant afternoon tea; When you are tired, you can go for a walk in the park and listen to birds singing. In your spare time, you can calm down and read some good books and spend a happy weekend with your family.