Sad Prose Memories of Lush Years Part I: Those photos of Lush Years, Christmas cards of that year, pink notebooks, fragrant magnolia trees, clear lotus ponds, teenagers playing and reading under fiery buttonwood trees, fireflies shining with green grass? It is full of the color of time, and there is a story of time. Time flies, pushing open the door of memory, those years, those people, those things, those lush and fragrant years we walked together, rose and fell in the fleeting time. That is our common memory, the campus youth we walked together. Now, I'm still standing where I am, still missing your smiling face?
Time flies, and it's late autumn before you know it. The leaves of the tall buttonwood tree on campus scatter our thoughts this season with the wind. It's weekend again. This time after school, we didn't go home directly, but met at the one on the student road? Three pools printing the moon? . The exquisite cards there attracted us. Since Feng Ling joined the fireflies last time, he has naturally studied and played with me, Xinyue, Xu Tao and Zhang Yang. It seems that everything is so beautiful. The beauty of youth and the dream of youth are also pinned on those beautiful little cards. To this day, I still have a small yellow afternoon flower in my hand, which is still in the pink bookmark of memories of that year, and there is a poem inscribed in it: tie a bunch of heart-shaped flowers and send an eternal blessing. May friendship, like flowers, bloom with the fragrance of life and never forget to be filled with it. ? Signed by the handsome Feng Ling.
I remember that at that time, this kind of small card similar to a bookmark with poems on it was our students' favorite at that time. Beautiful pictures are accompanied by beautiful poems. It's really poetic and beautiful. At that time, we all liked to buy collections or send blessings to each other on holidays. Nowadays, those small cards that lack time stories are quietly flowing with the river of time and the fragrance of the beautiful childhood in the past. Here? Student road? what's up Three pools printing the moon? This used to be the place where we stayed. At that time, my little heart envied the owner of the bookstore. I think, when I grow up, I will open a small bookstore like this. Let me have so many beautiful books and small cards with poetic fragrance.
This kind of happy mood has always accompanied my middle school career. I still remember the smiling faces that appeared from time to time in my life. Small cards, conveying the warm and happy friendship and good classmate friendship at that time, bloom on these small cards and exude fragrance. At that time, young hearts were full of warmth and happiness because of these wonderful blessing poems. This is a card, and it is also you, my dear classmate and friend. These inspiring words make us progress and let us remember them in the future. They are happiness and warmth.
I still remember it was on Christmas Eve, and it was raining cold. The cold winter rain, accompanied by the whistling north wind, blows on the window lattice, and the cold wind enters our classroom, making everyone feel on pins and needles in class and eager to finish class quickly, so that we can move our frozen hands and feet. But my heart is warm, because I have a card from Xinyue in my hand. Warm greetings are written on the card, and it's Feng Ling again! I remember his promise at that time that he would walk on the road of life and wish to hug us like a loving mother tomorrow. Let's go to the same school and continue our classmates' dreams.
Ding, the bell rang after class, with a sound? See you after class, classmates and teachers? Many students have rushed to the door of the classroom, pushing and laughing at each other in the corridor of the classroom, as if the cold in class had disappeared just now. Hehe, this is a young man, a young heart.
Although Christmas is a western festival, both traditional festivals in China and those introduced from the west are happy festivals in our young people's hearts. Students pass on friendly wishes to each other, write beautiful feelings in each other's hearts, and express beautiful and pure initial intentions.
Tie the fragrance of a bunch of flowers and send an eternal blessing. May our friendship be as fragrant as flowers, and fragrance all the way will fill our hearts. ? You already have a marker to describe your life. I hope you can use it to describe your blueprint and draw a beautiful picture of your life. ? Dear friends, the difficulties are only temporary. As long as you persist, it is victory! Now, I am holding the small card of that year, reading the cordial greetings and blessings on the small card, and the immature handwritten words, so that I still remember the faces of today's teenagers. Dear students, are you okay? I really miss those student days in your company.
Young and warm reading time is always in this season, accompanied by rain. We are all scattered all over the world now, only poetry is still fragrant and scholarly. Now, I have a card in my hand, and the words on it remind me of the faint joy and sadness that I once had in my young heart. Youth is always beautiful, and young hearts always love to add new words and pour out their worries. The end of one story is the beginning of another. A story is beautiful and sad, beautiful or sad. At the end of the story, I locked myself in loneliness! ? This is a missing card:? Finally, I know what to cherish when the leaves fall, and finally understand. After people leave, what is missing on these cards is your signature. In this way, after living, in the misty rain, like a fallen leaf, dust to dust, soil to soil. Some sentences, reading and reading, are distracted; Some people, walking, just scattered?
It is said that high school career is the first turning point in life. There is no limit to learning the sea, and learning well is an official. Studying hard in the cold window sharpens the mind, only for the future of to beno. 1. In the years of studying hard like an ascetic monk, there are both pains and joys. However, for us, it may be more fun than hard work. Looking back now, I really feel sorry for my parents' earnest expectations.
This is our tangled mood, learning, happiness, pain and happiness. It's not that we are not serious, nor that we don't understand our parents' expectations. Young and frivolous, at that time, because of our youth, we always wasted our time and sprinkled it on the branches where birds sang. Because I am young, I always like to add new words and say that I am worried. Young people's hearts, pure feelings between classmates, not every teacher's parents know how to grasp the discretion, understand and guide, and talk to you as friends. Once I find out that my students or children have this disease? Young puppy love? They will not hesitate to nip it in the bud, just in case. In fact, where there is oppression, there is resistance. The real master is his own heart, which is pure, and everything in the world is pure and clean. Simplicity is quiet beauty, chaos is chaos.
At this time, the flowers bloom. If you know how to cherish, can many endings be changed? Like the blessings on those beautiful cards? You can fold flowers straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. What are you talking about, school? Love? Or life? In my opinion, whether studying or falling in love is a world of flowers and flowers, an infinite realm of life and an understanding of the soul. When flowers bloom, it is easy to cherish.
Now, I am walking on the old street in my hometown, and the sky is still raining, but the door of memory has been wet. Although I am no longer young, the warm young time is always dripping like this rain, dripping on this old street, dripping on this warm card and dripping in my heart. Let me remember that I will still miss your smiling face.
Sad essay recalling the lush years Part II: The lush years and the cardamom years passed, and we cried and laughed and said that we believed in eternity. Later, even the footsteps felt strange?
We always complain that 45 minutes of class time is too long, as if every minute is a torment. And now I find out that we spent countless 45 minutes. I have persisted, given up, hoped and despaired, and I have spent the time I always thought I could not spend. I will think of my previous troubles, smiles, tears and happiness. There is a saying: when you begin to remember, it means you are old?
I always feel that I haven't grown up, and suddenly I find that I have too many unaccustomed habits, such as painting. I haven't picked up a brush for a long time, such as silence, talking and noise every day, and I began to wonder which is the real me; There are many things that will never become a habit, such as sighing, laughing and crying, such as hiding emotions. After all, nothing can stay the same, even the photos frozen by time will slowly turn yellow under the scouring of time?
Time passes in the rising of the sun and the rising of the moon, and happiness is precipitated in the ups and downs?
I have to admit that I have grown up. Through innocence, through confusion, to the future. Those rights that belong to children will no longer be owned.
If you make a mistake, you can't use it anymore? I'm still a kid. As an excuse; Don't cry when you are sad, it will be very humiliating; When you fail, you can't escape, which will make people look down on you; Can't give up because of a little thing, it will make people despise? Unconsciously, we have changed too much. We have lost too much for those things that have no boundaries. Fortunately, I still have you. I don't know what words to use to sum up these twenty years, such as arrogance or ups and downs.
Those movie-like times have gone away from us for a long time, like a blooming flower, which suddenly deserted the garden and disappeared. I don't know what we will be like in the future. I only hope that you can think of me at any time, just as I can think of you at any time.
If life is a constant song, if time will eventually get old, dear dear, will you accompany me shoulder to shoulder? Dreams are always far away, will you wait for me, no matter how long.
Sad prose recalling the lush years Part III: Time is beautiful, and beauty lies in its passage. Time is beautiful, and beauty lies in its passing, its bravery and its transformation; Its cocoon breaks into a butterfly. Even if it's an earthquake or tsunami, or pink green. Flowers in spring, moon in autumn, snow in summer and winter. It still silently abides by that clarity, that indifference, that unyielding, that persistence, and flows quietly. ? magnificent
The breeze in early summer has brought great vitality. I quietly picked up the piano sound that fell yesterday. Throw it into the charming morning light, and let the long-lost happiness blossom a lilac smile in the faint crimson light. The breeze is so tempting, the depression in my heart is gone, the dream is still there, and Bing Xin is also there. How can you forget what you have never changed! Warm memories, blooming days, a casual greeting. The world is so wonderful that people don't know how to end it.
Years, beautiful and regrettable, affectionate and heartless, rain, ecstasy, wind, screaming and cheering, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, a tree swaying branches, accepting the baptism of wind and rain. It has no heart, but it resists the erosion of wind and rain with heart; It has no hands, but it reaches out to the earth with its feet and stands forever. Freehand brushwork your posture into flying, strengthen your bones and muscles, stretch out a broad dream of shade and block a sky. There is a kind of flower called tears, which is the most beautiful and pure flower in the world. Silent tears, thrilling, instantly soft; Silent sobs shake the soul and make people feel warm. It was originally clean and quiet from the bottom of my heart, crystal clear. Be careful to reach the wound and feel the pain. You might as well freely shed your tears. No need to suppress, no need to collapse; When tears interpret sadness, you will feel that it is not fragile, but a strong beginning.
Like meditation, it is in the depths of time, staring at life, meditating, not dull, not dull, not addicted. It is a kind of rationality of love, a kind of wisdom of thinking for thousands of miles; Insight into the future vision. This is the charm of being prepared for danger in times of peace. It talks to life and meets truth. Traveling in the universe, going up and down, walking around; From meditation, release joys and sorrows, and enjoy chivalrous tenderness. Let's never be lonely.
Midnight is quiet, the fingertips slip by, the words are as soft as the moon, and the pen tip reveals the feelings like water. who is it? Whose clicks are messy? Who is it again? Let whose eyes become confused? Everything is shrouded in the moonlight and night, the wind is thinking, and people are dreaming; Rongcheng, whose distant floors are shrouded in night fog, looks quiet and hazy outside and is in a mysterious vastness. The night is endless, and the road is endless. Since then, whose words have vitality, such as spring breeze, summer rain, Qiu Feng, winter snow. Everything is comfortable, everything is clear, the moon has ups and downs, and the tide rises and falls. Cherish a beauty in your heart, a smile, a indifference, and move forward silently, making life beautiful and years wonderful.
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