Some thoughts about reading the past events in the south of the city 1
Originally, "The Past Events in the South of the City" was a kind of quiet sadness, and those south of the city were far away and confused; The so-called old things may be covered with a faint wood brown.
Actually, I haven't read this book yet, just some ideas brought to me by the title.
If I were asked to write my "Old Things in the South of the City", it would only be a memory when I was young. Now those old things are too far away. Whether it is the same as before, sitting in front of the window watching peers play; Is it that when you walk to the door with your schoolbag on your back, you smell the fragrance of your mother's food? Is it just blindfolding others and clamoring for them to guess who I am? Is it after the attack of the cool breeze again and again that you stubbornly tell others that I'm not cold < P > and those memories are not knock knock, and they just flood in? Maybe my brain has been swallowed up long ago, and the workload of brain cells is several times higher than usual. I still remember that I didn't like talking before, and I was slapped by my father once because I didn't like talking. After many years, my face still hurts faintly. In fact-many memories are sweet honey, many memories are refreshing cold air, and many memories are sharp knives!
When I entered junior high school, I found that I had lost a lot of things: my friends and teachers in primary school, and that innocent mentality. Maybe friends and teachers still have a chance to meet, can that mentality be recovered? Instead, it is a feeling of boating in the sea. It seems that there is no end to the vast expanse, and occasionally there will be storms, but fortunately, I have more time to enjoy the scenery at sea. As the saying goes, if you give up, you will get it. What I give up and get can be offset? Fortunately, when I entered junior high school, I met many people and brought me a lot. They were different from primary schools. Friends in primary school, like players' home wine, have a good time and have no troubles. Junior high school friends, they are warm and lovely, although sometimes speaking hurts people, but everyone is very good ~
When they find that their Chinese is poor, their feelings can't be written. Maybe everyone has some feelings and can't describe them in words, because they can't even understand themselves. Immersed in memories, I realized that it was not so easy to go back to the past.
I should also think about my past in the south of the city!
Some thoughts about writing about the past events in the south of the city. 2
No matter what, in Lin Haiyin's memory, every memory is equally wonderful. Because it is always remembering, always sprinkling his innocence on the memory petals, and keeping the memory petals fresh forever.
Lin Haiyin transformed the bead curtain of childhood memories into a gorgeous pen, and recorded the memories forever with delicate strokes. He used his innocence and maturity to play wonderful music for Old Things in the South of the City, and painted colorful pictures for these boring memories with his heart.
In fact, the memory exists for the sweetness when recalling, only for the beauty when describing, and the memory will be gorgeous only because we often recall and often moisten those memories with our hearts.
refresh our memories! Let the memory have its existence value, and let the memory enrich our life, so that the past will never be boring and the memory will not be annoying. Even if we fail, we should make it the cornerstone of our future success.
Some thoughts about reading the old stories in the south of the city. 3
Dad's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child. This is just a small piece of memento mori in Lin Haiyin's heart, and the complete gem in her heart has been pieced together into a complete past by her with a single word, and connected into a gorgeous memory bead curtain.,,,,,,, < P > My childhood is full of experience of trying and growing up, which can be condensed into countless petals. Pieces of gorgeous and extraordinary petals have been floating in my heart, as if there has been a rain of flowers that will never stop in my heart, dancing and emitting the breath of the past.
raise your hand and gently catch one! The story of Huian Pavilion has re-entered my sight. Xiuzhen and Niu, bad karma's mother and daughter, met in Huian Pavilion, respectively, and because I also participated in the battle of fate, the girl was sent back to her mother Xiuzhen. Finally, Xiuzhen and Niu left, leaving this Beiping city with painful memories. Which permanent freeze frame was made for this petal by forgetting?
Take a petal that fell on your hair and remember it carefully. There is no superfluous words on this petal, only a short poem connects all the past events contained in it: < P > Let's go to see the sea!
let's see the sea!
On the blue sea,
white sails are flying.
The golden red sun,
rises from the sea,
shines on the sea surface and the bow.
let's see the sea!
let's see the sea!
In an instant, a petal with the flavor of life touched my eyelashes, gently landed at my feet, and turned into a dynamic painting to tell a story in front of me. After Aunt Lan stayed in my house, she was full of jealousy, but her head was full of smiles. Finally, Uncle Dexian and Aunt Lan have lovers in my house, and all shall be well. Our family can be called a big matchmaker!
The petals full of the last trace of childhood show his maturity. My father traveled to another world on the day when I got my diploma, and on the day when I started to be a director. His flowers fell, and the soul of the flowers followed my father. I began to understand that I should learn to be an adult and take care of myself and others. I really grew up.
If you leave the sea of flowers, you should move towards marriage and life. My marriage reflects the rise and fall of a big family, showing many incomplete feelings and constant silk. In the journey of marriage, I walked for a long time. I witnessed the complete disintegration from the big family to the small family, and witnessed the changes of the times. At the same time, on this road, I went to Taiwan Province. Beiping City, a green glazed tile, disappeared from sight long ago and was left buried under the clouds. It will give us infinite memories.,,,,,,, < P > Some thoughts about reading the old things in the south of the city. School starts! Every grass and tree on campus has spent another year of glory and decay, nearly a month apart, although the grass is sparse and the wood is withered, it is as kind as ever; Familiar doors and windows, classrooms, and that path are only covered with a faint layer of dust. Dear teachers and students, with smiles and blessings, the ancients said: If we don't see each other for a day, like Sanqiu, what about us? Laughter keeps flying out of the office and classroom? Talking about interesting things, exchanging gains and tasting the dust of new clothes.
The old year has passed and the new year has begun. In the new semester, we should do every obligation well. Ding Rinrin! Ding Rinrin! With the ringing of the bell, the students who played wild were brought into the purified school. It was a long time before all the students in our class arrived. Why is this? Are some students reluctant, or have they forgotten that this is a bell ringing, or? The teacher talked with Kan Kan on the stage, and we listened quietly below. I think students not only don't fight and call names, but also unite and help each other. It's really like a happy family. In class, students listen carefully, speak actively, ask questions if they don't understand, and no one keeps people away. I feel happy and feel gratified for the teacher. Doesn't this make us feel kind and comfortable? Send out new books! It's the loud voice of our class calling Zhang Fei! The male students in the class are scrambling, and the male students in the class are scrambling. We waited for a long time at the place where the books were moved before moving to the book. I took a stack of books. I was really tired.
It can be said that my first day life, no matter when and where, is as bright as the bright sun, as open-minded as a young eagle soaring in the sky, and as all-encompassing as the vast sea. It will benefit us all our lives-make us full of vigor, confidence and creativity! Make our life beautiful and colorful!
Some thoughts about writing about the past in the south of the city. 5
Dad's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child! Chewing this sentence gently, it has already rotted in the mouth. Thinking, recalling my childhood!
how much we like to grow taller and become adults, and how afraid are we? When we come back to primary school, no matter how tall and big we are, teacher! You will always treat me like a child!
after reading this, I deeply felt how wonderful my childhood was. Innocent and flawless, I always do one stupid thing after another. There are always so many things you don't understand. A red face and obsessed eyes always make adults laugh. How much I miss my childhood now, I am nostalgic and reluctant. There is only one childhood, and time can't go back. I really feel sorry for my childhood and the campus I am leaving.
Lin Haiyin is going to graduate, so am I. In a blink of an eye, I, who was hiding behind my mother and still angry, who sent my big brother and sister away for five years, has now become a graduate!
I can't help laughing when I think about the stupid things I did in my childhood, but I am inexplicably disappointed at heart. In the evening sunset, I looked naughty at the moon that stayed quietly in the lake, sat on my ass and dreamed of flying! When playing hide-and-seek, I stuffed my head into the curtain and waited for my mother to arrest me. In the country, pointing to a group of white swans and mistaking them for ducks, but I will never do such a stupid thing again. Childhood is gradually leaving me.
Childhood is a gift from God, and gifts should be recycled. I want to look back at the stalks of my childhood, but my hands are empty.
Looking back at my six-year primary school life, everything seems to have happened yesterday, from the empty window guardrail to the English letters on it. From three teaching buildings to four buildings, from brown outer walls to red couplets, it's really sad, but how can I stay in the footsteps of time! It quietly took away my childhood, leaving only memories for me. I prayed for my childhood back, but there was only one childhood, and time could not be turned back.
Looking at the tracks left by the plane, it can't go backwards, and listening to the ticking of the clock, it can't make time to go back!
Dad's flowers have fallen, and I will no longer be a child!
Some thoughts about writing and reading the past events in the south of the city 6
Recently, I was reading an autobiographical novel-the past events in the south of the city. This book contains some interesting stories about Lin Haiyin when she was a child in the south of Beijing.
Hui 'an Pavilion, Let's Watch the Sea and Aunt Lan are written in it. Among them, Hui 'an Pavilion tells about an aunt named Xiuzhen, because Xiuzhen once fell in love with a college student secretly, and then the college student was arrested by the police, and Xiuzhen's daughter, Xiaoguizi, was abandoned by her family, and her life and death were unknown. Later, Xiaoying met the girl, and later found that the girl was Xiaoguizi, so Yingzi went to Xiuzhen, and Xiuzhen took the girl to find her father cheaply. I think this book is very interesting, and there are all kinds of whimsy of Xiaoying in her childhood. In the article, Xiaoying vividly describes the psychology, movements and demeanor of the characters. There are many interesting stories in it. Her life interests are very extensive, but she is a little timid. According to the book, when Xiaoying was a child, she often sat among adults and listened to ghost stories. The more she listened, the more afraid she was, and the more afraid she was, the more she wanted to listen.
Xiaoying's childhood is very innocent, and sometimes she doesn't understand the joys and sorrows of the world. When she grew up, she was full of deep thoughts about her childhood.