It doesn’t rain a lot in Qingdao. The sky has been foggy recently and there isn’t much sunshine. This is rare weather in school. It rained a few days ago, which reminded me to write this article. What comes to mind is just a title. As for what to write about, I really can’t think of it.
I once recited Yu Guangzhong's prose "Listen to the Cold Rain" very seriously. It was an excerpt from a Chinese teacher who asked us to recite it that makes me sick even thinking about it.
My reason tells me that what disgusts me is his character, not the Chinese language he teaches. Just like a person you hate, there will always be some bright spots, even if we always selectively ignore it.
It is undeniable that "Listen to the Cold Rain" is my favorite article in all middle school textbooks, not one, but the only one. At least that's the case for now, that hasn't changed yet.
In fact, one of the scariest things in middle school was to read the entire book aloud and memorize it! back! Recite! I think I have never really recited it seriously. I may be too confident, so I am too lazy to recite it. I am simply lucky and rarely get asked to recite the text.
I think most of the students in Shandong have read this article. Who can have complete resistance to beautiful things? Article writers always like to make their articles very gorgeous and beautiful in the early stage. It is best to add a few sentences that others cannot understand to make them look outstanding. Well, it's like someone would really watch.
Read various ancient poems, memorize various Song lyrics, graceful style, because of its beauty. Then you go through a lot of trouble to select a few words and put them in your article. It is best if someone is willing to ask. Then you clear your throat and tell them: the source of such and such a word is a certain line of a certain poem, and who wrote this poem. of. Indescribable enjoyment.
Just like now, if "Zebra Zebra" is not playing in the headphones, and if you have not been to Dali and Tibet during your travels, you will be embarrassed to say that you are artistic. People around me can't hide their yearning for travel, but the more they yearn for it, the more afraid they become, fearing that it won't be what they imagined. In fact, people are very selfish. I bet that people who really like Song Dongye must be conflicted in their hearts. They don't want him to be popular because it will ruin the street, but they can't bear that he is not popular because they like him. Although I have always felt that the people who cover his songs seem to sing better than him.
The person who likes to make his articles extraordinarily gorgeous, who likes to go to great lengths to come up with lyrics, and who likes all kinds of ballads, is Qiling who is writing now.
Two years ago, Dali, Lijiang, and Fenghuang were the places I felt I had to go, but now I feel very lonely.
A lot can change in two years. The past is like smoke across the sea, listen to the cold rain.
He is not a person who is nostalgic for the past and cannot get out of it, but a person who is unwilling to forget. A few years ago, literature and art was a complimentary term, but now it has become a disgusting term. Goddess was still synonymous with Audrey Hepburn and Sophie Marceau, but now everyone can claim them as long as they have a better mobile phone.
I have always believed that the generation born in the 1990s is a generation without "memories". They are always moving from place to place. The people around them change quickly. The places I once remembered have disappeared without knowing when. It will be demolished and rebuilt, and even the things you love will pass away due to unknown reasons. Our memory has no place to stay. Isn’t the ancient house gone?
Wherever I feel at ease, this is my hometown.
Everything that happened in the past will never leave you, it will just be hidden in the deepest part of your memory.
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I don’t know how many times I have said these words to comfort myself and others. In fact, they are still very useful. Recently, it has become more and more useless. Everything will always break out at the same time, not just you.
For example, at that moment, people around you start to get divorced in large numbers, as if they have agreed upon it. Or, at a certain time, you will find that people around you have encountered more or less misfortune and hardship. I could say it was fate, but it should be more said that it was a pebble that suddenly fell into the lake.
In fact, I recommend everyone to recall their past. I write diaries, space talks, and diaries. Even when QQ space is about to be eliminated, I still don’t want to give up. And I won’t delete it, I just feel that at a certain moment, there can be a place that reminds you of how wonderful you were many years ago.
Including writing articles today, this is still the case. As the number of people increases, the less able they are to write their own articles. When there are few people, I can be what I like and be happy. Gradually I can no longer think like this because I am afraid that my unreasonable thoughts will affect you and I am too arrogant.
The past is separated by the sea, the ancient house is not there, listen to the cold rain.
So, now, I like you in any way, as long as it doesn’t go against my true heart and my sincerity.