Month: January 2014

Three years, Class Three

[Introduction] Sometimes, I really miss those wonderful years, the names I used to be familiar with and the sweet and innocent smiling faces, which always filled my heart with warmth. I like the feeling that my heart is calm like water, and the sound from the wilderness …… the trace of time blowing will never fade in my memory. Three years, three classes. The classroom of class three is always in the remote corner in the West, like a little home Emerald washed away by the lead, which has a natural beauty of simplicity and elegance. Every morning or dusk, warm sunshine comes in slanting from the window. There are always many innocent and happy laughter floating into your ears in the sunshine. Over the past three years, many students have been studying hard, which deeply impressed their minds one by one. In such a sunny and warm afternoon today, I held a cup of tea quietly, drawing the clear and clear past, those innocent smiling faces and those touching moments. In the summer of 2007, the years were drifting quietly, with an inexplicable slight sadness floating in the air. The Song of parting was floating in the corner of the campus. On that June afternoon, the sunshine was dancing in front of my eyes like flowers and butterflies in a feast. My classmates were writing graduation messages. The classroom was very quiet with only the rustle of pens falling on the paper. The atmosphere here was self-evident, looking at these lovely children, a kind of slight sadness came to my heart. They were so simple and their hearts were so immature! Standing in the classroom, the breeze outside the window blew across my cheeks, blowing my scattered hair and blowing a stream of acid in my heart. I still remember that the last party, your music in the rhyme in the love, especially let me move. Ying, like you, I like to wander in sad words, like that kind of slight young feelings, like that kind of fleeting heart. You once said to me that life is like a cloud in the sky, gathering and scattering, scattering and gathering, only hoping that time will take away all the sadness, quietly settle in today’s beauty. In fact, if there is a gathering in life, there will be parting. Parting is for a better gathering in the future. Don’t grieve for today’s passing away, but look forward to tomorrow’s dawn. Before leaving school, Wei and several classmates took photos with me in front of the teaching building. In the clean sunshine, she quietly raised her head, with transparent innocence in her pure black eyes. Such a simple mind and clear smile made you feel inexplicable moved, it reminds me of the long-lost childhood, but I didn’t know how short the happiness was at that time. It is said that the past is like smoke, and what has passed away will eventually become the past, but not all the past can be scattered with the wind like smoke. Those who once gave you happiness and once caused ripples in your heart, the past that once made you feel something and deeply moved by it will surely leave indelible memories in your heart. Remembrance. Sometimes, I really miss those wonderful years, the names I used to be familiar with and the sweet and innocent smiling faces, which always filled my heart with warmth. I like the feeling that my heart is calm like water, the sounds of nature from the wilderness, the quiet wandering under the blue sky and white clouds, listening to the flowing water flowing across the wilderness, and thinking about the long-standing dusty past, happy, sad, unforgettable memory. Farewell, the pure time once; The sunny mood once; The youth in dreams once. Farewell, all kinds of intoxication when the midnight dreams come back. Three years, three classes. Class Three forever. I would like to give this document to the summer passed away in 2007.

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Suddenly one day, I found that I couldn’t write anything, which was indeed a troubling thing. I didn’t even have a way to make a living if I didn’t mention the literary youth. I walked around the house with a depressed cigarette. Now the government has promoted anti-corruption and building a clean government. TV stations are also busy broadcasting gangster movies. They turn on the TV and change several TV stations in succession. All of them are Xin Baiqing who is holding a pistol and fighting with the enemy, or sometimes you smile with your tiger teeth exposed. I don’t like to watch this piece when I was young. The plot is extremely vulgar. The bad guys always succeed all the way. In the end, the leading role still has to devote himself to it. Although the bad guys are subdued, they will still make you cry. Turn off the TV and go back to your room. There was the repeater that Xiao Tang lent to me at the head of the bed, and she habitually took out Pu Shu’s “life like summer flowers” and put it over and over again. If I had heard the pure voice of Pu Shu before, I would have been fascinated by it, but now I just feel that my mind is in a mess. I don’t know whether I have listened to the tape for too long or what, and the voice is so harsh. I turned off the machine a little angrily and wanted to go out for a walk. Two days ago, a few little heads appeared on the edge of the swallow’s nest under my roof, chattering. As soon as I went out, they withdrew their heads in panic. Fortunately, the old swallow didn’t let me touch it, and it was inevitable to hear their hoarse cry, which was so noisy. The temperature has been very high these days. It’s hot and stuffy. The TV is talking about paying attention to heatstroke prevention all day long. Almost no one goes out for a walk at noon, just the hot sun, you just turn around in your yard, and your body looks like a fire. Now everyone is looking forward to the rain, watching the weather forecast on time every day, but the rain never stops, the red sun is still hanging in the sky on time, and today is no exception, so my mind to go out is gone, the feet I just stretched out were received again. I went back to the room and lay on the bed looking at the sky outside the window. The Sun came straight in, stabbing my eyes. I simply pulled over the blanket and covered my head, intending to have a good sleep. But it doesn’t work at all. I had a dream, in which I called at home crazily and told bin that I couldn’t write anything. I almost cried to him about this embarrassment. When I woke up, I went to wash my face angrily, only to find that the water tank was empty. So I thought about going to pump water. Although it was already three o’clock in the afternoon, the sun was still burning and causing headache. I took the risk of heatstroke and took a small washbasin to receive water there, it took almost half an hour for the water to come out. As you expected, the pump motor is broken again. I had no choice but to go back to the room, sitting under the fan for two hours without moving. I don’t know when the phone rang. I picked it up and said it was for me to check the scores of the senior high school entrance examination. This reminds me again that the college entrance examination results will come out two days later. This is the second time for me to go back to school this year, which is already unbearable, but what is more unbearable is that I still failed in the exam this year. I am a face-saving person. When I was just in my fifth year of high school, everyone said that I couldn’t be calm in my heart when I was in my fifth year of high school. When I opened the textbook, I always felt that it shouldn’t be my life any more. My mind is loose. Every student can’t take the main task of learning to heart and do something messy. I feel guilty when I think of this, but what can I do? It has passed, and it is too late to regret. I don’t know when I am too lazy to write a diary. As I said, I can no longer write anything. But this is not good. So I took out the paper and written test to write something. I opened the small fan and sat beside the bed to persuade myself to write something carefully, thinking about what else you can do if you don’t write something, how can you do heavy work if you are thin and weak like a girl. I tried to persuade myself like an old maid. Later, I finally wrote, and I also wrote a lot, which never stopped. But when I looked back, I realized that what I wrote was all the classic Journal words like what I did first and then what I did again. The score finally came out. I was afraid that my mother would be sad when she heard it, so I secretly checked it when she went to work in the early morning. 445 points. I thought I might have misheard it. Yes, my mind might be a little muddy when I just got up, so I found a pen and a piece of paper to check it again. I watched the admission ticket numbers input carefully one by one, I hope there can be miracles. But God didn’t meet people’s wishes, and there was still an old woman saying 445 points dully. When I hung up the phone, I immediately regretted it. I stroked the phone and thought it was my own. What should I do if it broke. So I thought how good it would be to be rich. I didn’t feel distressed at all when watching those rich people on TV. I wanted to make it clear that I had money, so I bought a bunch of phones and put them together, waiting for the day when I got angry and fell. She was very sad when I told my mother 445 points timidly, she murmured, “You see, you don’t study hard and you get retribution.” You see, you used to go to high school with other people Xiaobin. Now they are all Sophomore. You see, you are too late to say anything. “at that time, you should have studied hard. I knew that my mother would say these things. It was really my fault. I had to listen honestly no matter how annoying I was. She paused for a few seconds and suddenly said, “This is strange. Why don’t you bother at all. Yes, I am thinking in my heart, Xiaohe, what’s wrong with you? Why are you not sad at all. Am I really not sad? I used to try the image as usual. When encountering troubles, I shed tears and talked to my friends, but later I found that it was useless at all. You just cry your eyes out and tell your lips through the cruel reality. It is still cruel and nothing will change. It is just an empty and sad scene. So I felt so bored. I think, boredom itself may be a kind of sadness. It is not specifically expressed by what state, but the deepest sadness. My mother has been discussing with me about letting me go to Beijing to work these days. She thinks that I should go out to exercise. There are already dozens of people who don’t understand anything, sometimes I suddenly said that one day I should go to learn motorcycle. The second son of the family could drive a tricycle when he was only eight years old. She even hid mysteriously when a female classmate called me someday, I will ask if I am talking with others later. Now my mother is very clear to tell me that you can marry a wife for me if you have not learned well. What kind of life is this? Sometimes when I think of it, I will laugh at myself, and just laugh at myself. The recent life has always been like this, boring, boring, boring. I tried to use the poorest words to describe it. I was busy searching for everything available in my mind but found a vast expanse of white. Yes, I don’t know how to write anymore. When I was not able to write something, I would smoke a kind of inferior cigarette with annoyance. I would take a small bench and sit at the door to watch the secular life outside, which was very dull and dull. I would smoke while thinking dully, what on earth is going on and what’s wrong? Why can’t I write anything. This is really a puzzling question. I thought.

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Stay alone in the sky, stay alone for a moment, and enjoy a lonely life. The sail of time flickered my dream like this, so struggle became my constant steps in this life. Searching and searching, along the way, I am climbing, chasing and exploring. Through the window, through the night, through the neon of the city, I saw me once. My study was once a traveling bag that I couldn’t lift or put aside. Book Mountain sea, morning reading, Lamp Desk, scenery rustling, things changed, I finally harvest a little joy of achievements. Holding this joy, I am looking for a piece of heaven and earth belonging to myself, just like a bird in a cage that has just been released. Yes, I am just a bird that can fly, embracing every opportunity to fly with immature wings, and constantly enriching my wings. Finally, I found the hot soil I love. I breathed the pure air to my heart’s content, and kept busy for a moment. I poured all my enthusiasm into this small hot land without reservation. I have also gained a lot, and I firmly believe that this will be the most unforgettable post station in my life. But every time facing the moonlight night, when thinking alone, I find that I have lost a lot at the same time. I want to balance the two, but I can’t do anything about it. Because I love it so much, my words spread to every corner of the campus through the live broadcast room. I love it so much. Sitting in front of the microphone, I spread my voice out of the live broadcast room and to every classroom. However, in my life, besides my ideal pursuit, there are also relatives who love me and I also love deeply. That thick family affection has made me shed tears of moving for countless times, yuqi was the parent who gave birth to me and raised me, so I often asked myself: parents, the kindness is as deep as the sea, how can I repay! I love each other, why do I do it? After crying and hurting, I still had to move forward to the next post station. A moment of silence, a day of empty. The sail of fate drifted in my footsteps like this. My wandering footsteps have never thought where to stay and where is my destination. The tide comes and goes, the origin is gone, the flowers bloom and fade, the sunrise and sunset, and the transformation of all things form a world; The joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, seven disasters and six difficulties, happiness and longevity share together, forming a life. In the vast world of people, I am shuttling back and forth. Although life does not give me happiness and happiness, I have never complained about life. In frustration, I have learned to be strong and how to face difficulties; In confusion, I have never lost confidence in life because I love life. In fact, life will not treat anyone unfairly, nor will it be partial. Everyone standing on the horizon of thinking is equal, but everyone has different fates because of their different pursuits. How many times do you feel when the sky is empty? The fate is like the tide, it is the arrangement of life, or the unintentional encounter. In the moonlight like water, I gained love. Entering a happy marriage. I feel the beauty and agility of my pregnant life, and enjoy the happiness of my husband and wife. The moment I hold up my new life, I feel like embracing the whole world. Since then, my husband and son have become the whole of my life after dinner. My dreams and persistence have been stranded in oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. I haven’t tasted them carefully, and they are all in a hurry like running water. The pride and self-esteem seem to no longer belong to me. How will I trace the lost time?! The silence of the night, the darkness of the heart. When the flowers fall slightly, who can relieve the sadness? Gently shake off the dust on my body, but it is a vacant place. I often open QQ casually at any time, and then find a music or song suitable for myself, immerse myself in it, do not think about what the future will be, do not ask where to go tomorrow, just let the mood indulge at this moment. Only at this moment, in my own world, can my mood be so restless. Those who know me call me worry, and those who don’t know me call me what I want. I often hide my sorrow in my heart, let the music blow away and let the song listen. Keep loneliness and taste loneliness in a quiet space. Thousands of things in mind, thousands of thoughts, abandon the roadside, no one will say! If you abandon me, the day of yesterday cannot be left. If you disturb my heart, today’s day will be more troublesome. When did I have a lot of inexplicable troubles? My heart is no longer as quiet as the moon. Is this growth? Today is not yesterday? The vast sea of people, only the moon is the bosom heart! A piece of music, a piece of bitterness. Under the silent night sky, my heart is messy…..

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