"The qilin races through the marshes, while bears and tigers roam free in their pen." The famous Class Eight was always making a racket and taking the school by storm. We wanted to escape, escape the so-called high school entrance exam and the so-called parting, and run across the marshes. Back then, we all believed we had strength to spare, more than enough drive and youthful passion to wield a heavy black-iron sword, cleave the gears of time in two, and charge ahead without looking back. But some left and some returned, and in the end we still walked hand in hand toward the final countdown. Could we escape? From the day I enrolled and put on my middle-school uniform, I had been asking myself that. It wasn't until I climbed the steps, put on a little corgi bow tie, and wore a maternity-style plaid skirt that I realized escaping had always been an arrogant claim. We hadn't even seen its shape clearly, so how could we talk about getting away from it? Once I understood, I found peace. It was just a pity that by then I'd reached the end of the red carpet at the send-off ceremony, and the cheers had already faded away. All that remained was an expressionless iron fence, forever cutting us off from the warmth swaying across the school's concrete grounds. The sun still shines. The boy's face has lost its pride and innocence, while the years have etched countless indelible marks at his temples. She can find Class Eight now. The qilin's speakers have never broken again, and the fifth floor is no longer a terrifying height. But the people there are gone for good, just like the stack of exam papers tossed away on the last day of the entrance exams: they turned once in the air, and after all the commotion, left no trace. In the end, we escaped everything we once hated. We just didn't cheer with smiles anymore; our eyes were red. So much has happened in the blink of an eye. Time spares no one.
Premise:
Seeing Xiaoxiao write this whole article of three years worth of memories in such a wonderful style, but I am not at all relieved. She is still so childish, sad and confused about her youth and separation.
She has always been a child with a curious mind, the most easily hurt by seeing things, and also sad for spring and autumn. When I sat at the same table with her at that time, I was deeply aware of the wide range of her thoughts.
Her compositions have always been full of praise in the eyes of Sun Ma (except for some that are off-topic), but there are still a lot of children's minds in the several essays that are written eloquently from the south to the north, from the early spring to the late autumn, from the sunrise to the sunset, from the babbling to the door.
Titled "Beautiful Bloom", she was able to derive the true meaning of her own growth from the epiphyllum that fell all over the ground one night after an old woman's advice that she didn't know was true or false.
Using the two words "Concern" as the title, she was able to derive the main theme of the entire text from the rise and fall of the white orchid tree;
In the composition of fate, she could start from reading Chinese books comfortably in the grass, recalling the confusion of her childhood, and then drifting to the free and easy "walking to the water poor, sitting and watching the clouds rise", and finally ended with the lyrics of the ending song of "Nirvana in Fire", which made the teacher who corrected the essay deeply feel that her skills were profound and her character was extremely high.
I'm really not as good as her in terms of writing skills. I still don't have the skill to write a farewell speech of several thousand words at every turn, or to open up holes when I disagree, so at this point I just sit back and watch the senior players silently.
At that time, when I saw the sensational words she wrote about parting, I was still a little touched in my heart.
After all, we are all youth experiencers, young people who unleash themselves on the stage. How could it be possible if we are not touched at all?
It's just that my perception is much lighter than hers after all. Just like the difference in our writing styles and our completely different ideas, the state of mind between Xiaoxiao and I is much greater than the age difference between us.
She is the child who loves to indulge in her childish fantasies, and I am the person who clearly separates fantasy from reality even though I have unrealistic fantasies.
I don't know if I'm too premature or lack of emotion. Although sometimes I envy those children who are fooled by instructors but are still excited and screaming to experience the youth labeled as hot-blooded.
But in fact, I understand myself so clearly——
Don't want to be deceived and exploited by any high-sounding reasons, would rather lose some crazy emotions and live a clear and calm life
——Every gain must come with a loss. Since I live a casual and indifferent life and don't want to add more energy and emotion to anything, what if I see less of the scenery of the world?
"Teacher's Interesting Talks" - three articles in total cannot describe the interesting and joyful things among our teachers. Of course, there are painful things among them, just like some irresponsible people at that time who left the history teacher out of anger, made Mi Xu sick, and made Aunt Jiang unable to sleep all night long.
But when you look back, you no longer have the unexplainable meaning at that time. The self-blame and resentment you felt at that time are not enough to change anything now. Everything is still the same. No matter how hard you try, you still can't stand the indifference, carelessness and indifference of others who will destroy you with every gesture. No matter how hard you try, you can't erase the scars imprinted on the teacher's heart.
"I am the only one who is still walking forward and has no time to look back at the past, because tears and rain will only make me unable to see the future clearly."
These words were written by Xiao Xiao, and they are somewhat lyrical, but I feel a little ruthless and want to laugh.
"Tears and rain"?
It seems to be as picturesque as a movie shot. It was raining that day on the road where the teenagers were bidding farewell in front of the school, but none of us held up an umbrella. We let the rain fall and let the tears flow. We said goodbye to the alma mater that had carefully raised us in the past three years. We accepted the farewells of our junior students and received their rainbow-colored lollipops. We felt sweet in our mouths but bitter in our hearts? !
How is that possible?
Farewell is sad, helpless, and there are words that I didn't have time to say, but so what?
We broke up, said goodbye, and said goodbye. We will rarely see each other again, so what?
There is no banquet in the world that never ends. No one will stay with you and spend the long river of life with you. Parting is bound to happen. Don't we already know that?
We have known for a long time that we have to say goodbye, when and under what circumstances we have to say goodbye, leaving our alma mater, teachers, and classmates. This is something we have known for a long time, so why invest so much useless and sad emotions?
——Perhaps it's to appreciate the colorfulness of life. But I don't want to.
"At that moment, I suddenly thought, why didn't I hold a bouquet of locust flowers..."
I also had such regrets when I was in the second grade of junior high school.
It was when Mi Xu was pregnant, and she was so angry at the "ignorant" brats in our class. At that time, I remember it was in the morning, Mi Xu came to the class and thanked the little cotton-padded jacket in our class for helping her clean the water cups and teapots that were suspected to have been drilled by mice early in the morning. They were still like this the next day.
At that time, I thought about going with Brother Man and the others, but in the end I didn't go.
I don't want to say anything about regrets now, and I don't dare to think about regrets. That was caused by my own cowardice and timidity. How dare you regret or feel sorry?
"The word 'final' has so much weight that when it hits us, we are confused. We have no time to say goodbye, no time to say thank you, no time to apologize."
I feel the strong wind brought by the sharp arrows that pass by like time. I feel the unforgettable speed and ruthlessness of time. I feel the responsibilities of those young people who grow up in an instant and slowly take over the burdens that belong to us from the shoulders of our parents. But we have known this from the elders for a long time, so how can we shirk the fact that time flies by and we have no time to say goodbye, no time to say thank you, no time to apologize?
We have long known that time waits for no one and life passes by in the blink of an eye, so why can't we cherish the days when we get together to laugh and make up for what we owe?
Probably because we can't bear to part with it.
Who would be willing to prepare to say goodbye in advance and spend today's good time making jokes to say those useless epilogues?
Who is willing to give it up?
But, no matter how reluctant you are, it will happen, right?
So I try hard to cherish, retain, and enjoy everything I can still feel, so that when I look back, I will only have memories and no regrets.
I have always taken farewell lightly. When I graduated from elementary school, I was very confused as to why so many people were crying, but I didn't feel sad at all about farewell.
Later I discovered that maybe I took these things very lightly.
You already know the ending, so why are you still crying so uncontrollably? I have understood these principles for a long time, so I don't feel anything at all.
"We put on our school uniforms early and walked to the familiar school gate, but suddenly we discovered that we had graduated."
This is a short paragraph I wrote when I was still naive and naive. At that time, I felt sad about parting, but now it seems that I only want to laugh.
As long as people meet, there will be parting, and parting is for the next encounter.
I always like this saying. I will not fight against the inevitable fate, nor do I care about fate. I just want to know the truth of my feelings, have fun, and let the rest go.
If you don't climb mountains, you don't know how high the sky is; if you don't go to deep valleys, you don't know how thick the earth is.
Young man, there is no need to be sad about separation. You must know that the sky in the distance is your future where you can show off your talents.
Parting or whatever, let it go;
Get the hell out of yourself if you're sad or anything like that!
The spring breeze is so proud that you can't wear your shoes. Don't laugh at the crazy young man.
Hearing willow trees fall apart to remember separation is worse than riding a horse in Chang'an!
I thought about it, how about I write an article and you can post it as a side story. It's hard for me to write in the article.
I will probably write an article about this matter and put it in my article, and I will let you know when the time comes.
In addition to good looks, except for the type
I wasn't on duty that day, I just took leave in the afternoon and saw it when I came back to get my schoolbag.
The person who was sent the official email was a history teacher in the first grade of junior high school.
If you say this, Mi Xu is not afraid of being beaten?
I must say something
First of all, the fight between our class and Class 12 was not in the class, but in the corridor between the two classes, and no one from their class could enter our class. More importantly, the student on duty in our class did not run away. I was on duty that week. I just controlled Hao and didn't let him, a three-year-old kid, rush out and cause trouble in the corridor. Who dares to cause trouble in our class when I am in charge? Our duty students are in a state of standing by and watching, a state of "not causing trouble and not being afraid of it". What you said is biased.
However, at that time you said you were scared by Class 12 in the club, did you think I was not? Hold head high?
At that time, our club happened to meet the monitor of their class. Wow, it was very scary. Several students from Class 12 were crying and scolding our class members while crying. The teacher even went up to hand over a tissue. The teacher asked her why she was disrupting the order of the class. She was told that we were in a bad mood right now. I was just okay. I was too lazy to cause trouble anyway, so she didn't say that we were in Class 8.
Summary: We are just lazy and too lazy to have sex with others. Our sense of collective honor is much weaker than their chicken-blooded ones. But I think this is a more rational performance. If we are too protective of our shortcomings, we can easily be exploited by others.
It's all thanks to our Mi Xu. Our Class 8 is calm, calm, rational, strong and the best!
I don't remember you shooting a medicine ball at that time.
And why haven't I heard that joke?
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This is romance. . . ? ! ~
Seeing Xiaoxiao write this whole article of three years worth of memories in such a wonderful style, but I am not at all relieved. She is still so childish, sad and confused about her youth and separation. She has always been a child with a curious mind, the most easily hurt by seeing things, and also sad for spring and autumn. When I sat at the same table with her at that time, I was deeply aware of the wide range of her thoughts. Her compositions have always been full of praise in the eyes of Sun Ma (except for some that are off-topic), but there are still a lot of children's minds in the several essays that are written eloquently from the south to the north, from the early spring to the late autumn, from the sunrise to the sunset, from the babbling to the door. Titled "Beautiful Bloom", she was able to derive the true meaning of her own growth from the epiphyllum that fell all over the ground one night after an old woman's advice that she didn't know was true or false. Using the two words "Concern" as the title, she was able to derive the main theme of the entire text from the rise and fall of the white orchid tree; In the composition of fate, she could start from reading Chinese books comfortably in the grass, recalling the confusion of her childhood, and then drifting to the free and easy "walking to the water poor, sitting and watching the clouds rise", and finally ended with the lyrics of the ending song of "Nirvana in Fire", which made the teacher who corrected the essay deeply feel that her skills were profound and her character was extremely high. I'm really not as good as her in terms of writing skills. I still don't have the skill to write a farewell speech of several thousand words at every turn, or to open up holes when I disagree, so at this point I just sit back and watch the senior players silently. At that time, when I saw the sensational words she wrote about parting, I was still a little touched in my heart. After all, we are all youth experiencers, young people who unleash themselves on the stage. How could it be possible if we are not touched at all? It's just that my perception is much lighter than hers after all. Just like the difference in our writing styles and our completely different ideas, the state of mind between Xiaoxiao and I is much greater than the age difference between us. She is the child who loves to indulge in her childish fantasies, and I am the person who clearly separates fantasy from reality even though I have unrealistic fantasies. I don't know if I'm too premature or lack of emotion. Although sometimes I envy those children who are fooled by instructors but are still excited and screaming to experience the youth labeled as hot-blooded. But in fact, I understand myself so clearly—— Don't want to be deceived and exploited by any high-sounding reasons, would rather lose some crazy emotions and live a clear and calm life ——Every gain must come with a loss. Since I live a casual and indifferent life and don't want to add more energy and emotion to anything, what if I see less of the scenery of the world? "Teacher's Interesting Talks" - three articles in total cannot describe the interesting and joyful things among our teachers. Of course, there are painful things among them, just like some irresponsible people at that time who left the history teacher out of anger, made Mi Xu sick, and made Aunt Jiang unable to sleep all night long. But when you look back, you no longer have the unexplainable meaning at that time. The self-blame and resentment you felt at that time are not enough to change anything now. Everything is still the same. No matter how hard you try, you still can't stand the indifference, carelessness and indifference of others who will destroy you with every gesture. No matter how hard you try, you can't erase the scars imprinted on the teacher's heart. "I am the only one who is still walking forward and has no time to look back at the past, because tears and rain will only make me unable to see the future clearly." These words were written by Xiao Xiao, and they are somewhat lyrical, but I feel a little ruthless and want to laugh. "Tears and rain"? It seems to be as picturesque as a movie shot. It was raining that day on the road where the teenagers were bidding farewell in front of the school, but none of us held up an umbrella. We let the rain fall and let the tears flow. We said goodbye to the alma mater that had carefully raised us in the past three years. We accepted the farewells of our junior students and received their rainbow-colored lollipops. We felt sweet in our mouths but bitter in our hearts? ! How is that possible? Farewell is sad, helpless, and there are words that I didn't have time to say, but so what? We broke up, said goodbye, and said goodbye. We will rarely see each other again, so what? There is no banquet in the world that never ends. No one will stay with you and spend the long river of life with you. Parting is bound to happen. Don't we already know that? We have known for a long time that we have to say goodbye, when and under what circumstances we have to say goodbye, leaving our alma mater, teachers, and classmates. This is something we have known for a long time, so why invest so much useless and sad emotions? ——Perhaps it's to appreciate the colorfulness of life. But I don't want to. "At that moment, I suddenly thought, why didn't I hold a bouquet of locust flowers..." I also had such regrets when I was in the second grade of junior high school. It was when Mi Xu was pregnant, and she was so angry at the "ignorant" brats in our class. At that time, I remember it was in the morning, Mi Xu came to the class and thanked the little cotton-padded jacket in our class for helping her clean the water cups and teapots that were suspected to have been drilled by mice early in the morning. They were still like this the next day. At that time, I thought about going with Brother Man and the others, but in the end I didn't go. I don't want to say anything about regrets now, and I don't dare to think about regrets. That was caused by my own cowardice and timidity. How dare you regret or feel sorry? "The word 'final' has so much weight that when it hits us, we are confused. We have no time to say goodbye, no time to say thank you, no time to apologize." I feel the strong wind brought by the sharp arrows that pass by like time. I feel the unforgettable speed and ruthlessness of time. I feel the responsibilities of those young people who grow up in an instant and slowly take over the burdens that belong to us from the shoulders of our parents. But we have known this from the elders for a long time, so how can we shirk the fact that time flies by and we have no time to say goodbye, no time to say thank you, no time to apologize? We have long known that time waits for no one and life passes by in the blink of an eye, so why can't we cherish the days when we get together to laugh and make up for what we owe? Probably because we can't bear to part with it. Who would be willing to prepare to say goodbye in advance and spend today's good time making jokes to say those useless epilogues? Who is willing to give it up? But, no matter how reluctant you are, it will happen, right? So I try hard to cherish, retain, and enjoy everything I can still feel, so that when I look back, I will only have memories and no regrets. I have always taken farewell lightly. When I graduated from elementary school, I was very confused as to why so many people were crying, but I didn't feel sad at all about farewell. Later I discovered that maybe I took these things very lightly. You already know the ending, so why are you still crying so uncontrollably? I have understood these principles for a long time, so I don't feel anything at all. "We put on our school uniforms early and walked to the familiar school gate, but suddenly we discovered that we had graduated." This is a short paragraph I wrote when I was still naive and naive. At that time, I felt sad about parting, but now it seems that I only want to laugh. As long as people meet, there will be parting, and parting is for the next encounter. I always like this saying. I will not fight against the inevitable fate, nor do I care about fate. I just want to know the truth of my feelings, have fun, and let the rest go. If you don't climb mountains, you don't know how high the sky is; if you don't go to deep valleys, you don't know how thick the earth is. Young man, there is no need to be sad about separation. You must know that the sky in the distance is your future where you can show off your talents. Parting or whatever, let it go; Get the hell out of yourself if you're sad or anything like that! The spring breeze is so proud that you can't wear your shoes. Don't laugh at the crazy young man. Hearing willow trees fall apart to remember separation is worse than riding a horse in Chang'an!
I thought about it, how about I write an article and you can post it as a side story. It's hard for me to write in the article.
I will probably write an article about this matter and put it in my article, and I will let you know when the time comes.
In addition to good looks, except for the type
I wasn't on duty that day, I just took leave in the afternoon and saw it when I came back to get my schoolbag.
The person who was sent the official email was a history teacher in the first grade of junior high school.
If you say this, Mi Xu is not afraid of being beaten?
I must say something First of all, the fight between our class and Class 12 was not in the class, but in the corridor between the two classes, and no one from their class could enter our class. More importantly, the student on duty in our class did not run away. I was on duty that week. I just controlled Hao and didn't let him, a three-year-old kid, rush out and cause trouble in the corridor. Who dares to cause trouble in our class when I am in charge? Our duty students are in a state of standing by and watching, a state of "not causing trouble and not being afraid of it". What you said is biased. However, at that time you said you were scared by Class 12 in the club, did you think I was not? Hold head high? At that time, our club happened to meet the monitor of their class. Wow, it was very scary. Several students from Class 12 were crying and scolding our class members while crying. The teacher even went up to hand over a tissue. The teacher asked her why she was disrupting the order of the class. She was told that we were in a bad mood right now. I was just okay. I was too lazy to cause trouble anyway, so she didn't say that we were in Class 8. Summary: We are just lazy and too lazy to have sex with others. Our sense of collective honor is much weaker than their chicken-blooded ones. But I think this is a more rational performance. If we are too protective of our shortcomings, we can easily be exploited by others. It's all thanks to our Mi Xu. Our Class 8 is calm, calm, rational, strong and the best!
I don't remember you shooting a medicine ball at that time. And why haven't I heard that joke?