In 20 years I'll be 42 years old, have a wife and a child(or children, lol), and will be busy with my family.
Secondly, everyone:
In 20 years I'll be 42 years old, have a wife and a child(or children, lol), and will be busy with my family.
Secondly, everyone:
In 20 years everyone will be 20 years old, some will be born, some will be dead.
Finally, society:
If the current trend continues, the gap between the rich and the poor will become wider and wider; social development will become faster and faster; science and technology will become more and more advanced; the environment will become more and more hostile; the earth may disappear!
Our school in 20 years
When our group of middle-aged people walked into the hall of our alma mater's auditorium, each of them held a CD record in his hand, an old song called "Young Friends Come to Meet". The song contained the words, "Twenty more years, let's meet, the great motherland, how beautiful it should be!" Remember? Twenty years ago we sang this song to bid farewell to our alma mater! From then on we made a promise: in twenty years we will meet again. Go back to our alma mater. To see our dear teachers. Today, twenty years later, we finally came to the appointment.
Twenty years, this appointment is so long. See the sideburns gray teacher! Still that familiar smile, the years of years engraved in the face full of sunny smile, we can not help but tears. Teacher! How are you! It's been twenty years! It's been a long time! We from the youthful young man, young girl, day by day into middle age. Teachers are also reaching retirement age. Dear teachers, classmates. We look at each other with our hands in the air, "Teacher! How have you been?" Old classmate! How have you been? "
Twenty years, this appointment came so fast, we seem to have not had time to prepare a decent gift to the alma mater, to the teacher! The time for the appointment has come. Time flies like an arrow, a snap of the fingers! When we teachers and students meet each other. It seems that there is not much change, that the same window *** read the scene seems to be yesterday.
Twenty years, this about so heavy. Whenever I think of this twenty years after the party. "Raise a glass in praise of heroes, glory belongs to whom?" We wouldn't dare to have the slightest slackness. We these energetic young college students carry the hope of the motherland, the nation's trust, shoulder the burden of the family, head of the unit's beam, step by step through the twenty years, more than seven thousand three hundred days and nights, we have not rested 1 we have not let down the teachers' expectations. When we gather here today. We say to each other, "Teachers, students! Hard work!"
Twenty years, this about there is so dashing! Some of our classmates have become national cadres, pillars. Some have become scholars as teachers or professors, become educators, some become soldiers ~ ` and so on in all walks of life, no matter what you do, the size of your achievements, the height of your position, after all, we are for the community, for the country to make a contribution to when we get together, we raise a glass, looking back, "we can say aloud," we have no shame in mind! "
Twenty years, this long promised date is so fascinating to us! Put down the hands of the work, leave home affairs, from the South, from the North, in order to is to fulfill the promise of twenty years ago, in order to is this twenty years later today, dear teacher, dear classmates 1 we finally meet again! This scene, how can not make people's hearts flutter, tears stained it?
Teachers and students, we embraced each other and cried tears of joy to see each other, the reunion is joyful, but also brief, let us enjoy this brief joy! Let us reminisce and revel to our hearts content.1 Let's meet again: "In another twenty years, we will meet again! At that time, dear old classmates, beloved teachers, you must come!"
The old saying goes: "It's hard to see each other, but it's also hard to say goodbye," but 20 years later, with the rapid development of the information age, the reunion has become "easy to see each other, but it's hard to say goodbye."
In the year 2025 is a cloudless morning, I sent through the messenger to the elementary school classmates of the message receiver, which sends: "Hi! Friends, come to my house tomorrow because I'm going to have a BIRTHDAY PARTY Coordinates are CHINA 20001.789 You guys come straight over! Also I passed a dynamic emoticon (absolutely cool)
By noon, all my classmates had picked up what I had sent and had replied that they would definitely be on time. Bobo studied the Happy Planet Nth generation information contactor (function is to enter the password can come over from the time and space entrant, but to password, do not password is crazy) A Zhang riding the extreme madness of the car, a drift, the extreme dump to the downstairs, and 。。。。。。
I invited them to my home, they told me about their work, Bobo from the bag out of a high-tech products to me: "this thing you definitely need, this is my recent invention of biological resurrection potion, as long as you take this thing to a certain creature to press the A button, that creature will let this high-tech products from the King of Hell that the creature to come back, absolutely alive! to come back, absolutely alive and well oh." I made an experiment, my beloved parrot the day before yesterday because a hacker with it PK, the result of the hair was plucked out 。。。。。 I took the bio-resurrection potion and tapped A on it, and all of a sudden its wings grew out, it was more spirited than before, and its attack power was strengthened. I couldn't stop praising Bobo, Bobo said I still have high tech stuff I haven't shown you yet, what's the point of praising me so quickly? Bobo opened the scene controller (function is to see what creatures in the universe are doing now) to see Li a flying shot, suddenly the sky appeared a lightning bolt, lightning after a hu line, the other side of the first goalkeeper was hit by the dumbfounded. The mouth is still flowing with haram 。。。。。。 Bobo asked me again about my current situation, and I said, "I've opened a game company now, usually making RPG's, not the bloody kind. The office is full of robots working, and their energy is from a keyboard that puts out a huge light wave of energy that restores their stamina.
Hi! The sun is setting, everyone is reluctant to leave, that scene, that atmosphere, really "luxuriant full of feelings"
"Bell ......" I was awakened by an alarm clock, stretching a lazy body. . "Master, you're awake?" My robot, Popper, said cheerfully, "You're going to your high school reunion today." With a snap of my head, I hurriedly put on my best nano dress (it changes with your body shape every day, and can change styles on a whim), hopped into my hover car, and headed for school.
It's been 20 years since I graduated from high school, and I was too anxious and apprehensive to see what my classmates look like now to drive, so I turned on the car's automatic navigation system, and after checking my destination on the touch-screen, I got comfortable in the car.
Finally arriving, I jogged all the way to the classroom. Since I had arrived early, there was no one inside. The classroom - I looked around carefully, nothing had changed much. I found the seat I used to sit in and sat down, looking at the blackboard, a scene from the past replayed in front of my eyes, the yellowed fragments of the past, now emerged from my mind, still shining brightly.
Not long after, the students came in a stream, looking at these most familiar strangers in front of them, with mixed feelings. Everyone looked at each other, mouth in constantly wriggling but not a word can be said. Hey, standing on the side of the podium is not a small A, he is now dressed in a suit, has not been when the downtrodden look. He used to be the best student in our class, in this knowledge-based economy, he will not make money who make money! And that's not little B? That once unbeatable, relying on his parents are high-ranking officials, was brand-name armed to the teeth of his now obviously down and out, and, and ......
Too many classmates, and everyone has undergone a huge change in the body. 20 years, said the longest is a person's life, said it is short and as if just yesterday's! Things, when we all used to be a classroom students, standing on the same starting line, and now? Some people soar, some people have a life of mediocrity, who is to blame? Time!
There is a saying: God is very fair, he gave everyone a day is 24 hours; God is very unfair, he gave everyone is not 24 hours.
Today, caused by the huge difference between all of us, are in the students themselves, really should be a saying, "young and strong do not try, the old man sad. See in the past is not as good as their own living conditions of students, now pockets full of money, and they are just a bum, can not be sentimental?
"Bell ......" I woke up, understand just now is just a dream, fortunately just a dream, through this dream, I understand that only now well sown, the fall can get a rich return
Elementary school of the bar language book proposition.
This kind of imaginative writing is very easy to find.
Can I do it in 20 years?
Sunday, I sat at my desk with a pen in my hand and imagined what I would be like in 20 years - a new me:
When I was a child, I looked forward to becoming a teacher and giving my students all the knowledge I had learned, and now 20 years have passed and I have become a teacher.
Wearing glasses, I sat at my desk and carefully corrected my students' homework. "Report!" The math study committee member disrupted my thoughts. "Come in!" I said to her with a smile, "Well? Is the homework turned in?" She frowned, "It's missing xxx student again." "What's wrong with him?" "I'm not really sure." "Tell you what, go get him and I'll ask him." "Uh-huh!" She said and left. Not long after, that student came, I put down my pen, took off my glasses, and calmly said to him, "Why didn't you hand in your homework again?" He swelled up and turned red, pressed his head down, and managed to squeeze a few words out of his teeth, "I ...... I ...... forgot to write my homework because I was playing." The smile on my face immediately put away, "Playing is playing, learning is learning, you should finish your homework before playing!" I sighed y, and that student burst into tears all of a sudden. I comforted him again, "Make up your homework and forget about it, it won't be allowed next time."
"Ding bell ......" the class bell rang, I picked up my textbook and preparation, "Go, go to class." I said to him. I came to the classroom, the students one by one sitting neatly. During the class, none of the classmates spoke, they all had their eyes on me, "Class!" I said loudly. At this time I lectured to them on the podium, the students also pay full attention to listen to me, probably because I speak too well, a few small birds also fly around the classroom from time to time, twittering and chirping endlessly, as if you were saying: "Speak well! I'm sorry, but I don't know what to say."
"Dingdang, dingdang ......" the bell rang, looking at the back of the students one by one far away, my heart has an indescribable joy: ah! They have learned a little knowledge, they know more, I did my part again.
Then, I don't know who pushed me, I looked up to see that it was my mother, she angrily pointed at me and said: "dead girl, shouted at you so many times did not hear, in daydreaming ah!" I snickered. I thought to myself: one day, this "daydream" will come true. From now on, I want to study hard, as soon as possible to fulfill my dream!