How many times in the throbbing moment, hurt the deepest heart of the weakest link. The winds of memory rhythmic emotional cracks, we are fluttering leaves, each other lonely drift down. We are looking for a branch to rest on and a source of warmth. Fifteen years after the reunion, let us understand, all the warmth is the leaf to the root of the deep thoughts.
Fifteen years, fifteen years of days, so that every day we are repeating a childhood dream, once a distant dream, in the moment of meeting melted into a stream of warmth, the embarrassment of passing by, in a song we love to skim the surface. We have grown up, running around in the years, once vaguely face has long been dyed by the sunrise into a red haze hanging in the sky, can not find you and me. We have changed, the years of the fast car can no longer support our young body.
Many of the past has been fuzzy, only moving is clear. The teacher has not changed, the color remains the same, will be a watchful posture to maintain if the years. She is more like the parents who stood us far away, she did not change, just more wrinkles of happiness. The wrinkles have the story of our growth, and her hard work.
She still called us children, the nickname of the affectionate away from us faded away, in the warm waves of light, we did once again children. Although we have all become parents of children, in that warm moment, who do not want to grow up. Childhood wishes, who did not realize, but at this time, we **** the same dream, is to be her child once again.
The past as yesterday, like a silent movie in front of the eyes, the dream fuzzy plot, at this moment, become transparent and clear. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to find them in the marketplace. Thinking of Jiang Yuheng's "looking back", as the lyrics say, it's like a dream. But this dream seems to have come a little late, in the waiting years, we are like lost children, melancholy counting the stars in the deep blue sky. But at this moment, all the children have found home, what is home? Home is a faraway voice of advice, home is the tear drop that rolls down when we meet, home is the nest that always has someone to light the lamp for you. Teacher is that elegant nest keeper, she has long been for each of us to light a lamp in the heart. Perhaps, she has long known that we no matter how high we fly, how far we fly, always fly out of her sight. Warm gaze, brighter than the lamp, in the countless confused dark night, for us to navigate again and again.
On the wine table, we talked about our respective stories, and as we talked, we unconsciously pulled the story back to the distant past, and then looked at each other and smiled, and at that moment, we became children again. Still some people did not have time to participate in this party, the phone is their complaint voice, all kinds of things, the dazzle of the return of their heart like an arrow of the heart of the bitter torment. At that moment, we heard the dark sound of their tears, and our hearts were warm with pain. Someone drunk, shaking body, dancing years of loneliness, no one laughed at him, how many years, we are not exactly this in this chaotic world affairs in a lonely drunken dance?
We rushed over to help him, at that moment, we are classmates, friends, but also brothers. In the end, we are drunk, a group of people buy drunk, warm drunk, perhaps we have long been intoxicated before drinking. Drunk, our words are thicker, the large restaurant seems to have become our playful classroom again.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, no one felt the flow of time in the drift, perhaps the Creator began to move, deliberately fixed that moment, just to give a group of lonely children long-lost joy. We are happy to forget themselves, only one person in the corner of the eye flashing tears, happy wrinkles written with warmth, that person, is our always unforgettable teacher.
When a party began to disperse, written on the face of everyone is reluctant to part, shaking hands, words of goodbye, hugs, tears, smiles, each other's hearts are in warm pain. I watched the back of the teacher leaving, thin figure, in a street lamp looking out, a little bit disappeared in the night sprinkled with spring breeze, is a such a thin figure, tireless sent away a batch of naughty children, and she always frankly smile.
I suddenly epiphany Zhuangzi do nothing, she felt that she did nothing, but she did more than anyone, she really did "nothing and nothing", like a song sung in the "do not seek fame to the name of the self," years later, we are Perhaps more people are in the lonely struggle, but she is happy, because she does not want nothing.
At this time my eyes once again began to blur, blurred in the street lamps looking out of the figure, through the street lamps, I seem to see the teacher in the warmth of the candlelight for us to correct the situation of homework. Through the street lamp, I remembered the favorite song of the teenagers: quiet late at night, the stars are twinkling, the teacher's window is bright all night long, whenever I gently walk past your window, the bright light shines in my heart.......