1. An 800-word essay on the temperature of memory
From the moment I lay comfortably in the cradle, my mother’s hand has been caressing my face tenderly. On the road of growth, the most familiar It's the temperature of mother's hand.
When I feel cold at home alone, I will recall the temperature of my mother’s palms.
It was a winter night, and the cold wind was biting the earth fiercely. Even the green pines standing majestically in the heavy snow were so cold that they couldn't straighten up. The few roses left in the flower bed were also curled up in a ball with the cold, and the wintersweet shivered with the cold... My hands were red with cold for the end of the year. The final sprint for the exam. A gust of cold wind wrapped around me, invisible yet tangible, and I couldn't get rid of it.
The door was opened gently. The sound of gentle footsteps was getting closer and closer to me, and a pair of warm hands caressed my frozen hands. I turned around, and my mother's tender eyes flowed into my heart. My mother's palms gently touched my face, and my cold face felt the warmth of my mother's palms. A warm current soaked into every vein of my blood. At this time, I could hear my mother’s heartbeat and a true interpretation of maternal love. I held my mother's hands, these warm hands. Every winter, chilblains creep up on the back of my mother’s hands. I touch each chilblain with distress, and my heart is burning. However, as long as I hold my mother’s hand, a warm current from my mother’s hand will flow into it. The palm of my hand. My heart was touched and my heart was very hot. I put down my mother's hand, my head kept lowered, and there were tears in my eyes, but I didn't dare to shed them.
It has been more than ten years, and there have been many winds and snows, but my mother's love for me has never changed. I love my mother, I love my home!
2. Essay title "Temperature in Memory"
When I was a child, my mother's arms were my safe haven. Whenever I snuggled in her arms, I would always feel infinite warmth. In the blink of an eye. , I am already a middle school student, and the lights in my room stay on until after ten o'clock every day. The hardship of studying is like a cup of strong coffee, which tastes indescribable. After winter, the weather seems very... Cold. That night, I rode home exhausted against the bone-chilling cold wind. My father was packing things alone in the kitchen, and my mother hadn’t gotten off work yet. I got into my study without asking any questions, and opened the door. I turned on the lamp and was surprised to find that there was a pair of plush dog-shaped cotton shoes placed beside the bed at some point. The dog looks very cute, fat and naive, with a pair of round eyes and bright eyes. With this little guy , the cold and lonely room suddenly became more alive, and my heart suddenly felt warm. I hurriedly asked my father. My father said: "Your mother bought it in the afternoon. She said she was afraid that you would be cold while doing homework at night." After hearing this, my footsteps Slowing down, my mind recalled the scene last night. It was late at night, and the wind outside the window was blowing the swaying dead leaves. The light in my room was still on, and there was also a glimmer of light in my parents' room. These lights were easily ignored. Faced with that I was extremely frustrated and finally finished writing the annoying math problem. I used up my last strength to stand up, but just as I was about to stand up, my feet were numb from the cold. Perhaps hearing my voice, my mother walked out of the room, She greeted me with greetings. "Mom, I'm so cold." My mother touched my feet and said, "Hey, look at you, you're so cold and you don't even say a word." Then she quickly fetched a pot of hot water, squatted down, and I picked up my cold feet and gently put them into the steaming basin. A warm current suddenly surged from my feet to my heart. I didn’t say anything, I just stared blankly at my mother’s increasingly wrinkled forehead. This is the essence of maternal love. The temperature, the temperature of a basin of hot water, this seemingly inconspicuous temperature, helped me spend a warm night. I suddenly remembered an advertisement on TV: A boy saw his mother washing his grandmother's feet, so he also washed his grandmother's feet. Mom washes her feet. Yes, I should pass on this warmth. Next time, I will also wash her feet, so that this warm current becomes a "surging warm current".
3. Essay title "Temperature in Memory"
When I was a child, my mother's arms were my safe haven. Whenever I snuggled into her arms, I would always feel infinite warmth. In the blink of an eye, I was already a middle school student. , the lights in the room will be on until after ten o'clock every day. The hardship of studying is like a cup of strong coffee, which tastes like an indescribable taste. After winter, the weather seemed very cold. That night, I I rode home exhausted in the bone-chilling cold wind. My father was packing things in the kitchen alone, and my mother had not gotten off work yet. I went into my study without asking any questions, turned on the light, and was surprised to find that the bed I don’t know when I put a pair of cotton shoes in the shape of a plush dog. The dog looks very cute, fat and naive, with a pair of round eyes and bright eyes. With this little guy, the deserted room suddenly becomes more spacious. I felt a little alive, and my heart suddenly felt warm. I hurriedly asked my father. My father said: "Your mother bought it in the afternoon. She said she was afraid that it would be cold for you to do homework at night." After hearing this, I slowed down and thought of last night. Scene. It’s late at night, and the wind outside the window is blowing the swaying dead leaves. The light in my room is still on, and there is also a glimmer of light in my parents’ room. These lights are easy to ignore. Facing the annoying math problem, I feel frustrated I reached the extreme point and finally finished writing. I used up the last bit of my strength to stand up, but just as I was about to stand up, my feet were numb from the cold. Maybe hearing my voice, my mother came out of the room and asked me about my welfare. "Mom, I'm so cold." My mother touched my feet and said, "Hey, look at you, you're so cold and you don't say a word." Then she quickly fetched a basin of hot water, squatted down, and held up my cold feet. , gently put it into the steaming basin of water, and a warm current suddenly surged from my feet to my heart. I didn’t say anything, just stared blankly at my mother’s increasingly wrinkled forehead. This is the temperature of maternal love, the warmth of a basin of hot water. Temperature, this seemingly inconspicuous temperature, accompanied me through a warm night. I suddenly remembered an advertisement on TV: A boy saw his mother washing his grandmother's feet, so he also washed her mother's feet. Yes, I This warmth should be passed on. Next time, I will also wash her feet once, so that this warmth will become a "surging warmth". 4. An 800-word essay on the temperature of memory
From the moment I lay comfortably in the cradle, my mother’s hands have been touching my face tenderly. As I grew up, the most familiar thing was the temperature of my mother’s palms.
When I feel cold at home alone, I will recall the temperature of my mother’s palms.
It was a winter night, and the cold wind was biting the earth fiercely. Even the green pines standing majestically in the heavy snow were so cold that they could not straighten up. The few roses left in the flower bed were also curled up in a ball with the cold, and the wintersweet shivered with the cold... My hands were red with cold for the end of the year. The final sprint for the exam. A gust of cold wind wrapped around me, invisible yet tangible, and I couldn't get rid of it.
The door was opened gently. The sound of gentle footsteps was getting closer and closer to me, and a pair of warm hands caressed my frozen hands. I turned around, and my mother's tender eyes flowed into my heart. My mother's palms gently touched my face, and my cold face felt the warmth of my mother's palms. A warm current soaked into every vein of my blood. At this time, I could hear my mother's heartbeat and a true interpretation of maternal love. I held my mother's hands, these warm hands. Every winter, chilblains creep up on the back of my mother’s hands. I touch each chilblain with distress, and my heart is burning. However, as long as I hold my mother’s hand, a warm current from my mother’s hand will flow into it. The palm of my hand. My heart was touched and my heart was very hot. I put down my mother's hand, my head kept lowered, and there were tears in my eyes, but I didn't dare to shed them.
It has been more than ten years, and there have been many winds and snows, but my mother's love for me has never changed. I love my mother, I love my home! 5. The composition of "There is a Memory Called Temperature" should be no less than 700 words
Father's love is like a mountain, as majestic as a mountain; Father's love is like the sea, as broad as the sea. Deep in my heart
there is a memory called father's love.
——Inscription
Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, I smelled the faint fragrance, as if I had returned to my childhood and my father.
My father took me to buy sweet-scented osmanthus. Bad moment. That wisp of fragrance evoked memories of my childhood.
Deep in the heart, there is a memory called father's love.
Once upon a time, I contradicted my father many times; once upon a time, I did not listen to my father's words many times.
I vaguely remember that it was after I grew up, but now this faint fragrance brings my memory back to my childhood, to the time when my father took me to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
During my childhood, I often watched other children eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and imagined that one day
I would have a sweet-scented osmanthus cake in my hand. But every time it backfires, because every time
it’s my mother who says it’s not sweet or delicious. But my father is always smiling and looking at me. At that time, I
felt very sad and thought to myself: Hum, other children were so happy when eating osmanthus cake.
It must be very sweet. Why do they say it is not sweet? And my father wouldn’t buy it for me either. This
incident made me feel extremely bad. But a child's temper comes and goes quickly.
After a few days, I forgot about it, but every time I saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I still fantasized about eating it.
Finally, on my birthday, my father gave me a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Smelling the
faint fragrance, I quickly picked up a piece and stuffed it into my mouth. It's sweet, glutinous, and delicious
And my father was watching me from the side from beginning to end, smiling and saying to me, "Eat slowly,
Don't choke. It’s cooked.” But I kept eating.
A long time after this incident, I learned from my mother: the osmanthus cake on my birthday was actually bought by my father after traveling to many places. At that moment, I realized that there is a kind of memory called father's love.
Now, I smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus, as if I have returned to my childhood. Back to the moment when my father watched me eating osmanthus cake, I discovered that there is a kind of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Love is called fatherly love.
Father's love is like a mountain, as majestic as a mountain; father's love is like the sea, as broad as the sea. That touch
The faint fragrance of osmanthus shows father's love, because deep in the heart, there is a memory called father's love 6. Write a 600-word essay titled "The Temperature of the Soul"
< p> Warmth of the soulFamily love, she has been with me since I was sensible, for countless days and months. The years and stars are gradually passing by, but she still stays by my side with endless warmth...
The source of strength comes from family affection, and confidence and courage are found from family affection. How many times at dusk and sunset have I gazed at the sky and felt the familiar warmth and concern. I was intoxicated and immersed in the rose-colored flow... The flying wings of hope always supported me to soar into the blue sky. Traveling in the sky, happiness is self-evident. With ignorance and longing, I always travel with ideals. Flying over rivers, crossing mountains, and climbing to the peak of victory with courage, these are all family ties that give me confidence. Countless failures can always be faced bravely, countless difficulties can always be overcome, and spiritual comfort cannot be given except by family love. Life becomes warm because of family affection.
Dad and Mom are my closest relatives. They have worked hard to create me today. Listening to the stories they told me, I grew up slowly and learned to distinguish right from wrong and hate evil as much as hatred. ; Learned to be generous to others, confident and brave. Every bit of life is understood by this beloved in the world. Every success includes this silent support... Family love, the source of all things, is the embodiment of hope and courage. However, it does not With warmth and concern, it nourishes everyone's heart.
When I am hesitant or helpless, family affection always cheers me up. Family affection is not expressed in words, but only in silent thoughts. Meeting and understanding. The pure land in the soul is always filled with family love.
The bell of history wakes up the sleeping soul, and family love can change everything. I have felt her magical power countless times, Hope flies with the singing, and the balloon of family love carries the dreams of many people to the blue sky.
I am happy because I have the care of family love. The ship of my life has set sail and is heading to the sea. I am not afraid of the storm, because the sail of family love will not be destroyed. I firmly believe that I will reach the other side with success to welcome the rainbow and the new sun after the wind and rain!
Feeling the family affection, I get the warmth of the soul. I want to fly with my dreams, because the family affection is with me... 7. Write an essay on the topic of "Soul Temperature", 600 words. The above
Writing guide The temperature of the soul can be the degree to which the soul feels about the warmth and coldness of life, the degree to which it is moved by the spiritual world (truth, goodness, and beauty) of others, or the depth of the soul. The degree of enthusiasm for life and living.
The temperature of the soul determines a person's life and life status. The temperature of the soul changes with the changes in life and living conditions, and the temperature of the soul will affect and change people's life and mental state.
Specifically: if a person's temperature of life and life is below 0℃, then this person's living condition will be ice, and his world will never be warm; vice versa. The temperature of the soul will not remain unchanged. The temperature of the soul depends on ourselves. We can draw sunshine from the world of life and the spiritual world of others, increase the temperature of the soul, and warm the world with the temperature of our soul.
Material collection material one: If a person's spiritual temperature towards life is zero, then this person's life state is ice, then his life is only as big as where his feet stand. If you have a normal attitude towards life and life, then it will be like a piece of normal water, which can flow into the river or the sea. But he can never leave the earth. If a person's attitude towards life and life is 100 degrees hot, then he will turn into water vapor, become a cloud, he will fly, and his world will be as big as the universe! Material 2: 1. Either you control life, or life controls you.
Your mentality determines who is the mount and who is the jockey. 2. Everyone is the creator of his own happiness.
3. The mind is the place where one makes the decision. In the mind, heaven can become hell, and hell can become heaven.
4. Only by calming down can you open the curtains in your heart and see the beautiful scenery of the world. 5. True happiness comes from inner satisfaction and is not determined by the external environment. Only peace of mind is eternal happiness! Material 3: We cannot change the length of life, but we can change its width; we cannot change the height of life, but we can change its temperature.
Life is like a thermometer. Although we cannot change its essence and adjust the temperature at will, the temperature of the soul is the air surrounding the thermometer. We can change the temperature of the soul to warm our lives. The temperature of the soul can make your heart feel as cold as ice, and it can also give your life enough warmth.
No matter what stands in front of us, no matter how fierce our inner struggle, who we are is determined by who we choose to be.
Material 4: Although Tao Yuanming was poor, he was peaceful and happy and lived an active life. Otherwise, how could there be such a good saying as "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains"? It turns out that Tao Yuanming's pure and comfortable soul has a very high temperature, which is inseparable from his attitude towards life. So feel the temperature of your soul and see if you treat it with full enthusiasm under difficult learning and living conditions. Woolen cloth? "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and you will hang your sails to see the vast sea." In the face of adversity, Li Bai did not sigh alone, but issued a challenge to the setbacks. He believed that he would always overcome the difficulties and resist the temperature of your soul. Is it when you suffer setbacks? , how about overcoming it with an optimistic attitude? "With tens of millions of mansions, the poor people all over the world are happy." Du Fu sighed when he encountered difficulties in life and still did not forget the poor people in the world. His broad and selfless mind moved future generations. His treatment of life was not Selfishness is selfless dedication, then his mind has a space as big as the universe.
Temperature of the soul Life is picturesque, and the picture with a smile adds bright colors. Life is like wine. With a smile, the wine will have an alluring mellow fragrance.
Life is like a song, and with the singing voice of a smile, there is a moving melody. Life is like a book, and books with smiles have shining themes.
Life is so beautiful, why don’t we light up our hearts, raise the temperature of our souls, and face life optimistically and positively? Raise the temperature of your soul and fill your life with smiles. Tao Yuanming, who lives in paradise, "picks chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely sees the Nanshan Mountains." He raises the temperature of his soul so that he can live a free and happy life; Li Bai, who is intoxicated with pure fragrance, raises the temperature of his soul and spreads his life in wine, poetry. In it, the sentence "Looking up to the sky and laughing loudly, we are not from Penghao."
It tells the complacency he has accumulated for a long time; Wang Zengqi was demoted to a dilapidated hut, but he was still noble and optimistic, rising up The "lentil flower" in her heart, Sang Lan had to endure the pain of paralysis in her prime, but she was still determined and positive, smiling at life and making her life colorful. Throughout ancient and modern times, their smiles are blooming in front of us. Whether they are facing poverty, unfair fate, or physical disabilities, they have warmed up their once-cold hearts and faced life with a smile.
Only by raising the temperature of your soul will your life be filled with smiles. Raise the temperature of your soul and pursue your ideal goals.
Qu Yuan raised the temperature of his soul and pursued his ideal of beautiful politics, and did not give up until the last moment of his life; Zu Chongzhi still raised the temperature of his soul in the face of rudimentary computing conditions and countless failures. Temperature finally became the first person in the world to accurately measure pi to the 7th decimal place; Ren Changxia has struggled for the peace of the people throughout her life and has never stopped pursuing our harmonious society. They make the times more splendid, pursuing and devoting themselves to a better and better tomorrow.
Raise the temperature of your soul and pursue your ideal goals. Raise the temperature of your soul and move towards success.
Sima Qian suffered the pain of castration, but he still raised the temperature of his soul, endured the humiliation, and wrote the "Historical Records" that will be brilliant for generations; Magellan suffered several storms, but he still raised the temperature of his soul and welcomed She climbed up the difficulty and fulfilled her dream of traveling around the world; Tai Lihua encountered many falls and could not hear the beat of the dance, but she kept raising the temperature of her soul, becoming more frustrated and braver, showing the perfection of art on the stage . It is precisely because of the blazing temperature in their hearts that they accumulate strength and move towards success.
Only by raising the temperature of your soul can you move towards success. A picturesque life becomes more beautiful because of the increase in soul temperature; a life like wine becomes more mellow because of an increase in soul temperature; a life like a song becomes more beautiful because of an increase in soul temperature; a life like a book becomes more beautiful because of the increase in soul temperature. Higher and more colorful.
Let us light up our hearts, raise the temperature, and face life optimistically and positively. 8. Composition, asking for help, use temperature as the topic, composition as the topic, need as the topic, and cooperation as the words
-- High School Entrance Examination Composition Sample [Repost] Kindness is a pure heart, expressed as The nobility of the soul, and thus make more beautiful behaviors; Sincerity is a valuable quality, which is manifested by abandoning every suspicion and scruple in the heart; Integrity is a healthy personality, which is manifested by fairness, frankness and selflessness in dealing with others ; Optimism is an upward spirit, manifested by confidence and hope in life and career.
Please write on the topics of "kindness", "sincerity", "integrity" and "optimism". Requirements: Connect the reality of life and your own feelings, or choose one of the topics, or combine several topics (it can be 2, 3 or 4), and write an article of about 600 words, with a title of your own There is no limit to the style of writing.
The real names of schools and people may not appear in the article. Face setbacks head on and watch the storm with a smile. Have you ever seen a mountain climber? After they fail again and again, they will still be confident in climbing to the top; have you ever seen a navigator who rides the wind and waves? Even after breaking their oars and breaking their boats, they will still be full of hope of reaching the other shore.
Their persistence and pursuit of life and career interpret their optimism. The wind and rain in nature temper people, and the wind and rain in life can temper people even more.
The greatness of man lies in his ability to face setbacks and look at the situation with a smile. Throughout the ages, there are many examples of "talents facing many hardships since ancient times".
Pu Songling has achieved fame and success four times. How can the decades of setbacks be described by the phrase "the morning is like green silk and the evening becomes snow". In the face of setbacks, he always smiled at life, "writing about ghosts and demons is superior to others, and stabbing corruption to the bone." His "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" made him famous throughout the ages.
Beethoven became deaf when he was young, which was a devastating blow to him who was at the peak of his art. However, with his optimistic spirit and yearning for life, he still persisted in creating, and created a tragic and passionate song "Destiny". 》 played the strongest note of his life. Helen Keller, an American female writer who was blind, deaf, and mute, wrote in her article: I want to hold fate by the throat. It will never make me surrender.
It was this strong perseverance and hope for life that enabled her to overcome difficulties that ordinary people could not imagine and write many excellent articles. Life is only a few decades long, and there are so many setbacks. Hasn’t our country gone through many vicissitudes? It is with the spirit of optimism that our party has led the people across the country to overcome rapids and shoals, and finally sailed on the right channel, ushering in the spring of reform and opening up.
"Forgetting the past means betrayal." Today, as the socialist motherland is booming, we middle school students should seize the opportunity, study hard, and be determined to contribute to the four modernizations of the motherland.
"The road to Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning." Classmates, the eagle fighting in the sky is taking off from here, let us all have an optimistic spirit. Read the following materials and compose as required.
Spring is here, and the lawn in front of the home is full of red and green vitality. A newly moved middle-aged man couldn't bear to trample on the lawn when he returned home, so he took a detour.
Unexpectedly, when he first went upstairs, the neighbor’s old lady came up to her with a smile. What she said surprised the middle-aged man: “I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I’m a little worried. The new neighbor is a What kind of person are you?" After a pause, the old lady added, "When you walked around the lawn just now, I understood you and knew that I had nothing to worry about." Life is often like this, and it is often done deliberately. The distance between each other cannot be shortened, but an occasional detail or action will build a beautiful bridge between people.
Please write an article of no less than 600 words on the topic of "spiritual distance". You can narrate experiences, write stories, make comments, and express feelings.
You can choose your own style and draft your own title. The name of your school, as well as the real names of faculty, staff, classmates and yourself must not appear in the article.
The conductor looked at the two hesitating old people under the bus: "Come on. After these two stops, all the people going to work will get off and they will be seated soon." So the old man took their little The granddaughter stepped forward.
The child was not tall enough to buy a ticket, and even breathing seemed to be a problem when sandwiched among adults, but no one sitting around had the thought of standing up. The conductor seemed to be well aware of this phenomenon, so he did not encourage everyone to give up their seats to their children.
In fact, I am already used to this kind of indifference. It is said that most of the people riding in the air-conditioned cars are people who work in office buildings and are relatively well-educated. The fashionable term is "white-collar" people.
But that indifferent expression and the high-end clothes on his body seemed to indicate rejection.
After two stops, a pregnant woman finally got off the bus. At this time, the conductor motioned for her child to come over and wait for a seat. I was just thinking that this child would no longer have to be squeezed around, but something unexpected happened to me. Suddenly something happened - a middle-aged woman sitting next to the pregnant woman naturally moved to the vacant seat inside, and a fat man sat down.
I think my expression at that time can only be explained by shock. This man who did not seem to have any symptoms or discomfort actually snatched the seat of a child who was less than one meter old, and he was so at ease. I can't think of any words to describe him. I don’t want to guess whether this person who came to Beijing for sightseeing has a reason to sit down. I also don’t want to guess what impact this incident will have on the little girl. She may become a member of the so-called "white-collar" class in the future. Maybe she will be willing to give up her seat to others in the future. Maybe she will never give up her seat to anyone again. There is nothing wrong with her, because it is the real society that educates a person to grow up.
But people's hearts have drifted one step further between this seat... Flowers and Grass Love Tears I am a small grass, sucking milk from the poor mother of the earth, walking slowly across Childhood, walking out of dreams, looking forward to hope. One day I gave up my search for the true meaning of life through labor and went online to tell in words the pain of growing up and the glory of the ravine on my forehead. I watched the joyful flowers and plants mesmerizingly weaving all kinds of things online. The joys and sorrows of separation and separation, watching them sing with joy while stirring the blurry and flashing lights on the stage.
Look at the dignity and tranquility of those grasses, and the toughness and tenacity of the strong grasses. 9. Write a 650 composition with the title "You in Memory"
In my memory, you are innocent and kind. I remember you as being helpful. In my memory, you always have two dimples on your face, smiling at me. You in my memory always inspire me to move forward and give me confidence and courage when I feel discouraged. It gave me the most unforgettable memories in my life. Engraved in my mind, stay in my heart.
There is your smile in my memory: Time stayed when we were fifteen years old. At that time, I was working hard for the high school entrance examination, but after several tests, my scores were so low that I was discouraged. I also thought about it. Give up, but you told me to believe that I can do it, let me know with a smile, don’t give up when encountering difficulties, have confidence in yourself, the balance of fate will tilt to your side, and achieve the final victory. Let me remember: Successful people are always on the way. (Wujiang Zhenze Yilong Redwood - Yilong Literature)
Your help is in my memory: On the eve of the exam, you and I were reviewing in a small room. Whenever I wanted to sleep, you Just use the alarm clock to wake me up. I blame you for disturbing my rest. You didn't say anything and continued to help me review. At dawn. I got up and saw you with dark circles under your eyes from exhaustion. When the results came out, I wanted to go out with you to celebrate. When I arrived at your door, I saw you taking an intravenous drip due to overwork, and my heart was surrounded by a warm current. I know that it is called "love", but more of it is that I am attracted by your love. Moved by behavior.
In fact, I just discovered today that the most important and deepest person in my heart is you. You also made me understand that friendship is precious. It is enough to have you as a friend in this life. Although you are not with me now, But the memories you bring to me can warm my life. 10. Write an essay with the title "Memory"
The fragments in my memory will always listen to a sad song, a song that reminds me of many past events.
With a hint of helplessness and a complicated mood, I listened to the song all over the place in one night, listening, listening, many times, many times... and the memories passed by while intoxicated. It may be sentimental or reluctant, but I will still continue, and then delete the song and forget the memory the next day. Because, after all, some things cannot always be deposited in memory, and the memory of letting go is the eternal memory... Because I am no longer a person living in memory... I will always encounter that familiar street corner, because we I once encountered a bifurcation here. I went to the left and you went to the right.
The lonely me, the lonely street corner, the lonely lamp... After a few days with me, I once thought about going back to the starting point, but reason allows us to rest, meet again, and then say goodbye with a greeting ...I no longer expect so much, because I am no longer a person living in memory... I will always be in a daze, looking at the blue sky, and staring at the figures of leaves dancing in the air! I don't know what I'm thinking about. The traces of moments floating in my heart can never outline the picture I'm familiar with, but only a little inexplicable sadness remains! I know why I am sentimental, but I don’t want to understand why I am sentimental. Because I don’t want to get a hypocritical lie! The past will eventually pass, no matter how much I feel about it, it will never happen again, and I still have expectations for the future... I am not truly depraved, because if I am depraved, there will be no time to look back! If not, then why are you so persistent? Don’t you know it yourself, a life of extravagance and extravagance cannot make you feel relieved! Perhaps, people will always become a *** in some aspects... I want to light a cigarette and see if the lingering traces will be the peace I have always longed for? Want to drink another glass of wine and see if those confused eyes will tremble with heartbreaking tears again? I haven’t shed tears for a long time, because I don’t want to share my cowardice with you... I suddenly realized that I am very hypocritical. Why do I pretend to be indifferent, but my heart is so painful that maybe I am not a qualified actor... The pain of memory has been broken bit by bit, and time will always show its power in front of us, but I didn't know that the wind and time are together, because he blew that love far away... leaving only I cried on the spot... What was lost, what was lost, what was broken, I found them again.
Even if I find that I will return to the starting point...but, so what? I am not a carefree person to begin with. Life without challenges is not a complete puzzle. Even if you know that life does not belong to you alone...