This is a diary of Mr. Chiang's day-to-day life as an exchange student in Tokyo. I followed Chiang on another trip to Tokyo, Nara, Kyoto, Osaka, and a hot spring in Hakone.
I also attended art exhibitions and painting exhibitions with Mr. Chiang, and went to see Kabuki performances together.
I envy her for being able to experience a place so y, while I'm like the tourist who walks around in her book.
Close the book and think about it, if I were to write a diary every day while I was in Japan like she did, would I be able to write a diary that touched people's hearts?
I don't think so, because one reason is that it is really shackled by the time, every day to catch up with countless attractions, and it is good enough to be able to take pictures of the beautiful scenery, not to mention to appreciate the various exhibitions; the second reason is that I really don't have as deep as Jiang's classmate, and every time I see a place of interest, I can think of the relevant canonical books.
Maybe my diary will be like a photo album, while hers has more depth.
But I'll stick to writing every day.
"The people who come from the south and the north grow old, and the setting sun sends the fishing boat home for a long time." Whenever I remember such a poem, I always miss the big beautiful time.
Because of the eagerness to sell themselves, at the beginning of the senior year, we will organize, write a thick "self-introduction", everyone will be their own work carefully filtered, selecting the best of the integrated volume, coupled with the style of unique biography and internship appraisal, so as to make it perfect. Whenever you see this thick book of self-written, self-painted and self-stapled, it makes you feel pretentious and smug.
Everything we experience should be cherished. It seems like yesterday when roommates shared a page of their journals by candlelight in the middle of the night, when we climbed up on the roof in the freezing cold to take pictures of the snow, when we picked out a game stick behind closed doors, when we laughed and said, "I love you," in many different languages, and when we knocked on the table and struck the bowl with a melodious song. ...... It seems like yesterday.
There is a jingle on the four years of college life has been an interesting interpretation: joy jump Dragon Gate, a proud picking and choosing the fat and skinny, the second wildly green and yellow not enough, the third panic look forward and backward, the fourth blank in the "look forward and backward" in the confusion, found that my generation of the past to pinch the tail as a person, with the group of the same stream of caution has been solo, to show their own replacements. You can bring a cup of fragrant coffee to self-study, can also be pink silk scarf art "" art wrapped around the neck, and can be dressed up brightly in the dance floor to dance a Disco. tired of learning, in the dark path outside the self-study classroom humming visit magnolia or plum; laundry in the washroom hanging noise singing English Peking Opera "Su San Qi Lu"; moonlit night on the grass, stripped of his clothes to the ground, and the other day, he was in the bathroom to sing English Peking Opera "Su San Qi Lu". ; moonlit night in the grass to take off their shoes leisurely dance, as for skipping class to go to the art movie, lights out in the dormitory before the back door to eat ten pieces of stinky tofu in one breath, as well as sunset Tai Chi or starry night jogging ...... feeling is so good! We all know: there is no such thing as a banquet, but we always feel that this day is still so far away. Until an old friend solemnly declared: Alas, this goodbye some people may not meet for a lifetime! I was shocked to hear, admittedly, after the baptism of the graduation allocation, we do not agree with the way of competition of several students, or full of disdain, and they do not meet in a lifetime is a good thing, but for so many good classmates, good teachers, this is a cruel arrangement. It's times like these that I get especially attached to any little thing. I have a copy of Reward to Write, which is full of our laughter and coziness. Things like: Haiyun wore the wrong shoes this morning one black and one red for us to see.
Ning Xin learned Shanghainese and said "twelve o'clock" as "your father". We laughed our stomachs off and unanimously chose this as the password to enter the room.
Tonight Leilei made a "poisonous oath", if there is a boy in this class said: old classmates together how good ah! She will marry him.
The atmosphere in today's political science class was too heated, and the teacher lectured us that we should set an example for other kids in our senior year.
The not-so-vocal kid shouted out: we were young once! Indeed, we were young, and now we've grown up. Some call it growing old, and one girl even used a dozen "old" words in her diary, screaming for wrinkle cream, which is ridiculous! When we were growing up, we helped others with love and sorrow, defended our own code with justice, and now we should tell the world out loud: here we have loved, struggled, and lived. Away from the love is very long the station is very narrow, in the light of tears we pick up the memories, raise our arms, and sing another "story of time". The whistle sounded, and now, it's time to part! I don't care how long it lasts, I only care about what I had. In the ten thousand feet of red dust, good treasure, don't forget to smile proud of the world, and then about old friends drink a cup of wine.
Looking back at yesterday and looking forward to today, the end of the world has long been history. Looking back at yesterday's 2012, and then look at today's 2013, I found myself growing up 1 year old, we have long since not been that childish child, today we have stepped into 2013, in this new year, we will have a lot of life experience.
Students, 2012 has become history, 2012 is also the most unforgettable year for us Chinese people, this year is our countrymen's "dream year", Tiangong 1 successful launch, Sun Yang successfully won the 2012 London Olympics men's 400 meters freestyle championship, breaking the world record for China to obtain the glory, and Yi Siling, the world's largest swimming pool in the world, the world's largest swimming pool in the world. The 2012 Chinese style is the most unforgettable year for the Chinese people, and I believe that 2013 will be a great year for China. I believe that China will also make great achievements in 2013.
Last night sitting alone on the bed, looking at the endless black sky, thinking: the last day of 2012 is going to be gone, I grew up a year it, goods together with their own this year's dribs and drabs, feel that their own life and learning are full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, looking at the desk that ticking thinking about the alarm clock, the heart is full of excitement and excitement, 2013, you finally want to step into my life? The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at my life. At this time the hour hand has quietly to 12 step forward, the minute hand has also gone to 11, ding ding ding, 12 o'clock sound in my ears echoed in the dark night sky echoed, 2012 has finally arrived? Quietly lifted the covers and slowly lay down on the bed, the night felt so long, long.
Opening hazy eyes, looking at the sunrise that has just risen, the heart is filled with unusual excitement and excitement. Looking at that rising sunrise. "I'm 17!" Unparalleled joy shouted out loud. Letting the cold wind blow past my ears, I'm 17, I've grown another year older. Looking at the blue sky and the warm sun, it always seemed as if they were cheering and applauding for me as well. Back to the desk, picked up the pen in the diary wrote "my seventeen years old", from this moment onwards, I will be 17, I want to write all the 2013 bits and pieces in the diary. Carefully put it into a drawer, and then picked up the 2012 diary, looked at the top of the little bits and pieces, put it in one of my small drawers, this diary I named "pick up a billion", which recorded all of my life experiences in 2012. --Mustbemyself.