Childhood memories always stay in the world of dolls. The fun of dancing with dolls and bears filled the whole childhood. I don't remember how many dolls were chopped into one-eyed, but I remember that there will always be their company, waiting for swallows to fly in spring in flowered skirts. Childhood memories are as cheerful as children's songs, and innocent children's voices sing innocent songs.
Year after year, swallows fly around, carrying small schoolbags. I don't remember whether 1 would be added to 1 at that time, but I still remember "Xiao Yaoer, carrying a schoolbag to school ...". In the song, the schoolbag becomes heavy. Instead of running and jumping to school, it walks with steady steps. The figure of children's songs has gone away, and the ear is "Flowers once told me how to get there ...". This is a sweet dream song, and along the way, my heart is full of hope. Growing up in campus folk songs, youth began to sprout.
The farther the road goes, the deeper the traces of years are drawn, and I am going to change. I will not look at the sky naively and ask whose eyes are shining, but listen to the melancholy blues and look at the sky through the sky and wait for a meter of sunshine. I don't care what the lyrics are explaining, but I use tunes to arouse my feelings. In the melancholy, thinking about life may also mature.
The sunset at dusk may not be old enough to look at the sunset and recall it, but I still can't help looking at the red horizon and imagining the ancient music and the singing accompanied by stumbling steps.
The disc of the years is still engraved. On the phonograph, the disc of the years is spinning, the songs of memories are singing, touching the imprint of the years, listening to the ancient songs of the years and continuing to walk. Years are like songs, and songs are like years.
Silent years, such as mercury, fall from the fingertips. It is so gentle, just like the night retreating into dusk, quietly taking away the silky memories. Open your hands, you can't see the trace of time passing, and the harmonious rhythm rings in your ears. Time used to be a song.
"Ding-dong, Ding-dong ````" Song-like years resounded through the night, just like a wasted spring water. The autumn wind and autumn rain in the past filled my mind instantly. I have insomnia every night. What should I do? I smiled and was speechless. "The world is big, where is my place?" Years, years, stop the rhythm of your playing and give me a moment to think deeply, so that I can fully understand whether to choose life or let life dominate us and look back. Year after year, every moment you walked, every step I walked, never left a trace.
It's like singing and vibrating the eardrum, so it's thought-provoking, but there's no trace to be found. What I remember is only the melody that shocks my soul.
"There is always sunshine after the storm, and there is always a clear sky behind the dark clouds." Years echoed in the blue sky like a song, just like a sentence awakened the dreamer. The vague memory of the past disappears in an instant. Bathed in the breeze, how to sail and sail in every short day? Smile and be confident. Even though the years are like songs, I still feel the notes beating. Year after year, let me surpass myself and go on. So tempting and considerate, gently brushed my cheek. I feel that the years are refreshing my memory, and that wonderful song is always provoking.
There is a feeling that it is wonderful; There is a tacit understanding, called tacit understanding; There is a yearning, called endless; There is a feeling that the years are like songs.
Time is like a song, stirring my heart!
That's a song.
That's a soft song.
It was a song-like time.
2 ` "Time is like a Song"
Some people say that junior high school life is a hasty book. Three years ago, we walked into State No.1 Middle School with excitement and admiration. In the past three years, we have felt her warmth and richness in this temple of knowledge and in this cradle of cultivating talents. Three years, 1000 pages of joys and sorrows have been turned over in such a hurry, but it has left us so many vivid details and so many wonderful fragments. Among them are naughty teenagers who are not sensible, young people who have failed, mature people who are enlightened, and successful experiences with endless aftertaste. Three years of life, we hurried by, but full and beautiful; We shed tears, but with laughter; We stepped on thorns, but we could smell the flowers in Wan Li. In the past three years, we have grown up with State No.1 Middle School, which is our warm home. In this happy family, we have created brilliance again and again with diligence and wisdom, and woven this warm and gorgeous junior high school life with dreams and youth. Here, let's thank our alma mater, school leaders, our beloved teachers and our dear classmates with gratitude and send our most sincere wishes!
If three years of junior high school life is like a star, scattered in every corner of our memory, then the teacher is a deep universe. It is its foil that makes the stars more dazzling.
In retrospect, how many times have teachers sacrificed their rest time to make up lessons for us? How many times, the teacher explained the problem to us again and again; How many times have teachers put up with our complaints, but still urged us to study dutifully? We know that we do homework late at night, but we don't know that the teacher also prepares lessons until the early hours of the morning; We know that we study hard for a week, but we don't know that teachers are equally tired when they work for a week. We can express unhappy emotions on our faces, but will teachers? We can express our dissatisfaction with the teacher by not finishing our homework, but can the teacher? We may try our best to calculate the teacher, but can the teacher? In the past, we were ignorant, but now, after the teacher's teaching and three years' experience, we finally picked the heavy fruit in this midsummer season, which is the crystallization of the teacher's sweat and hard-won. Here, on behalf of all junior three students, I sincerely say to our most beloved teacher: "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " "
A thousand days at a time. Nowadays, we are facing a great challenge in our study and life-the senior high school entrance examination. But we should be fearless, never back down. Besides, what is there to be afraid of? What really scares us is the fear itself. After three years of experience, the young eagle's wings are solid and its feathers are plump. Looking around, the blue sky beckons us, the sun illuminates the road ahead, white clouds are waiting to walk with us, mountains and mountains will look up to us, and we will soar in the wind and rain.
We will face an unusual moment, which is a glorious moment and a solemn and hopeful moment. It may be difficult, but, you know, when we are in the most difficult moment, we are close to success. At that time, we want to prove to the world that "there are many talents from all walks of life, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years!"
All good things must come to an end. After the senior high school entrance examination, we may be separated, but parting is also beautiful, because it is a prelude to getting together! At that time, we may cry, but it doesn't matter. Someone once said that this is evidence of youth. It makes us have memories and know how to cherish them. In fact, parting is not terrible, what is terrible is that we forget ourselves. Every moment, everyone should be the best of themselves. I believe that we will use our own actions to prove that we are worthy of being an outstanding graduate of State No.1 Middle School. We will choose State No.1 Middle School again, choose this fertile land, continue to fight the storm together, go forward bravely and realize our dream of a famous school.
Three years like a song
There is a shadow in the dusk like my dream. I always hide in the coldest corner. I like it.
I like to wrap myself up. I don't want to see this complicated world completely drown me. I don't want to lose myself I hope I can face life soberly. Even if the years are ruthless, fate plays tricks on me, and the times are full of thorns and helplessness, I am still me. I stay alone in a place where no one is there, laughing at the wind and cloud, and there are my footprints in the long river of sunset. I, a real life, wandered in the years and wandered to myself. When I look back, I dare not think, whether there will be a smile like today's years, whether there will be a bright face like sunrise, maybe I will cry, maybe I will sigh, just for the slip of spring, just for the vicissitudes of life remembered on that yellow face, who will remember me? Will I still laugh then? Is the smile also covered with tears? Tears full of rain?
All the memories are marked by years in endless cycles. Yesterday has long been a concept, but today it is like a landscape, a performance struggling in suffering and confusion, a forgotten loneliness, a sadness, and a sheng left behind by geese, waiting alone in the bright moon, waiting for what, I can't tell, only knowing that I should wait, maybe waiting for a beauty that I have never seen in the future.
Time flies, leaving me alone, dreaming of "plum hands on a moonlit night" and lying drunk in the green hills. I stayed in this season, but I don't know whether you missed it or I missed it. I put us in different times, but I have similar dreams. I can only laugh at the years, then cry, then fantasize, then read your story and wait.
Time is still interpreting the passage of life with footsteps. I will explain myself in this golden age, so that I can learn not to cry easily, learn to bear and learn to struggle.
I don't expect a rich harvest tomorrow, I just hope there are no regrets today. Twist the years into a song in your own struggle. Even if there is no glorious life, I will still proudly say "I have crossed loneliness and loneliness in persistence and struggle", I will laugh at the situation and I will have myself.
Silence is not necessarily a good thing, at least I can wake up and not be swallowed up by the noise. I like being alone. When a person comes into this world, he can cry whenever he wants. smile happily, dress up like a child. I take life seriously, but I won't define the value of life as taking. I live, I live in my own soul.
I like to be caught in the rain by the wind, like a quiet life, like to stand on the top of the mountain and be washed away by the rain, and then listen to the songs of the years with a smile like a baby who has bathed.
I love my life, just like a song, in the years.
Four years like a song
The new year is coming quietly, and people are not prepared at all. It seems that all the people on the earth are busy. "Bin Laden" keeps Americans busy; Peace talks between Israel and Palestine have been put on hold; Speed up the train; Car price reduction; Neighbor Zhang Ma produces Japanese tofu in the warehouse every day. Daughter-in-law has chloasma on her face and develops experimental fields on her face every day; It seems that only the years are slowly turning the calendar. Unconsciously, the New Year passed by all the people in the world. It allows you to turn back, but it doesn't allow you to turn back. It ignores the helplessness of people.
The new year is like a milestone. The past time has passed away like a husband, and the future days are like a silent river, extending backward in a mighty way. In the sonorous songs played by the years, the New Year is a short "passing door", as quiet and beautiful as Yuan Ye in spring and as light as the clouds in the sky. Carefree childhood and the innocence of teenagers seem to have entered adulthood unconsciously just yesterday. The romance of youth and unyielding stubbornness will be accompanied by the roar of the calendar, page after page. But think about it, man struggles upwards and water flows downwards. Isn't the meaning of life to set one life goal after another and then realize it step by step? Everyone in this world wants social recognition: actors expect applause; Writers expect their works to last forever; Businessmen expect financial resources to roll in; However, it is a minority who can get what they want. How many people have thousands of roads in their dreams and have to sell tofu when they wake up? You must work and live a dull life for many, many days.
Life is too short for nostalgia, aftertaste, hesitation and recovery. Don't care too much about the regrets left by meeting and leaving, and don't care too much about the joys and sorrows brought by honor and disgrace. It's fate to be together. We cannot be soul mates, but we can be honest with each other. When we leave, we cherish each other and show infinite love in our limited life. Too many regrets can only bother you, and too many complaints are a sign of incompetence. In the inn of life, everyone is a passer-by, and many things in this world come and go in a hurry. Rainbow hangs in the sky after rain with its unparalleled brilliance, because the good time will not last long, it will be more beautiful.
Everyone uses annual rings to calculate life span. 365 days, roses don't bloom every day. Students carrying heavy schoolbags have to bear the hope of the whole family since childhood; Give up a college student who has worked hard; Employment is still a problem; Fire the boss, many people are not even qualified to think; When middle-aged people have afternoon tea, their hair is getting less and less, their stomachs are getting better and better, and the young people around them are terrible. They have no confidence to fight for high or low, and the burden on their shoulders is not light, but people will never be young; Although the frost leaves in February are red, it is also watching the sun. Although it is dazzling, people are near dusk. At this age, you should take good care of yourself, pay attention to your diet and have a regular physical examination. Otherwise, the disease will not only bring a burden to your children, but also no one can take care of the pain.
Difficulties and failures are inevitable in one's life. That can only be regarded as a discordant note in the long river of years. See success or failure, life is heroic, just start all over again. Faced with unemployment, poverty, and all kinds of unforeseen difficulties and setbacks in life, we should learn to think rationally in the sun. Although there are many difficulties, we can cultivate one great self after another. Life can't have the same answer. When you are helpless, in the face of unspeakable grievances, as long as you have kindness and love in your heart, you will have strength and independence. I remember someone said: If you are not a successful person, be a hard worker first; If you are not a happy person, be a happy person first; If you are a successful person, remember Hemingway's words, "The world is a good place and worth fighting for." If you are still a nobody, it doesn't matter, because wild lilies also have spring.
Years are like songs, and years can be sung. Everyone's life will play a new movement. Time is merciless. Every stage of childhood, adolescence, youth, middle age and old age will come quietly and pass away quietly. No matter how noble or humble life is, there is only one time. This beautiful and precious life is worth everyone's efforts to cherish.
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