When we middle-aged people walked into the hall of our alma mater's auditorium, everyone had a CD in his hand, which was an old song "Young Friends Come to Meet". There is such a sentence in the song: "We will meet again in 20 years, how beautiful the great motherland will be!" Do you remember? Twenty years ago, we sang this song to bid farewell to our alma mater! From then on, we agreed to meet again twenty years later. Go back to your alma mater. Look at our dear teacher. . . Today, twenty years later, we finally came to keep our appointment.
Twenty years, this agreement is so long. See the teacher with gray temples! Still familiar with the smile, the rings of the years are engraved on the face full of sunshine smiles, and we can't help crying. Teacher! How are you? Twenty years! This date is so long! We went from a young man and a young girl in their prime to middle age day by day. Teachers have reached retirement age. Dear teachers and classmates. We held hands and looked at each other, "teacher! How are you? " Old classmates! How are you doing? "
It's been twenty years, and this agreement has come too fast. It seems that I haven't had time to prepare a decent gift for my alma mater and teachers! It's time for a date. Time flies, with a flick of a finger! When our teachers and students get together. It doesn't seem to have changed much. It seems that my classmate was reading a book yesterday. . .
Twenty years, this agreement is so heavy. Every time I think about this party after 20 years. "Raise a glass to praise the hero, who belongs to the glory?" We dare not slack off at all. Our young college students are full of vigor and vitality, bearing the hope of the motherland, the trust of the nation, the burden of the family and the beam of the unit. We have gone through 20 years step by step, more than 7,300 days and nights without stopping. When we gather here today. We said to each other, "Teachers and students! Hard work! "
Twenty years, this date is so chic! Some students have become cadres and pillars of the country. Some became scholars, teachers or professors, educators, some became soldiers, and so on. No matter what you do, your achievements and your position, after all, we have made contributions to the society and the country. When we get together, we can raise our glasses and look back. We can say loudly, "We have a clear conscience!"
It's been twenty years, and this long-agreed date is so charming for us! Let go of my work and family affairs, from the south and the north. In order to fulfill the agreement made 20 years ago, today, 20 years later, dear teachers and classmates 1, we finally get together again! How can this situation not make people feel ups and downs and burst into tears? The school has changed so much that it is beyond my imagination. If this happened in the past, it would be out of reach. Yes, who can guess what my alma mater will be like in 20 years?
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and twenty years have passed in an instant. I have changed from that little fan to a famous star in the NBA. Now he works for the Los Angeles Lakers.
After I finished the World Championships and won the MVP, I immediately flew to my alma mater by my private jet. I think this honor belongs to my alma mater-Rongshui Town Ethnic Primary School. Because my alma mater has always paid attention to the cultivation of our interests, I have achieved today.
In front of my alma mater, I met my childhood friend Xin Li. He is now the president of the Chinese Basketball Association. Coincidentally, he also came to visit his alma mater. After meeting, we couldn't help hugging and missing the days of playing together. Yes, childhood is only once. Who wouldn't miss it?
Before we entered the school gate, the headmaster came out to welcome us. To our surprise, the headmaster turned out to be our good friend as a child-Liang Jiadong. I didn't expect the three of us to get together again after twenty years. The three of us embraced again. ...
Liang Jiadong first showed us around the teaching building. The teaching building is eight stories high. Instead of climbing the stairs, we took the "high-speed elevator". But in two seconds, we arrived at the eighth floor. I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked into the classroom. The blackboard disappeared and became a computer display screen; The tables and chairs have been renovated; The air conditioner also entered the classroom. Liang Jiadong said: "For the sake of teachers' health and teachers' faster access to information, we replaced the blackboard with a computer display screen. The students' desks have all been renovated. Now that air conditioning is installed, even in the cold winter, students can concentrate on their classes and are not affected by the environment. " Xin Li and I said in unison, "The school has changed so much!" "Who said not? The school has expanded from the previous one hectare to thirteen hectares, not to mention being famous in the whole county and even in the whole province! " Liang Jiadong proudly told us. Later, Liang Jiadong took us to an empty place, surrounded by pavilions, rockeries and goldfish ponds. It was an elegant place. Liang Jiadong said: "This is a place where students play and read books. Can't study, can't read. " Xin Li and I nodded in agreement.
"Come on, let's go and see the basketball court of our alma mater now." Liang Jiadong said. He seems to read our thoughts. After all, we are all basketball players. The basketball court is not what I expected. In my imagination, the basketball court of my alma mater is like a tall building. But this is not the case. Liang Jiadong took us to an underground stone step. He told us to go on. I thought to myself: didn't Liang Jiadong want us to go to the stadium? Why did he go to the basement? I went on with doubts. Suddenly, my eyes flashed. What you see is a magnificent stadium and an auditorium that can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. Liang Jiadong said: "In order to save land area, we built the stadium in the basement. How is it, has it changed a lot compared with the stadium when I was a child? " "The change is really too big. It turned out that we played on the concrete floor, and then the floor became plastic. Now an underground basketball court has been built. There is a wooden floor inside, and the back plate is made of transparent glass fiber reinforced plastic ... It is a world of difference compared with before! " I said with emotion.
The school has changed so much that it is beyond my imagination. If this happened in the past, it would be out of reach. Yes, who can guess what my alma mater will be like in 20 years?
In another 20 years, we will meet/be sent to the crematorium, and all of them will be burned to ashes/You and I/no one knows anyone/all of them will be sent to the countryside to be used as fertilizer/Ah, friends/who will be burned to ashes first? /Burn you or me first? /Anyway, it's just a pile of shit that despises human beings.
This is a new word for freshmen in the past twenty years. An old man sent such a feeling to it-here, all lofty speculations about the future are sealed and suffocated, and the rest are just naked cruelty, almost fainting. It directly removed us, and later removed all the hypocritical, shameless and despicable things in Modern, which can be regarded as a moral declaration of the birth of a new human being. But now it's time to ask these questions: What comes after "postmodernism"? What should I do after deconstruction? When new people bid farewell to their passion and the cry of youthful blood, what can help them drive away the darkness inside? This is also my confusion. When we are willing to be tool-oriented talents and stop talking about so-called ideals, what can help us drive away the darkness inside? Forget it, forget it. Today, the English teacher also said that when human beings think, God laughs.
"Let's meet again in twenty years."
Qingdao News Network Date: April 2007-17 Source: Qingdao Evening News
See you in 20 years is a popular song in the early 1980s. At that time, when I was in high school, I often sang this song with my classmates, but I didn't think so. Because at that time our life course was only 18 years. In contrast, 20 years is a distant concept. But I never imagined that 25 years had passed in a blink of an eye. The flower of youth has long faded, and the past has become a distant memory. At this time, there was an old melody in my ear, and a voice kept asking in my heart: Classmates, teachers, are you okay?
In early spring, everything recovers. Thanks to the efforts of enthusiastic students, our classmates and teachers in Class 82 1 of Qingdao No.30 Middle School got together again in one night. It is said that "classmates are lifelong friends and friends are lifelong friends", that's right. Speaking of us students, in the past 25 years, each of us has a different life experience, including civil servants, businessmen, soldiers, teachers, business leaders and ordinary workers, and so on. However, when students meet, they don't call them official titles, regardless of their professional titles, and even call them nicknames of the year, and unrestrained laughter breaks out one after another. Under the leadership of the monitor, we began to stand up and say hello to the teacher in class. At that moment, the long-lost warmth spread and infiltrated everyone like spring rain, which gave birth to the seeds of memory germination and blooming.
A careful female classmate brought a graduation photo of that year, and everyone rushed to pass it on, carefully identifying the changes brought by vicissitudes. The youthful face in the photo has really become a distant memory. While feeling the ruthlessness of the years, the students' thinking also rippled, and the topic gradually focused on the past of the lush years. At that time, who was naughty and who didn't like to talk and so on. The "three evils" named by the head teacher in those days got together again, and * * * proposed a toast to the head teacher. I know that these three students are sincere, and the troubles of growing up have long since vanished. The class teacher smiled happily, and I took the opportunity to raise the camera, leaving them a happy moment. Of course, what students say most is appositive. There is an appositive that I haven't seen since graduation. At that time, it was quiet Once she disdained to talk to me for a long time because I said the word "Xin" in her name was not good. I mentioned the past, but she didn't remember it for a long time, but she drank with me generously. She also told me that once she ate steamed stuffed buns at school, because she ate too much, she didn't dare to bend over in the evening study, and she didn't remember it at all. But what we remember best is a donation with flying love. In physical education class, a male classmate had an unfortunate fracture, and each of us couldn't bear to see him suffer physical and mental trauma again under the pressure of his studies. Therefore, everyone did not hesitate to donate small change and make a modest contribution.
That night, we drank a lot, talked a lot and took a lot of photos. Everyone experienced a spiritual feast in their memories. There is no impurity of fame and wealth, and there is no turbidity of material desires. Only Micari's long-standing classmates' feelings and teacher-student friendship are flowing in a clear and mellow way. That night, the waiters looked at us with great interest. They certainly don't understand why these uncles and aunts are "talking about teenagers". Suddenly there is an impulse, I want to say to them: you can't forget your classmates in everything, and the teacher-student relationship is easy to fade.
If another 20 years, the author: three thoughts.
Original debut on 2008-0 1- 10 popularity: 292
Flowering tree
Block the way home
I'm depressed.
Along the valley ahead
Back to the road of dreams
If in another 20 years,
Or that ignorant teenager
Can I light it for you?
The light of tomorrow
If in another 20 years,
Can I see your face?
I changed the world.
I just want to pursue your smile.
If in another 20 years,
Is there forever?
I reserve your idea.
Dreams come back to us.
In another twenty years.
"When ... when ..." The sound of twelve o'clock came from the bell tower in the distance. The workers are packing up their tools and getting ready to get off work; Lao Zhang, the foreman, leaned against the lathe, fiddled with his mobile phone and issued an unexpected order: "Work overtime at noon today! Be sure to make this batch of parts, because the completion time of this batch of work is until 3 pm. " Everyone didn't speak, although unhappy, but people had to bow their heads and work hard under the eaves.
After a while, Zhang foreman's cell phone rang. "What? Quanjude Hotel? 40 1 room? Ok, I'll be right there. " He answered the phone, threw out "I'll be right back" and left. Hi! We worked hard for a salary of more than 800 yuan a month. But who can blame this? At the beginning, I was admitted to No.1 Middle School with excellent results, thinking that everything was fine, so I relaxed my mind, played games, went to dance halls, stayed with gangsters in the street, and put my study behind me. Disdain the inculcation of parents and teachers. Academic performance plummeted, and finally even ordinary colleges and universities failed to pass the exam. In order to make a living, my parents went around seeking talents and got the job in the valve factory, which also solved the urgent need. Alas, it can really be said that young people don't work hard and old people are pathetic!
It is difficult to go to work, and everyone is exhausted. I took off my work clothes and hurried home. Just crossing the underpass bridge, at the corner, I suddenly heard the back. ......
Teachers and classmates, everyone hugged each other and cried, which was tears of joy when they met. Meeting is happy and short. Let's enjoy this short-lived happiness! Enjoy the aftertaste. 1 Let's meet again: "Let's meet again in twenty years! At that time, dear old classmates and teachers, you must come! "