Essays on the light of the earth

May dreams become the beacon of the earth, and may blessings become the longest river.

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Just like every drop can't bring back the original grapes, I can't bring back the old days.

Even if I try my best to remember them, I find that they are like cirrus clouds in late summer and won't stay long. When autumn rain came, they dispersed. Just like the shadows of trees, scattered projections, the jagged blue waterline by the river, the leisurely singing of waterfowl in the sky, the reflection on the window glass, the swaying of fireflies, the melody of unknown origin, the missed shower … passed in an instant.

Or perhaps, as Viola said in the seventh year, "Every sincere memory is the previous hardship." Like me at the moment, I can only let tears blur my vision and past. Outside the window, the rain suddenly dispersed the wind, tore off the dust floating in the air, and also tore off my mood, full of loss.

I have always known that some things, such as our feelings for each other, can only be remembered and can never be described. It was an epiphyllum opening moment, either excited or sad. At that time, it was beautiful and brilliant. It was a fate and a necessity to wait for it to wither, grow and die in the soil.

At this time, we are just like those flowers sung in Park Shu-ge. Our minds are full of the beauty of the past and the aging of the future We are so afraid that we will go to the ends of the earth after June and never see each other again. However, we used to open up together and compete with each other, which was our best and proudest time. Even if there is a college entrance examination in front of us, even if it withers and grows into fruit, I think we will never forget the happiest, best, darkest, busiest, most luxurious and brilliant past in our lives.

So, I want to say that each of you should be healthy and become the most beautiful and mature fruit-even if it means many changes. None of this matters, because we can't see all the snowflakes in one's life. Everyone spends every winter alone in his own life. But at least I have had your spring and autumn, winter and summer, so every winter, I no longer feel cold.

Do you remember? In the early summer of Zhangshu, we * * * directed an exquisite play, simple props and plain words, but with our efforts, through every affectionate dialogue and every gesture of every role, every pair of clever pupils seemed to have a thousand words, which were vividly displayed. Our dream of being an actor has come true, and our imagination and creativity have also been greatly exerted. It's been a long time, but the humiliation and unwillingness of Lu Shiping played by Brother Banzi, the anger and grievance of Lu Dahai played by Three Hundred, the expression and tone of Your Majesty in the performance of Zhou Puyuan's ruthlessness and ruthlessness, the introverted and deep narration of Lattice and the behind-the-scenes production of Brother You are all vivid ... I think these are warm and beautiful memories in my life.

Even junior high school students can't help but say to me: I really envy your class. Students get along so well and have such a strong cohesion. Yes, this is indeed a wonderful thing. So I have always believed what Yu Zi said in xxx holic: There is no accident in this world, only necessity. This is a kind of fate, more like the stars shining in the sky for hundreds of millions of years, falling here and condensing into a grand and beautiful miracle.

When the second year of high school was re-divided, new blood poured in, but there was no rejection. It's not so much a meeting as a reunion. Straight men with short hair have a mirror-like personality in lucky stars. The dark-skinned "Chen Ge" is informal and generous, "mercy" is quiet and friendly, and Peng Xuan's laughter is unique. "Monkey King Deng" is always laughed at because of his name "conservation of momentum". Zeng Guanwen wearing a black frame always reminds me of those normal students who had political foresight and wore black tunic suits in the 1920s and 1930s. Huang Can, the second prize winner of the chemistry competition, was the first deskmate in my sophomore year. Tang Xiuguo, who has a strong accent, always makes people laugh when reading texts. Guo Shixin, who is simple and honest, plays basketball very well, and Wu Zeyu, who is competitive, always loses his temper when he can't do the problem. . . . . Of course, there is Gong Gong, who exists like a wonderful flower and is born as a joke like a child-thanks to him, there are many different nicknames in the class, such as Empress Guifei, Sister Gui, Sister Rong, Big S, Small S, Hero Fei, etc ... It's really ironic.

However, I don't know why, but I can't help crying again. I feel trapped in memories, confused and afraid of the indisputable cold reality-all this will eventually end in June when the phoenix blooms. Whether you like it or not, give up or not. Some things, some people we will eventually forget, helpless and melancholy.

I have always admired Dai Li. She has a pair of magical hands, and the world she writes is elegant but not lacking in truth. She can vividly describe many things that happened in the past, but I can only stare at the blank memory. I don't want to forget it, but it's like an old woman, and many of my impressions are no longer clear. I'm even afraid that one day I won't even remember what Dai Li looks like, although I hope we can sit together and eat popsicles and chat when we are 80 years old. She was holding a panda, and I was holding hello kitty to discuss who was attacking and who was suffering. Then I looked at each other's gray hair and almost lost teeth and made fun of each other.

Just like I hope I can remember Langer's mantra of "you are abnormal" in a few years, Maggie and I are in an Amanome, and they are Guan Lin brothers with pure manly temperament, slender and slim shopping, favorite king, easygoing Yang Xiaowen, delicate between obscene and lovely, sweet-looking Guo Yiluan, graceful in walking, and martial arts girl "Feng Ge" with great performance talent. Anne with curly hair, Mary standing at the back of the classroom doing eye exercises as the background, Ling Yi who loves to watch "Flying Magic", Liao Zhenyu with a straight face, Li who likes to provoke "300", and Li who prefers bright colors to willows. She is also ingenious with Xie, the filial and courteous' Xixi', the black-bellied Wang Luyu and Bobo Tou. Hard-working Zhou Zhou, sister-controlled otaku Cao Weiyang, Peng Yiling dressed as a pig to eat a tiger, Qiu Qiling who speaks softly, and Xiao Yu who has a low voice and magnetism. . . . . There are many people who can't write together. I'm afraid to forget everything you and I once had.

I don't know who said it: the biggest sorrow in life is that when we are still discussing that the north of the mountain is Yang and the south of the water is Yang, it will really be the north of the mountain. And those we always thought were forgotten in our obsession. But I really long for that day, even if the time is far away, even if we live far apart, we will remember the unforgettable bright spot of sincere laughter-

That's your shallow smile in the sun;

That was when I fell and stood up and was encouraged;

It was cold raindrops banging on the window, playing beautiful and melancholy music. All my warm tears and quiet smiles.

There are also our teachers, including the vicious teacher Guo Ya, the teacher Wang who loves to talk nonsense, the easy-going teacher Yang, the royal elder sister, the teacher Liang who is in the dark, and the teacher Gan who carefully arranges this book for us. I hope you will be happy and healthy forever!

Therefore, when I looked back several years later and reread this article, those years sitting under the lamp were immediately filled, full and fresh.

When I got up again, my life was as warm as ever.