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Netease Cloud's Review of the Year (19)
Men after middle age
I often feel lonely.
Because as soon as he opened his eyes,
Surrounded by people who depend on him.
But he has no one to rely on.
-Zhang Ailing
@ I have read a sentence: Dad has done bad things. You must forgive dad. Dad is also a father for the first time.
I was 1 1 years old in the Wenchuan earthquake that year, and he was 38 years old. Now I am 2 1, and he is 38.
I heard from your friend that you went to Shanghai. I want to tell you that I have been in Xi and have never left. I secretly loved you behind everyone's back. I secretly went to our school, classrooms, canteens, libraries, playgrounds, and everywhere I walked with you. Until now, I understand that it is impossible to forget someone who once loved so much, but it is impossible for second time around. If it is broken, no one can go back to heaven.
Ten years ago, you said that life is as gorgeous as summer flowers.
Ten years later, you said that ordinary is the only answer.
In the summer when I was 7 years old, my parents and I moved to a big quadrangle. I am timid and introverted. Grandpa, the doorman, smiled at me, feeling strange and warm. That summer, grandpa and I became good friends. He taught me to play chess and carve a pistol out of wood. I remember my grandfather loves bitter gourd, but he said bitter gourd is not bitter, and nothing is the most bitter. Later I realized that he was diagnosed with lung cancer that summer. He misses it like a summer flower. You are safe there!
Father is a serious and stubborn man. I am very naughty and often beaten. I've been afraid of him since I was a child. My father has a good memory. When I was in college, I had difficulties at home. Once my dad helped others write on the outdoor wall in winter, and then they gave me extra money. My father called me happily and said, I just think he works too hard. A week later, my father called again and told the story happily, and my tears came down in an instant.
When I was in college, I went out for a part-time job, and sometimes I had to go back to school after eight o'clock in the evening. Dad told me that you should stop taking part-time jobs, and I always felt uneasy. I said, I am familiar with this place, the bus is very convenient, and I have grown up. It's okay. Dad said, even if you are 80 years old, you are still my daughter. That winter vacation, my father was cooking in the kitchen and I was chatting. He suddenly said, you grow up slowly, and we can grow old slowly.
You only know that I don't quit smoking and drinking. You don't know how much I tremble when people tell me about you!
That summer, I casually said "I'm so tired" in the stairwell, because on the fourth floor of our classroom, I looked up and saw you extending a hand to me. Now that I think about it, the feeling that day was really subtle. Although we have never met again, I hope you will be all right and remember me.
@ Today the weather is good, there is no class in the afternoon;
It won't happen again
Later, when we all grew up, we became very busy and never had time to get together again. Only then did I know that some people will never see each other again in this life.
Time is a rigid and restrictive resource for human interaction with the world. We have been killed by others during the day and can't sleep at night. The psychological meaning of staying up late is freedom+peace of mind, just like stealing.
Private space. Especially for introverts, being alone at night is a way to restore energy. Rest of the soul is more important than rest of the body. As long as you don't sleep, the night will not stop and tomorrow will not come.
I hope I suddenly wake up one day and find myself asleep in a class in senior three. Everything I'm experiencing now is a dream, and your saliva is all over the table. You told your deskmate that you had a long dream. My deskmate called you an idiot and asked you to listen carefully. You look at the stadium outside the window, everything is so familiar and everything is full of hope. ...
I broke up with him for a year and took a taxi to his usual place every day. I have never met him. This morning, I still habitually walked to that road to take a taxi. I saw a taxi coming not far away. I waved to the driver. I don't wear glasses. My face is familiar, and my right ear is wearing Bluetooth. He stopped the car. I opened the door and saw it was him. Time condensed for three seconds. I closed the door and didn't get on the bus. I just said to the back of the car.
Since the goal is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
When I was in high school, I liked a girl. She is a bully and I am a scum. When the math teacher checked her homework for the first time, she stood up with a red face and found that she was the only one who didn't write. The teacher was surprised and asked who else hadn't written. I also stood up slowly. We were punished for running ten laps on the playground. She laughed at herself that she won the prize only once and didn't do her homework, unlike me who didn't do my homework every day. You deserve to be punished. I glanced at her and silently said that I wrote it.
@ I got the news today, and my junior high school deskmate finally left after a year of anti-cancer. I remember the postcard she sent me in college, joking that she asked me to play her a song of yours at the same table. I didn't expect that she would never hear it again now. May there be no pain in heaven
When I was in the third year of high school, I brushed my teeth on the balcony on the fourth floor. I watched the empty asphalt road without cars before dawn, the street lamps were on intermittently, and sporadic students passed by. I didn't feel anything at that time, but I felt that every tomorrow had a purpose, and there would always be a wait as the days went on. But it seems that this is not the case. I am very tired now. I stayed up all night preparing for the exam. I miss being awake at 5: 50.
On the day of postgraduate entrance examination, I went to the classroom to read alone every day. Over and over again, big dreams are buried under the lonely back. No matter how hard and tired I am, I will stick to it. No one's success is accidental. Behind every glory, there is a history of your unknown and even bitter struggle.
@ Think of the head teacher in high school, the scene is that she walked in from the back door of the classroom and tore up my romance novel without saying a word; The scene is that when I graduated, she patted me on the shoulder and told me to do well in the exam. Sorry, teacher, I didn't listen to you. Now that I'm in the same city as you, I don't have the courage to meet you. I was afraid you would say, look how right I am. You didn't study hard, but now you have to cross the river to go to school.
I have never been to a university campus, even a high school campus, but I am still young. My youth passed away in the city. While you were still sleeping in English class, I was already shuttling between tall buildings. When you were walking side by side with him (her) on the tree-lined path on campus, I was already thinking about tomorrow's food and clothing. This is my youth, full of reality, cruelty and suffocation, but also unyielding and brave.
The true meaning of life lies in innovation, the ideal of life lies in sublimity, the art of life lies in choice, the pace of life lies in sureness, the happiness of life lies in pursuit, and the happiness of life lies in dullness.
@ Now I find out that teachers are not all liars, at least they all told the truth: three years is very short.
@ Like a sentence from Han Han: The college entrance examination is over. Soon there will be such a group of children, who can't wait to leave their schoolbags, go to dinner, surf the Internet all night, travel, KTV, hang out and party ... I think they are finally liberated ... but what you left behind is heaven.
@ I don't have such a high-value student in high school. The boys and girls we like are not tall, handsome, ugly and have poor grades, but it will be warm to think of him. Every time we change seats, we want to get close to him. Reality is not a movie after all. We read too many textbooks and played too little in high school. At that time, we didn't know what' seeing faces' was, but everyone in the class understood their kindness and uniqueness. What I miss most in college now are those who get along with each other day and night.
@ eager to be a child ~? Remember in junior high school English class, the teacher asked you what your dream was? The deskmate replied: I want to be an adult! I remember the teacher smiling without saying a word. Yes, children are eager for growth and freedom; Adults are eager to be children again, "free", naive, carefree, carefree ~? What's your dream?
I always fantasize that one day, when I woke up, I was still sitting in the window seat of Class 3 12, watching the new concept composition just published, and then I handed the novel collection in my hand to a tall man sitting at a table in front of me, and then I took the note from behind, quietly wrote a reply, and passed it back to him through the whole class. At that time, I will definitely not throw away his love letter, and I will definitely draw a smiling face to tell him.
@ When I heard the sentence "I smiled and cried and hugged the whole class", I suddenly thought of the wonderful work of our class. Two months before graduation, I began to write to the whole class every day. At that time, 89 people in our class stayed up until two or three o'clock every day, and the talent was there ... I was shocked at that time. Now that I think about it, maybe he just wants to give the letter to someone brazenly on graduation day, although he still misses tears, although it has nothing to do with me. ...
Gradually, you will understand that the school uniforms you didn't like before are actually not so ugly. The worst thing is that the boy or girl who has a crush on you in the next class doesn't like you. What we cherish is not the ordinary school uniform, but the pure and beautiful youth of those years. After leaving, I found that my alma mater is a place where I can laugh and curse, but I can't tolerate other people's accusations.
@ Skipping classes, copying exams, scraping credits, mixing designs, spelling papers, and passing degrees, cheating the employment rate with tripartite agreements. What is true? Sweat flowing on the court, running circles on the playground, darkness in the dormitory, tears when we parted, music played in the dormitory, arguments among girls at the symposium, drunkenness bought in small restaurants, queues in the canteen and seats occupied in the library are all true.
@ "Is the school uniform thrown?" "Don't throw it away."
"Why?" ? "It's too expensive."
"How expensive is it?" ? Three years of youth
@ Time will tell you the answer:? Ambiguous for a long time, together is illogical, or tacitly connected. ? "
In the year of graduation, my roommates were picked up by my parents. In those days, I stayed alone in the dormitory and felt abandoned. Their bed is so empty, it seems that someone will always come in from outside and call my name to make fun of me. It's really fast from freshman to senior.
Ten years later, I sat quietly on the balcony, and an Alaskan lay quietly beside me. At sunset, its fur is golden. Listening to this song, I recalled the old days ten years ago. That summer, we attended bar mitzvah and carnival, and took photos in suits and ties. The beloved girl stood not far away and looked at us quietly. What a warm and human scene, I think. I put out my cigarette with a smile. I hope everyone will be as beautiful as ever.
I graduated from college at the end of June this year. I just finished drinking and went to karaoke with my roommate. The song that my roommate sang was really in tears. I am a local resident. I really dare not think, I will send my brothers to the station or airport one by one, and then face the scene of locking the door in the empty dormitory. I always feel that graduation is far away, and I will go my separate ways in an instant. ...
@ Class teacher: "Why don't you throw away your school uniform after graduation?" Me: "Because it's expensive." The head teacher: "Where is it expensive?" Me: "We have been in it for three years." Class teacher: "What are you doing?" Me: "Practice laughing." Head teacher: "Why?" Me: "Because I don't want to cry on the day of filming graduation photo" The head teacher: "When do you like school uniforms" Me: "When I know I can't wear them"
@ The campus life that I always wanted to get rid of in those years, the campus life that I thought I was extremely disgusted with, and the campus life that I thought I would never miss. When I really left, I found that we were already in tears. The last thing left is the memories buried in my heart after I left. We will never be together again. ...
The name in my mind is you.
When I can't solve the big math problem, I think about you.
When you raise the flag, you are in the corner of your eye.
There are you in the crowded street.
You are in an empty lane.
The summer breeze is you.
You are a dead branch that stirs my sideburns.
You are in a dream.
You're awake.
My whole heart is full of you.
@ Remember the last Chinese class, the teacher said, "Take out a piece of paper and write it silently." The teacher said, "One hundred times wrong, one hundred times less." The whole class is complaining: "Teacher, what are you silent about?" The name of the whole class is not old, so we're not leaving.
It seems that we haven't recalled our school days for a long time and never realized that graduation means going our separate ways. Life seems to have a fixed process. We should continue to study, work, get married and have children step by step. No one's youth is not confused. There have been sadness, happiness, tears and sweat to gather memories of youth. Although life has been worn away by years, life still needs to go on, and good things still need to be done by yourself.
After graduation, you are not mine. The bell rang, the classroom was empty, and all the novels I read at my desk fell asleep. After graduation, you are not mine. Don't look back. It is time to think about the future. Our world has begun to be incomplete, and then the stranger's heart hurts. So I rode you by and walked on the street for three years. The admission notice in your hand is red.
@ With the development of communication technology and convenience, writing love letters is probably just the choice of people who like words! I'm thinking that a love letter is not only a fragment of love, but also the biggest test of writing and endless missing each other. After writing, you can still keep your original heart, be grateful to the world, and let each other meet, know each other and cherish each other. Don't give up your life experience.
@ 18 years old, when that mobile phone has become popular, she and I still like to write to each other. I asked her to write her happiest things, and she asked me to choose her favorite stationery; I joked that her handwriting was not as good as mine. She joked that I complained more than a girl ... at the age of 28, I was no longer the teenager who wrote long letters. She has married someone else. 187 letter, I read it slowly for three days and burned it slowly for one day.
When I was young, whenever I was sick, my mother would make me a cup of coffee. She said softly, "Foreigners drink this." When I was young, I was always afraid of coffee. Now I can't find the taste I drank as a child in Milo, Shangdao and Starbucks until I drank a cup of Radix Isatidis that day …
There is a yearning, just waiting for the person who is worth cherishing. Everyone looks different, just like every leaf. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can find the unique and lovely side of others, unless you always close your eyes and refuse to see, feel and understand others. It is an effort to find the loveliness of others and stand on your own side, but only when you really pay, will you realize that what others give back to you must be much more than what you pay!
I was blind in a car accident, so I never knew what my girlfriend looked like. That year, she got stomach cancer, and before she died, she transplanted her cornea to me. The first thing I did after I regained my sight was to look for her photo. However, I only found a letter she left me. There is a blank photo in the letter, which says, "Don't think about what I look like. The next person you love is me. "
Take a photo of graduation photo. I walked across the sea of people and asked her: May I take a photo with you? She turned and smiled at her best friend, and then smiled and said to me, OK. I left a photo of the girl who passed by my window every day, but I only knew her name, but she knew nothing about me. After graduation, I left the party, and I lost her news. Occasionally, I only remember that she was wearing a white floral skirt with a red coiled copper coin on her left foot.
@ I switched to 18, and I lost my father who loved me the most this summer. Because my parents divorced, even my father's death was said by my colleagues on the phone. The high-speed rail ticket from Guangzhou to Wuhan was sold out on the same day. I bought the train station ticket alone and went back by car, 12 hours. I can't believe that I finished the whole funeral process by myself, and my relatives refused to help. At the moment I got home, my heart broke down.
On one night,
The head teacher went to check the dormitory.
Only to find that the dormitory was empty.
He hurried back to the classroom.
Only to find that the lights in the classroom have been turned off.
He was stupefied.
Suddenly burst into tears:
It turns out that the students have graduated. ...
@ My youth doesn't smoke, drink or fight in groups, only exams. However, there are friends, lovely and interesting teachers, streets full of old banyan trees that I walk through every day, and balconies on both sides of the old street. I am full of expectations for the future.
When I was a child, I was nearsighted at 500 degrees, and I could find him on the playground 800 meters away without glasses. This special function was later lost.
This is my third blind date this year. As soon as I sat down, my mother began to talk about the advantages of the girl opposite me. The central idea is that I must marry her and go home as my wife. After my mother finished, the other mother began to praise me for her daughter again. It was half an hour before the two mothers winked at each other and left the table alone. I looked at her quietly for a minute. "Long time no see." She said first
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