HABSELIGKEIT OLD TIMES

At 9:15 in the year of Gengzi, I took great courage and decided to revisit the old days. I cannot fully empathize with you. I hope it can bring you comfort. I can’t help but want to share this with you. paragraph of text.

Night, in my understanding, has always been about sensibility, impulsiveness and unreservedness. It is about taking off all disguises in the silent time and space, leaving a moment for myself to breathe. It has been two years since I graduated. In the past two years, I have often missed those days of fighting side by side. It is not to prove how important and reluctant I am to leave. It's just that as I grow up, I feel more and more boring about growing up. The normal state of life is that people around me come and go, and the old things say goodbye and the development of new things begins. After I was forced to end my 9-to-5 jet lag, I began to like to appreciate everyone who lives with heart. In the current uncertain life, I don't care about the past, don't be afraid of the future, and occasionally be a hero in life, even if I work alone.

When the moist monsoon blows through the treetops, things grow and die into the grand summer night, and all love and hate climb up the branches and blow away the summer, we seem to be really over. The talk of non-separation at that time slowly disappeared, and there were some people we had never met before. I don’t know if you, who are reading this text, have also experienced a period of youth. When the teacher taught a new lesson in the summer afternoon, you were drowsy with your eyelids drooped. When you quietly spoke in a low voice at noon, your eyes suddenly met. The guilty conscience of the class teacher; when you share your happiness with your deskmate, even if you have just quarreled, even if you are having a cold war: it is a deliberately created encounter, even if it is lame, even if everyone can see your thoughts. For the sake of excitement, you began to have a passion, and you longed to meet him every day. The scene of meeting him lingered in your mind, but when he actually met you, you lowered your head and avoided it. He looks awkward and incomprehensible, and he looks shy and timid, which adds a bit of fun to campus life.

When we were in school, we always liked to expand our differences. When we really left, we had no time to say goodbye and went our separate ways quietly. In thinking about it, we finally understood what it means to have a long life. Do you still remember that midsummer? The silly words that fool said, "I have to make up a class", "Then we will wait for you in the class. Mr. C and I will do our homework in the classroom and wait for you." Now think about it, when I handed in the homework, Are all my friends limited edition fools? Are they the kind of little fools who buy a big watermelon and get a free one?! "The high school entrance exam for physical education is coming soon, my standing jump..." "Let's go, let's go Let’s practice on the playground,” “Okay, let’s go for a walk.” At that time, you were with me, and suddenly the most difficult days had passed for so long. I still remember when we left school for the last time, the three of us walked side by side. The road was very short, and we walked straight out of the school gate. But we walked very slowly, very slowly, and no one spoke along the way. Until we reached the school gate, "This is the last time we leave the school gate..." No one said anything after that. They just sighed silently and stood on the path in front of the school gate for a long time, taking a few more glances. I never thought that graduation, which I have been talking about, is really over; I want to remember all your appearance, dry it in the sun, wait until next year to enter college again, and marinate and brew it for three years. In the silent waiting, we miss that summer, even if we can't go back, even if it falls apart. I have heard such a short sentence: encountering beauty unexpectedly. Now it seems that it is very appropriate to describe the warmth of midsummer. A comfortable relationship is really one where you can go for a long time without talking or hearing from each other, but as soon as you meet and chat, all the enthusiasm is still the same as before, which is what it should be. The heartbeat is still there. Everyone is lonely on the road to go, and it is meaningful to go in both directions. At a certain time on a certain day, one person invites you, two people get together, and then you join others; and at another time, you meet someone in the sea of ??people, and you get separated from someone in the memories of midsummer. On the day when the graduation photos were taken, when you faced the group in front of the camera, you suddenly realized that one third of them still lacked the test paper and certificate. I love every morning when I work hard, and I lament every sleepless night; I have seen afternoons of extra training, and just like you, everyone blames themselves. The youth you and I walked through seems to have disappeared before our eyes. We work hard together, feeling uneasy and happy at the same time.

I don’t know if this is the first time I have walked on the road to school. In my memory, it seems that I have been walking for many years. Strolling along the path can lead to people’s hearts, but it seems that I have never been here before, and it is endlessly strange. Endless ripples. The road is no longer so deserted with street vendors, and the school gate is no longer lively. You can't find the happiness created by the morning sun, there is no more busyness, and no more bustling; all the lively scenes are cold and lonely, born Being human is inherently lonely. You can't wait for a piece of cold skin on the street, you can't wait for the soy milk and fried dough sticks from the shop, and you can't wait for the children walking on the roadside; we can't wait for the achievements of the campus' health creation, and we can't wait for the grand trip together. There is no rainy day when I rush to the battlefield.

When I was in school, Mr. L and Mr. C were my favorite criminal bosses. Maybe they were like each other because they were in love with each other. Talking and laughing. When I return to the old place now, the indoor layout has not changed, but we are no longer at the table. Ordering the same thing, looking at the same person, I feel a little regretful, a little happy, and a little disappointed. The older you grow up, the lonelier you become, and the more boring you become as you grow up; even though you now have what you didn’t have before, you have achieved the results you carefully planned. , but after all, we still regret that we no longer exist. On opposite sides of the sky, a flower bloomed, and I sighed, confused, regretted, and volunteered. I really want to hear the sound of leaves falling, sparsely, and I want to see us under the stone chairs, with the mottled tree shadows dancing, and the river reflecting the smiling faces. The happiness at that time was very simple: there was no need to make up lessons, and the exam was over. , waiting for the holiday, and you. Obviously the 50-cent spicy strips are so cheap, obviously we were very busy with our studies; obviously we couldn't avoid fighting the night at that time, and obviously you didn't like that. One side has to pay, and the other side has to be subdued. Just because of the feelings we value, I can be accommodating, and you can be arrogant; I can be tough, but you will choose to speculate. After graduation, I have never been back to school. I dare not look at this place where we left our heroic words. Another year, my obsession sank to the bottom in mid-July, and I fled. I started a new journey, looking forward to a tomorrow that I couldn't see clearly, but it was still very ordinary. I believe: the invisible distance will eventually end, and those who meet will meet again.

With my only thoughts, I said goodbye to this city, left that bittersweet place, and started from scratch. In another time and space, I never met someone like you again. I also tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep. I also secretly hid in the bed and cried. I covered my mouth, not daring to speak loudly, and forced myself to wipe away my tears. When I first arrived in this city, I didn't dare to make any noise. I was afraid that people would notice my clues. I was cautious and curious. I was also sad because I was abandoned inexplicably. I think that is the saddest story, without exception; I thought I met a shoulder worth relying on, but later he left, leaving me alone to calm down in the cold wind. I don't blame him, and I'm very considerate. He once helped me when I was at a low point, but after all, he didn't deserve to see the other side of me. I later met a lot of people, had a lot of experiences, and had a lot of memories; but the best ones were with you. New friends don’t understand the scenery you’ve seen and traveled along the way, but old friends can understand with just a few clicks. I hope you have met many people and been met by many people. Some people chat with you all night long, some people climb mountains and wade in rivers to see you, and some people warm wine with you and watch the snow fall. They protect you from being invaded by the good and evil of human nature, and help you to become a better person and live affectionately in this dull world.

I hope that after passing through the sea of ??people, you will still be you. In the whirlpool of good and evil, I have been around for a long time, and it is difficult to make a decision. In the end, I would rather be myself. I hope there will be fewer gloomy days. When you are sad, the sun will always appear and tell you through the tiny gaps: the world is worth it. Before the epidemic, I was taking time off at home. I don’t know when I started to miss my days in school. There are some people worth cherishing, learning from, and being moved by. Isn’t that a blessing? I realized that running in the sunshine, holding hands with friends, going to school and other ordinary things are now so worth looking forward to, and "a good life is hard to come by."

Forgetting the time I spent with you, the nice weather when we met, the places we walked with our fingers leaning on each other, the pet names we called each other, the jokes that others couldn’t understand, and now that I think about the ridiculous arguments, it is better to forget you than to forget you. It's much more difficult.