Time never gets old, youth never fades away

Time never gets old and youth never fades

The early summer is slightly cool, and the years are faintly fragrant, like a jar of aged wine, which will last for a long time. In the cantabile years, I walked and sang together, along with the words that jumped out of my fingertips, through the wet and cold morning light, the bleary-eyed afternoon, and the gradually closing dusk, saying goodbye to my youth in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the blink of an eye, youth grows old, like the wind in July, the age of hibiscus leaves, leaving a light ink in life, telling the story of you and me to the years...

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On a lonely afternoon, a person embarks on a journey together with strangers, full of fatigue, and hears inappropriate and inappropriate jokes in various dialects, and a lot of noise. It's noisy, almost drowsy. Sitting by the window, I wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way. Unexpectedly, after opening the curtains, I saw poplar trees in twos and threes, uneven puddles, and the green grass, flowers, trees, and sky high that I expected. There is a world of difference between the light and dark clouds, the mood is dull for a moment, and after a moment of disappointment, my good intentions are in vain, and I smile and feel relieved. How can life be as fulfilling as one wishes? Simply close your eyes and mentally outline the scenery and mood you should have had at the beginning.

The sun shines lazily on the body through the car window, the cool breeze blows, the blue sky, the green mountains, it is extremely comfortable. My thoughts were racing in the Category 3 wind speed of 17°, and my memory was frozen in those scenes with slightly wet eyes. Life is just a matter of negligence. More than a thousand days and nights have slipped through our fingers inadvertently. Last year and today, it seems like before my eyes, the terraces and pavilions, the lakes and mountains, the bustling crowds, it seems like yesterday...

What slips away is time, what is remembered are memories. Just like the notebook wrapped in glazed red cover and full of thoughts, it will be treasured forever. Many years later, I will still remember that group of people...

I will still remember the outstanding and romantic Tan Zhongke. He was as outstanding as he was and had a box full of various awards. Awards seemed to have become a reality for him. The forms are piled in the corner like waste paper without paying attention to them, allowing dust to cover them, adding the mark of time. In his opinion, the only thing he is proud of is that his photography works have been included in the "College Student Photography Yearbook", in which his works have been published in large sections. People who know him well believe that Tan Ke's photos can reveal people's souls, and I do too. The industry's authority on his miraculous photography technology has received unanimous praise, and he is nicknamed the "Almighty King" but is still unknown.

I remember the handsome and confident Ma Shihua. As confident as he was, he participated in a speech contest with hundreds of people in the hospital. Without any preparation, he was "alone" and went on the stage to speak without any trace of nervousness. He spoke eloquently. Quoting from classics, the judges in the audience nodded frequently and praised repeatedly, and finally won the grand prize easily with an overwhelming advantage. Or at the "College Student Debate", he spoke eloquently and eloquently, leaving the defense speechless and "surrendering." According to what he said, standing on the stage is like "traveling all over the world in three or five steps, with six or seven people and a million soldiers." He has a head start, and at least his momentum cannot be defeated by others. Let him have a million soldiers, and I will take a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.

I remember Du Shunjun, who was diligent and diligent like him. He spent half of the 365 days in the library, soaking in countless classics and lost himself in selflessness. For him, the most praiseworthy thing is his calligraphy. He holds the pen, spreads the paper, and dips in ink. He is calm and calm, moving the clouds and flowing water, and the pen moves like a dragon and snake. It is done in one go. It is like "floating like floating clouds, as powerful as a startling dragon", which can be called Diaphragm and drunkenness, facial muscles and bones. If Mr. Youjun were still alive, he would surely stroke his beautiful beard and say with a smile: "Yes, yes, this man's calligraphy is magnificent, and his laws are beginning to take shape. He has gained the three tastes of my way. I am lucky in heaven, and I am not alone in my way." . In the calligraphy exhibition hall, calligraphy stickers signed by his pen name "Jinghong" dominate two-thirds of the exhibition hall. There are different forms of running script, official script, cursive script, and seal script. It seems to have become a personal calligraphy exhibition, and people give him the nickname "" The God of Books".