Composition: Meeting after 20 years

How time flies! Today is1October 10. Looking back on my thoughts before the National Day, I still wonder when I can spend these days smoothly, because these days are the days when our 86-level plant protection students from Huanong gather in Yichang.

Twenty years is fleeting. Today, 20 years later, we are either disappointed or depressed or high-spirited or pessimistic, but after 20 years, we have all come smoothly. On the day of the 20th anniversary party, we review the past, experience and future. In the past 20 years, we have also been at the forefront.

20 10 gathered at the Qingjiang River, in Zhangjian and Yichang of the Three Gorges. We talked about twenty years' experience, our understanding of life, our respective changes and our views on everything. There is no doubt that our experience has been enriched, deepened and our understanding of life deepened. We walked from a young man full of ideals step by step, until today, forty without confusion; We have changed from a girl whose flowers are shaking one after another to a young woman who still has charm; We have changed from children to today's parents; We have changed from students to teachers, professors and senior agronomists; We have changed from a thin and naive student to a social backbone with a broad shoulder and a big belly, so some people have become district heads, some have become company bosses, some have become technical directors, webmasters and senior agronomists. In a word, we have become the backbone of society.

After 20 years together, we have re-recognized ourselves, we have children, and we have our own new concerns; After 20 years together, we have our own career and the goal of fighting for our own career. We are no longer students who can only read books, nor are we favored by heaven who can only dream and look forward to it. We have become truly mature middle-aged men and women, and we are the mainstay of our career. Some people are proud, some people are frustrated, some people are still ambitious, and some people have already left life, but we still can't forget that we were classmates, and we were classmates in the same university. We hope that we can have a good development, and we all hope that we can be successful in our official career, with high spirits and spring breeze, because this will be our capital to show off!

Classmates, classmates who have been together for 20 years, we are classmates and will always be classmates!

After 20 years together, we are mature again. We see ourselves in everyone, and each of us has the impression of others. We penetrate each other and influence each other. We are students of the same university, we are favored by the same university and department, and we are classmates of the same major. Our context is the same. There are the same teachers, the same classrooms and the same campus culture on the platform. Today, we have the same party, the same scenic spot, the same banquet, and the party for 20 years. We have continued the same frontier.

Today, the students are scattered. Tomorrow, when can we get together? Twenty years together has left us with too many regrets. Our communication is far from over, our feelings are far from complete, and our hearts and lungs are far from fully open. Twenty years together has left us endless idle thoughts and endless expectations. We are looking forward to, maybe one day at a certain time and place, we will meet again.

Goodbye, class!

In another 20 years, we may become old women or old men, our waists may bend, our hair may turn gray, our thoughts will be more, and everything will change beyond recognition. But we are still classmates, and we will remember that we once had the same teacher, the same podium, the same laboratory and the same dormitory. We laugh, cry, sigh or say nothing. We only extend one frontier. We are all valued by Huanong 86 Plant Protection. We are classmates.

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Children always forget each other in a hurry and are fighting for their own lives. Our hearts ignore the mutual comfort they should have in a kind of pain. That's how life separates us. Although greeting is just a phone call or a small greeting on MSN, we can't even do this. We are willing to cheat each other secretly all day, but I didn't expect this to be the way for the other party to cheat you. What can we say, is the distance near or near, and is the heart the farthest?

When I was a child, my grandmother's family was in the mountains, more than ten miles away from home, and there was no bike. After walking for at least two hours, my brother and I feel so far away. Every summer vacation, our cousins always like to invite them to grandma's house, to play in grandma's pear grove, to watch the clear waves in the reservoir and to fight the Red Army in the mountains. At this time of year, we feel far away from home, and we will be very homesick in two days, so we have to trek again. I was already sweating when I got home, and my mother would definitely wait for us at the head of the village. In the meeting and parting again and again, home is the end and the warmest place.

We are all grown up, grandma is old, and that pear tree forest has long been eaten by insects. We all have cars, and it takes only ten minutes to get to grandma's house, but we go less. We just go in a hurry every Spring Festival, saying that I don't have time and have a lot of things to do, and then we leave in a hurry. My family can't even spend the weekend with my family. When a phone call explained that I couldn't go home for dinner, I never thought about my inner loss on the other end of the phone. When children are scared when they see me, some people can't understand the sadness that emerges in their hearts. We really owe them too much, but we always have an excuse to comfort our fragile souls.

Getting together is beautiful, but it also costs something, either against one's will or the capital prepared for a gathering. The reunion is a silent contest. We are used to the Spring Festival party, but when the Spring Festival is accompanied by the gradual disappearance of the flavor of the year, we forget the party, so a phone call every year has become our routine. Everyone doesn't want to forget each other. The real phone is picked up and dialed, but when there is nothing to say, it is quietly put in his pocket, so he (she) comforts himself. Maybe he (she) doesn't want me to disturb him.

Greeting has become a courtesy, and it is also an expression that you want to give up and don't want to give up. So we chose to get together, and we had already made an appointment to get together, but why are there so few things that moved us on the wine table? We always say that we are past the age of excitement, but are we really "mature" to that point?

Therefore, after a dinner in Duan Hua, we are looking forward to the next phone call a year later.

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August day

Bai Hua drifted to Mei Zui JIU.

Old love is vaguely round today.

It is difficult to go or stay.

It has been my long-cherished wish for more than 20 years for my high school classmates to get together and have a long talk. In short, it is a dream between countless closed eyes and opened eyes in the middle of the night, and it is countless yearning in the dream.

In my dream, I went back to my old alma mater countless times and returned to that group of simple classmates. When I slept on the pillow, I traveled thousands of miles to my hometown. From the vast forest sea, the ice-carved Arctic and the vast Heilongjiang, I traveled thousands of miles to this boundless field. This sentiment is particularly evident in Shu Lang. Memories of old classmates come to mind.

Twenty-four years ago, we listened quietly in the same classroom, accompanied by the spring breeze outside the window, the dripping rain, the falling snowflakes and the tactfully singing birds. We wander in the sea of books and trudge in the paradise of wisdom. Before this party, we were all busy with the world and seldom met each other. This time, I hugged each other, and my memory was instantly opened, becoming familiar, tacit and cordial.

In that song-like time, no matter how hard and tired life was at that time, we all came singing. Although silver threads and wrinkles have begun to appear over time. But it filled my heart like a song, and the rhythm of that friend sounded, as if the past came again, and the past style reappeared. Not everyone has a good voice, but our hearts are singing. At this time, our youth is gone, and our beauty is gone. Looking back on the road, we have no regrets and a long aftertaste.

Old monitor, in that warm group, you are the goal we follow. All activities and all eyes have placed trust and hope on you. Today, you are still the indispensable core of this group, and everything you say is still the direction we follow. In the lush years of getting along with each other, our eyes are clear and our love is transparent.

A wisp of early autumn breeze blew, and the bustling Yuanye suddenly came to life. Crops are swaying, wildflowers on the roadside are dancing and birds are singing. White clouds dotted on the blue sky follow us forward and share our joy. Our hearts seem to be more peaceful and noble. All the scenery is bright and beautiful, and the scenery is infinite. And a sincere friendship with classmates is more like a breeze in this autumn. Blow up your mind, which is gradually numbed by the vicissitudes of time, and your feelings for friendship and care will always be fresh and full of vitality. In the four seasons of life, the perineum will be white, the sky will be blue and the grass will be blue. Let my heart warm, let me sing alone, let me dance dully, let my life be wonderful and let the years last forever. Students care about each other, whether I give it to him or he gives it to me. There is always unspeakable joy and comfort.

I laughed at my naval classmates. At the beginning, you were the teenager in my eyes leaning against the railing, riding a white horse on the grass, wearing a white cloth, standing in the wind and fighting swords in the rivers and lakes. In the dream of youth, you are so elegant and perfect. Today, when I see you beyond recognition and without a trace of elegance, I lament the vicissitudes and helplessness of fate. How much melancholy surges from my heart. Let me ask you something. Do you remember me that you have never seen before? We laughed and said goodbye to the dream years more than twenty years ago.

Wenbo is a three-year high school student. She has never seen you walk into the classroom with your head held high. You always jump on your seat with your head down and your face red. Such a shy boy always makes me snicker. When you grow up, you become a teacher. Unexpectedly, you are the most lively and interesting one, and your old image is gone. Time has not only changed our appearance, but also changed the state of existence in our memory. Shallow surprises, gentle sighs, and many original changes will quietly take root and flourish in 20 years.

Studying in the army is still full of sincerity, generosity and openness. Your character will remain in my life forever. I am happy for my good sister Ling. I can marry a good man like you. I wish you all the best: good people have a safe life.

Min Xu, the elder sister of our class, the love between you and Chang Wei is always as sweet as the first love, which makes me envy. Your daughter is going to Xiamen University. We are excited about this and applaud it. And my daughter's speech made me cry. In the past 20 years, my parents' efforts have been so understood and respected by my daughter. Life has no regrets, and future generations move forward.

For two days, my heart was full of happiness, surrounded by friendship, releasing my hearty laughter and singing my long-lost old songs. I am back to the age of 18, and I can be willful and noisy.

I can't forget the words and feelings when I raised my glass. I can't forget one song after another in the karaoke room, and I can't forget the happy smile in front of the camera. I can't forget that when we broke up, I was drunk and confused, and I couldn't bear to give up.

In this refreshing and pleasant early autumn, dreams come true and wishes come true. East and west, north and south, Nehe town gathered. Poetry, dreams, past lives, this life. What is not clear is the feelings of thousands of turns.

It is hard to say friendship when we meet, and it is hard to say goodbye.

Let's say wish. I wish the students happiness and health forever and a better tomorrow! Affectionate has been hurt since ancient times. As soon as the station is opened, the road is long, and it's Xiu Yuan. Love is in the world, and people are far away. Always remember Nehe for two days, and remember it in this life. Let's remember * * *: August 2009.

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Sixteen years ago, I left my alma mater, where I studied and lived for three years, and my head teacher, Mr. Zhang, who brought me Chinese for three years. The mood at that time, now that I think about it, still makes my throat choke. But my studies are full and I want to go back to my hometown for employment. Parting is really helpless. I think, when can I go back to my alma mater and see my teacher Zhang again?

At that time, Mr. Zhang was about forty years old, with a thin face and honest and frank temperament. He doesn't have much contact with students at ordinary times, let alone open his heart to them. What happened in class, he just dealt with it by the way in class. But three years of substitute and class teacher's life still left me an indelible memory.

Once I was teaching two poems in The Book of Songs. After the first class, Teacher Zhang gave us homework and asked us to recite the whole poem. Most students didn't care, but I recited it carefully. The next day, in Chinese class, when Teacher Zhang asked questions, none of the students raised their hands. I wanted to raise my hand, but I looked at the class and didn't raise my hand. Teacher Zhang looked a little annoyed, looked around the class and stopped in front of me. I saw those eyes with doubt and encouragement. I was moved by his eyes and slowly raised my hand. Teacher Zhang smiled on her thin face and raised her hand for me to recite. Under the embarrassing situation that the whole class is "indifferent", I am very unskilled. Teacher Zhang gave me a satisfied smile and praised me.

In a composition class, Teacher Zhang assigned an essay entitled "Remember a young man with ideals". I thought about it for a long time and wrote it to everyone I thought I knew. So who are you writing? Just write about yourself So, taking myself as the prototype, I wrote a young man who didn't go to college, but was interested in literary creation and finally became a literary genius in the third person. I used the materials in my diary and finished this composition quickly. I wrote eight whole pages.

When commenting on the composition, Teacher Zhang read my composition and that of several classmates, and especially praised me. After the composition was handed out, I saw that Teacher Zhang wrote many comments after the composition. Teacher Zhang confirmed my language and structure in the comments, saying that my ending was very meaningful. At the end of the comment, he wrote the following sentence: "If your composition and the poems you quoted are written by yourself, then you have the talent to write poems."

I have a genius? In my mind, only great scientists and great writers will have such a title. Teacher Zhang gave it to me. As my composition evaluation, I was "flattered". I studied literature after going to normal school, and fell in love with literature under the influence of my classmates, but it was just a hobby and I didn't expect much. The word "genius" further enhanced my love for literature and confidence in writing. I secretly made up my mind that I must do something in literature in the future.

I copied this comment of teacher Zhang neatly in my diary as an inspiration of my life. Later, my composition was often praised by teacher Zhang, and students often circulated it. When I graduated, my classmates called me "writer".

If my writing level has really improved and I have made some achievements in literature, it can't be separated from the edification of my classmates who love literature and the encouragement of Teacher Zhang's "genius".

When I was still at school, my father died and my heart was very painful. Often hide in the dormitory and cry alone. Teacher Zhang called me to his office, inquired about my family situation in detail, and comforted me by saying, "Don't be too sad, treat me as your home in the future and come to me often." Tell me if you are sad. "

After that, I didn't often go to see Mr. Zhang, but Mr. Zhang took the initiative to call me to his office, asked me about all aspects, said something to comfort me, and organized my classmates to help and comfort me many times materially and spiritually. My classmates regard me as a younger brother, while my teacher Zhang regards me as a son.

After graduating and returning to my hometown, I often dream about my three-year life as a teacher and the thin-faced teacher Zhang. I think I must go back to my alma mater to see my teacher Zhang in the future.

After leaving my alma mater for eight years, I have made some achievements in my work and a little "harvest" in literature. After graduation, I studied by correspondence in Luxun College of Literature for three years and wrote some novels and many poems. Some of my poems have been published in local newspapers and some have been selected for publication. 1993, I participated in the national poetry competition to commemorate the centenary of Mao Zedong's birth. My "Journey of a Nation" won the Excellence Award and was selected for the album "Singing to Mao Zedong". Later, I sorted out what I had done and published two books of poetry.

I decided to report these achievements and gains to my alma mater and teacher Zhang.

I took a bus to the county town where I lived and studied for three years, hundreds of miles away from home. After getting off, I hurried into my alma mater. Teacher Zhang and I met at our alma mater, which is far away. Mr. Zhang recognized me and called my name. Before I approached, I saw that Mr. Zhang was as thin as before, but the wrinkles on his forehead were deeper than before. I don't know what to say to my teacher Zhang at once.

Teacher Zhang asked me to have dinner at his house. In the evening, he arranged me in his office and asked another teacher to have a drink and chat with me. Teacher Zhang asked me about my family life. He was very happy when he learned that I just got married, my younger brothers were at school, their academic performance was good, and my mother was in good health. After drinking, Mr. Zhang made my bed and went back to his home.

I had a dream that night. I dreamed that I hugged my teacher Zhang deeply.

The next afternoon, I gave a two-hour report to the teachers and students of the whole school. I talked about my life in my alma mater for three years, the care and help of all the teachers, my work after graduation, and the encouragement that Teacher Zhang once gave me in words. After the lecture, I presented my published poems to my alma mater.

When I left my alma mater, Mr. Zhang kept seeing me out of school. I held teacher Zhang's hand tightly, but I couldn't let it go. I don't know when I can see my teacher Zhang again.

Time flies, and it's eight years in a blink of an eye. At the initiative of Mr. Zhang and some classmates, my former classmates decided to get together in the city where their alma mater is located during May 1, 2002.

On that day, we arrived as scheduled. The former classmates and teenagers have entered middle age at this time. And my teacher, Zhang, has crossed the threshold of his old age. His face is thinner, only a little more kind than before. Perhaps it is because of the rare meeting for many years that Mr. Zhang is much more talkative and casual than in the past. We visited our alma mater and the surrounding scenic spots together. The afternoon before departure, Mr. Zhang, I guessed the rules of boxing with all my classmates and had a drink and chat. Throughout the afternoon, Mr. Zhang laughed heartily, talked nonsense and reveled in wine.

At the end of the day, Teacher Zhang was a little drunk. The students went to sing and dance, but Teacher Zhang didn't want to insist. The student wanted to send him home, and he said it was okay, so he could go home by himself. I was a little reluctant to part with Mr. Zhang and wanted to see him off, but he readily agreed. When I sent Teacher Zhang home, he took out his treasured good wine and drank it with me again. In the wine, I talked about his encouragement and help, his comfort in my pain, and my respect and love for him. Teacher Zhang said: From now on, I regard you as my own son.

In fact, I have long understood that my heart has always regarded him as a father. He turned me from a very ignorant teenager into a young man who knows a lot of knowledge. It was he who broadened my horizons and let me know the size of the world and the amount of knowledge. It was he who made me gradually understand how to be a successful person and face life seriously when I didn't know how to be a man. He taught me what an ideal is and how to be an ideal person. It was he who gave my father the same comfort and care in my most painful time.

We talked and drank, and teacher Zhang's wine got me drunk. Parting, with a little drunk, I deeply embraced my teacher Zhang and kissed his wrinkled forehead and his thin cheek. I know I will leave my teacher Zhang and my "father" in my heart tomorrow morning. I don't know when I will see him again, maybe eight years later, maybe sixteen years later, maybe never. Because we are too far apart after all.

I want to wish my teacher Zhang health, happiness and happiness forever with my hugs and kisses.

Sixteen years ago, I left Mr. Zhang and my alma mater with the pain of losing my father and reluctance. Today, sixteen years later, with a feeling of excitement and happiness, I met my teacher Zhang again at my alma mater. Although I have not achieved fruitful results, I am still trying to live my life, but I have been making unremitting efforts for my work, my career and my life. I think one day I will show my teacher Zhang the achievements of my work and the happiness of my life.

I hope my teacher, Zhang Can, is still alive, can have another drink with me and accept my sincere and affectionate hug again.

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When we get together five years and ten years after graduation, what will our youth be like?

I think that more than ten years of life have honed us, and the traces of time are naturally written on our faces. Life first gives us changes in appearance, and muscles are no longer shiny and full of elasticity; Eyes are no longer so clear and bright, with a little dark yellow turbidity; The body is no longer as light as a swallow, and fat crawls all over the body. All this did not prevent us from recognizing each other excitedly when we met, and Zhang Si's name blurted out.

At that time, I hoped to have what * * * had together: a healthy body and a healthy mind, which were the guarantee of our lives. I hope that even if we are no longer young, we still have healthy vitality; In the process of life, it is inevitable that there will be bumps, and in the face of difficulties, I am still optimistic and open-minded; Don't complain when the trajectory of life is close to stagnation and mediocrity. I also hope that everyone still retains the excellent qualities handed down by human beings, such as sincerity, tolerance and justice, just as we shouted in the street when we were young. We still have the sincerity of that year. We got together because of this family relationship, not to show off our pride. Whether we are poor or rich, we are all our brothers and sisters, and we embrace everyone with open arms. Life is the easiest way to distort these invisible things of human beings. At this age, you can basically manage eight or nine people in a department, and you will inevitably be flattered by your subordinates. At the same time, in order to gain a foothold, you will try your best to please your superiors. You will live in the temptation of interests every day, and you will stay and do things in the future. How can I not wear out my integrity?

When we meet, I don't want everyone to live like this: having a car and a house; Beautiful wife and capable husband. I still hope that everyone is an independent self ideologically, just like when a seminar was held, and no one was convinced. When life is fixed as a pattern, people tend to follow its inertia and go to and from work, but the seed of thought is like a lotus seed, which has not had the opportunity to germinate and grow for thousands of years. Without the nourishment of profound thoughts, people will become pale bodies. Therefore, in the busy work, we should cultivate the seeds of thought and let it thrive. I am very happy. Students from all over the world speak different dialects, which brings me fresh insights and gives me a deeper understanding of life.

I am very happy. I will see my young friends again that day. The tears and joy of meeting, the comfort and blessing of meeting will be remembered by me for life.

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Just after the Spring Festival, foreign students from Xuancheng Normal University came to announce. It has been 20 years since 1983 when we said goodbye to each other. Twenty years is enough to make a person's life brilliant.

There are not many students together, only ten people from Nanling and Xuancheng. Time has ruthlessly tampered with the memory of youth twenty years ago. If you don't know in advance that all the students are here, you have to ask a question mark whether you can know each other after meeting. There is no warm handshake, no exaggerated greetings, and there is a calm excitement when we meet: we look at each other in surprise, smile comfortably, and then clap each other's shoulders like an epiphany and sigh: twenty years!

Ask each other about 20 years of experience, and the answer is roughly the same. When I was in normal school, everyone hated the moon for nine days. Whose heart is not full of longing for the future? But a letter of introduction mercilessly threw his fiery heart into a strange and remote primary school. Although we all know what we should do after normal school graduation, when we really started king of the children, the inner depression was really extreme. What scares me most is that others ask for salary. 33 yuan, someone will scoff in your face. The most uneven thing is that many junior high school students are not as good as themselves when they step into the threshold of college one by one, and they deliberately knock on the earthquake when they walk through primary school. The most difficult thing for male students is to talk about girlfriends. At that time, there were no roads, running water and public houses in the countryside, and the conditions of schools were as hard as those of barren hills and wild temples. Finding a permanent residence is simply more difficult than climbing the royal family.

Unexpectedly, 20 years have passed, and everyone is very satisfied. Some became government officials, some became school leaders, and some became business backbones of universities and middle schools. Even those who are still teaching in primary schools have benefited from a solid foundation and a good school spirit, and there is no one who is not the backbone of the school. On holidays, there are always officers, civil servants, bosses and all kinds of students who have done well. Twenty years ago, the wronged mentality had already disappeared without a trace in ease and satisfaction.

Some children are excellent in high school, as if they were themselves in those days, which makes many parents admire them.

It is everyone's wish to go to his alma mater for a turn. The scene I saw at my alma mater is no stranger. Although many buildings have been added, the overall pattern has not changed.

The position of the basketball court did not move, and the two stone steps on the crosshead platform remained the same. Remember that as long as it doesn't rain, this is always the place where we sit and eat.

The house that used to be the library is still there. The library left a deep impression on everyone. At that time, we graduated from junior high school, and apart from a limited number of picture books, we hardly read a literary work. It is really an unexpected enjoyment to borrow books for free with the "library card" after the tutor. It's a pity that we can only borrow one book at a time, and everyone devours every book. Most of our spare time is intoxicated with all kinds of famous books, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and even eating. After the lights out in the dormitory, there are still three or two students munching on borrowed books under the street lamp in front of the library.

At that time, we were so pure. We seldom go out to the streets except occasionally watching movies at school. In our spare time, we read, play ball, draw and practice musical instruments ... The hottest topics are only Zhang Haidi and women's volleyball.

It's hard to learn in that environment.

A new canteen was built in the original small garden. Two students insisted on showing me a bunch of cannas, leaning against the fence where they were studying and drawing ... What flooded my mind was a crape myrtle on the edge of the fence. On the eve of graduation, under that tree, I just chatted with two other students all night! Although the days before graduation are very tired and drizzling, no one suggests sleeping till dawn. I don't know what to say, but my memory is as vague as the weather that night: gray and a little wet.

"Young friends, let's meet again in 20 years ..." Whoever suddenly can't help singing, everyone naturally sings along. This is a very popular song that young students like to sing. When I sang this song, I felt that 20 years was too far away. I believe I will achieve something in 20 years. Blink of an eye, we have stood at the end of twenty years. What a sense of vicissitudes!

After dinner, we had to break up, and we agreed to hold a big party for 20 years after graduation in the summer vacation. Coincidentally, it rained in Mao Mao when we parted, but everyone lost their parting. Twenty years of wind and rain have forged the younger generation into maturity and pragmatism.

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