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# "Flash Moment" Theme Essay No.2 # People's lives are long and short. On the long road of life, I also dreamed of meeting like this. Don't want to be thrilling, hope is as light as water.

Life begins with fantasy, and plain life is not what the world yearns for. Just like the boatman on the ferry, one person on board is life. He doesn't feel bitter. He can't remember how many people he sent across the river, and he doesn't care about the boatman's joys and sorrows. He has only one thought, that is, to send people across the river. These were years ago. Now our town has developed and the river has been bridged. This is unrealistic. With the high development of society, the pace of the times will not stop, and it will not change for anyone. In other words, fantasies are always allowed to exist, which is also a part of their lives.

In China, a river is a world. Many years ago, some old people never saw the river that raised their ancestors. Outside the river, there is a different life. Outside the river, there is a plain. This river is a good place with mountains. This river is a place to live and breed. Outside the river, there is a place to make a living. Will there be different fireworks when you go far? Waves of young people leave, and now the riverside is sparsely populated, and only during the New Year can there be an unprecedented grand occasion. Imagine that people in the river thought there would be such a grand occasion. At that time, taking a boat was also a luxury, not to mention the current river bridge, mobile phone, car, plane ... the older generation did not think of it, and did not dare to think of it. For them, this is undoubtedly a thrilling experience.

When did people who ran out of town care about this day?

When we leave, we leave. When we rarely meet again, we can't forget the tranquility of the town, our childhood playmates, the wild flowers, and the time when we fished in Dachuan ... Memories are a net that hangs over me, which may be the reason why we didn't go back for some years. This river used to be my most familiar place. Today can only be described as strange, "I want to go back", which is a kind of heart. For me, my hometown is the full moon in the sky, bright and far away.

I am attached to my hometown, which is the place I am most familiar with, and my dream germinates here. I've lost too much in chasing dreams these years, and I've got what I want, but I'm beginning to feel a little confused. Just like the road at that time, it used to be very clear, but now it has become blurred. Maybe it's my problem. After all, I can't go back. Everything in those years is deeply engraved in my heart like a brand. I didn't know what kind of person I was until I burst into tears. I thought I was not a nostalgic person, and I could throw everything away, but I was wrong, totally wrong. I am a nostalgic person. I like watching the moon, especially the fifteenth. Only when there is a full moon can I see everything in my hometown.

Encounters are priceless. I didn't expect this to happen.

I have paid special attention to the local accent these years, because it can affect my homesickness.

I always go out during my break, because I don't like staying at home. This is a holiday of rest. I packed my bags and went on a trip. It's not really a trip. After all, this is not a famous tourist attraction. I like wandering in strange places, carrying my bag, holding my camera, pressing the shutter from time to time and taking pictures are my hobbies. I don't have any big dreams, but

I am driving along the national highway, and I don't know when I will stop. Stop when you are interested. There is no reason. It is estimated that many people also think such behavior is stupid. I don't deny that in real life, I occasionally do something meaningless. This is who I really am.

It may be autumn! Suddenly, I have a feeling, like a disappearing village suddenly appearing, the smoke from kitchen chimneys is curling up, and the thick breath of life hangs over me. I couldn't help but stop the car and carry my bag mechanically. The shutter of the camera in my hand could be pressed at any time. This is a beautiful village, just like walking out of a dream. I have been walking along the country road. Really, I don't know how many roads I walked or how many times I pressed the camera.

"Is that you? China. "

I was a little surprised to find the source of the sound. It turned out that a woman appeared in front of me not far away. Maybe I was highly myopic and didn't wear glasses at that time. I really couldn't see who it was, so I vaguely replied, "You are … sorry! My eyes are clumsy. "

"You may have forgotten, but it doesn't matter. You are a great genius, and you will care about us uneducated people. "

"No, you misunderstood. I can't see clearly without glasses, but your voice is quite familiar. "

"Also, you are highly nearsighted, and I almost forgot."

"Is it ... presumptuous?"

"We are junior high school classmates, and I am Xue Xiaomin sitting in front of you."

"Xiao Min, what brings you here? Hello! "

"Old classmates! How to say it! It's a long story! "

"Well, I like being an audience."

"Yes, do you still write novels?"

"If you have time, write occasionally."

"That line, my experience is enough to become a novel, but ..."

"Since there is room, don't say! As an old classmate, how dare I let you open the scar. "

"It's okay, but now is not the time. I will add you to WeChat and tell you later. "

"ok."

After adding WeChat, she left in a hurry. I watched her go so far that I could hardly see her. I can see the dribs and drabs of her reading in my mind. At that time, she was very quiet and her grades were not very good. Maybe her family is poor. She dropped out of school when she was in Grade Two. I haven't heard from her in these years. After 20 years, I didn't expect to meet her at this time. As she said, "what happened to her is enough." Can I stop thinking in my head? What happened to her? I pieced together a picture in my mind and it soon broke. I pieced together another picture and it soon broke.