Appreciation of Lyrical Prose: That Year

Appreciation of Lyrical Prose: That Year 1

That year, I thought our youth was just like the rings of time gone by. Will always be so young. We will transcend the reincarnation of the world and never enter the mortal world! There is no beginning and no end! That year, how we hoped that the bouquet of flowers in our hearts would bloom forever. Like that delicate rose, fragrant and beautiful! More like the graceful lotus flowers, gorgeous but not graceful, there is beauty in the ordinary! At that time, we were all running non-stop, maybe without a direction, maybe without a goal! Just like the child who once kept searching for clovers, we too are searching for our own clovers! We talk about happiness loudly, but we know clearly that we have never tasted the taste of happiness!

At that time, we always had the same dream, and the dream paradise always contained Snow White and Prince Charming. Then we looked at each other and smiled knowingly, it was him, it was her! Maybe they are coming in our direction! We are all looking forward to the fact that we are the lucky ones and will be favored by God one day! However, our inner world is obviously not as strong as it appears on the surface. Occasionally we shed tears when facing flowers, and occasionally we feel lost and sad, but our happiness is just like the light at dawn, accompanying the rising sun every day!

At that time, we were classmates. We once laughed together for success and cried together for failure. Let's sweat on the sports field together. The laughter and laughter rushed out of the window, and no one knew where it was going! Who would have known that the banyan tree next to the playground is already much taller than before. The magnolias are still blooming on time as usual, and the fragrance is everywhere! The path we walked together also changed its appearance. I don’t know where the statue went. Maybe it was damaged by the wind, or maybe it was moved away, leaving only the empty playground and the four seasons. Floral! The mountain we climbed together became more beautiful than before. There are just more fences and more stone stairs, but the height is the same as when we walked through it!

That year! Who sings for you carefully?

That year! Who secretly broke into your dreamland?

That year! Who is there to have a long conversation with? Who will accompany you to sleepless nights until dawn?

Who came all the way for us? Who is it, walking away again?

Now, we are all far apart! The scoundrel looked at the years that slipped away and felt confused.

Does anyone remember who once walked gently by your side?

The past goes with the wind and never stays! I try to gently pick up those gossips from the past and let them witness the places we have walked together! No matter where you are in the future, where will your heart be? Please remember that year and that month! We are in this together! I am willing to go with you in the future! Appreciation of Lyrical Prose: That Year 2

I was sitting in a lazy college class, and the gorgeous sunlight outside the window was projected on the curtains, swaying with mottled light and shadow. Suddenly I miss those days so much. In a solemn environment, a strong heart. Accompanying each other in the most precious time. There have been laughter and tears in the wind of memory, as well as laments over the passing of those years. At this moment, when everything has disappeared, they are still surging and running in the place behind you. There are too many words and tastes to express.

That afternoon, I walked on the corridor of the school, feeling empty in my heart. The sky was dark and heavy, as if it was going to rain. Everyone is busy. Those leaving school and those returning to school. The smiles of the school girls walking towards me made me confused. What they had was something I would never lose.

When I was a freshman in high school, I read in a magazine, "The last bell of the college entrance examination rang, and my entire youth was cut apart like this." My heart was deeply shocked. It seemed to be within reach but also seemed to be out of reach. The fear of fate being decided like this, the fear of being at a loss about the future all appeared in just one sentence. When I walked through the river of time and experienced everything, I felt it was just like a dream.

Those who were packing their things in the dormitory were filled with emotion. I played the song "The Year in a Hurry" on my mobile phone. My hurried year is like the melody in a song after the fleeting years pass. The sadness is full of longing for everything that has disappeared. The past events are replayed scene by scene, no matter how good or sad they are, they are all moments of the most unforgettable time.

There was no heart-rending love between Chen Xun and Fang Hui in that year of my life. It was just the ordinary memory that I cherished the most.

When the car that picked me up started driving away from the place where I had lived for three years, I suddenly couldn’t help crying. Came here with high expectations. I was confused, in pain, happy, satisfied, and finally left with a lost heart. The raindrops finally broke free from the shackles of the sky and knocked on the car window, feeling wet in my heart.

The past comes flooding back. Those images do not blur their appearance in recollection. But, but, so clear. They shine before my eyes across the barriers of time, so close yet untouchable. I understand that the most precious days of my life have passed away and will never come back.

One night in the first year of high school, the cool breeze was blowing, and a large group of us were still cleaning the school square. Each of us ran around the square dragging a mop, leaving smooth traces on the dusty ground. Laugh together and recite the "Analects of Confucius" assigned by the teacher. In the laughter, you forget all your worries and enjoy the joy of that moment.

I met a reserved boy who told me about his favorite singers and songs in a gentle voice on the radio station. He always likes to smile silly, and when he smiles, the dimples on his cheeks look very cute. At that time, we, two people with not very outstanding achievements, always liked to discuss problems together. If we couldn't come up with the discussion, we would laugh helplessly together.

In autumn, I witnessed the process of the ginkgo trees on campus gradually turning yellow. Astonished by its yellowish beauty, there are always girls playing together under the ginkgo tree. Later, I met Xiao Bianzi. She even thought about the beauty of ginkgo leaves. When we finally parted, we took a group photo with her under the ginkgo tree. Let youth stay in the picture of that moment.

I remember that summer so clearly. A quiet girl named "Ajing" broke into my life. In the vast sea of ??people, I never thought that one day I would meet a girl who likes words as much as I do and has such a gentle personality. So, in just one month, we became friends. Later, she forwarded the article. I'd better wait for her. We walked together on the road back to the dormitory on the summer night, walking among the crowd, saying words that had long been forgotten. I only know that I was very happy, and I will never forget that the fragrance of gardenias on the roadside was so intoxicating. One noon, when the summer sunshine was very bright, she handed me a candy, smiled and said to me: "Happy Children's Day."

When I met the dog, it was in Ajing's classroom. in front of the door. She said the movie "Hachi" was very touching. Later, I learned that her nickname was "Dog". This was the result of being "ravaged" by Ah Jing. Ah Jing always said that she was her family's dog, so she was called a dog by everyone. The acquaintance with A Jing was like old friends at first sight, but the friendship with the dog was gradual and unconscious. At that time, she was always acting coquettishly and would argue wherever she went. When she goes out to eat, even one bowl is more beautiful than the other. In my senior year of high school, we were walking in the dark corridors at night, and our voices echoed in the corridors with poor soundproofing. On the eve of the first medical examination and the college entrance examination, we sat in the pavilion by the school pool and talked a lot, telling each other our thoughts and expectations for the future. I shed tears and talked about the deepest pain in my heart, but my heart felt extraordinarily calm. We can't predict the unknown in the distance. We only know that at that moment, we can cling to each other and feel the warmth.

I can never forget the beauty of those ordinary days. One weekend, the three of us went to swing together and watched Ah Jing swing as freely as a bird. We watched the cherry blossoms above the swing beat the snow, and the wind blew and rustled down, like a dream. We laughed and talked a lot, and started arguing about a certain author I liked. Let’s go see the white lotus blooming in the small pond. I took a photo of it blooming. One afternoon in the senior year of high school, we were walking together outside the school. Someone gave Ajing a few strawberries, and then she fed the dog and I to eat one each. We talked and laughed together, then waited for Ah Jing’s father to pick her up and watched her leave.

The days at that time were as pure as the sky without any impurities. The people I met left a deep mark on my life.

Xuepi Hanzi always lives in her own two-dimensional world and tells us about her male god. Hanzi, who has a naturally cute face and a childlike voice, is always called "Cute Han" by us. When she has nothing to do, she draws various cartoons in her notebook. Her unique style of painting and hilarious lyrics made us laugh.

Once, she wrote a Mary Sue novel on a whim. The exaggerated plot and description are shocking, and this is a masterpiece that only Hanzi can create. Hanzi was in poor health and wore a lot of clothes in winter. He joked to himself that he was "dressed like a ball." She had a cold and couldn't speak, but she still carefully explained the topic to me with a pen. She really made me feel bad for her at that time.

Little Bianzi, she is afraid of insects, parties, and excitement. In my heart, she is like a child who needs protection from others. However, she was the one who always brought me medicine from home when I had a cold; when I was sad, she secretly handed me a note, and those words made me cry. At first, I thought she was withdrawn, always walking alone, walking in and out of the classroom silently. In fact, she exists warmly. She always likes to hold my hand and walk through the playground, the corridor, and every corner of the school. Later, when she and I came to study in the same city, she still held my hand habitually when we met again. That kind of familiarity made me feel so moved.

In those years, when I was walking on the way to school, I imagined the future countless times. Longing for relief on a crowded bus.

At that time, a joke led me to participate in the 100-meter race. It was my first time to participate in a school sports meeting and I was very nervous. Ah Jing accompanied me to the playground to practice in the evening. I remember the excitement of bringing glory to the class.

Before the second diagnosis, I played games on the playground with a group of people in my class. Running and laughing forget the pressure of studying. We laughed so heartily, exhausted from running, and finally fell on the lawn, looking at the black sky and gasping for air.

In those years, I worked hard for my dreams with my classmates. Every day in the morning light, I went to the classroom to memorize, and kept wandering in the sea of ??questions. For a while, I dreamed that I was doing the questions as soon as I fell asleep. I argued endlessly with the teacher about a question, encouraging each other to move forward. For a promise, no regrets. Fighting hard under the desk lights, rushing to the cafeteria after the get out of class bell, waking up in a daze to continue a new day.

I once thought about singing "The Year in a Hurry" in front of the whole class at the graduation party, and then I said goodbye to the past with tears in my eyes. But I didn't wait for such an opportunity. When I actually sang this song in KTV, it was the first time I got together with my classmates in college. And I didn’t get a chance to sing solo, it just ended in the chorus. The picture I had imagined countless times turned out to be so plain and helpless. On the way back, I rode my bike and sang this song acapella in the wind. I am thinking about my rushing years.

In the new city, when you look up at the sky, you will see a pure blue sky, not the gray one in your hometown. But in my memory, the most beautiful story of my life happened under that sky. Those three years of time and space are my hometown that I can never go back to. There may be countless stages in a person's life, but there are only a few that you will remember the most. A person will meet countless people in his life, but only a few can truly be called friends. And those people and those things, no matter how far apart they are, can always send the warmth of time to the deepest place in your heart.

Goodbye, goodbye, my hasty year. The ginkgo in my hometown still turns yellow every year, and the big tree outside the senior high school teaching building still stands there quietly. In my memories, I can still reunite with everything.