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This is a real thing, you can’t forget it if you want. When I was in senior three, there were more than two months before the College Entrance Examination. I went to the classroom for morning self-study at about 4 o’clock every morning. One day, before dawn, I got up and trotted on the familiar path. I looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky and the stars around. They were smiling and greeting me. I ran, walked, unconsciously came to the door of the classroom. I took out the key skillfully, inserted it into the door lock gently, screwed it with force, and then the door lock was opened. I pushed the door open and went straight to my seat. Next to it was the switch to turn on the light. I turned on the light by hand. I just sat down and suddenly heard a creaking sound under the back seat. I dared not look back. I thought, is there a mouse? Oh my God, my heart beat faster instantly. At this time, what accompanied me was still those silent desks, chairs and lights. I was more scared and motionless, for fear that the mouse would rush over to me. It seemed that there was a little rabbit fluttering straight in my heart. My breath was quicker and cold sweat came out from my forehead. I dared not to wipe one drop or two drops, and I was even more afraid of disturbing the mouse. I couldn’t find any comfort, so I had to bear the fear silently. I was at a loss in tension and anxiety. At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in my ear: Sorry, don’t be afraid. I didn’t go back to the dormitory last night and heard the familiar voice. My tense heart relaxed. I turned my head and shouted: You scared me to death, you know? This person is the big one in our class. Seeing the nervous face and terrified look of the big man, I couldn’t help loving him and said softly: Don’t worry, I won’t tell the head teacher and other teachers. The big man immediately became happy and nodded again and again: you are so kind. Thank you! I took out the thick paper and prepared to do the exercises. Before I started writing, the big man said softly: Juanzi, I just want to talk to you, just one minute. Line? I said: OK. You name it.. The big man said: I didn’t go back to the dormitory last night. Just to tell you what had been buried in my heart for a long time, I said warily: What words? Say. He paused a little and said timidly: can you be my little sister for my whole life? I thought for a moment and answered firmly: No, I am preparing for the college entrance examination. I didn’t consider each other’s feelings at all. I was playing with the paper wholeheartedly to prepare for the math problem. The big man stood on the ground awkwardly, and the light was extraordinarily soft. The light shadow sprinkled on the wall was uneven, like fluorescent spots and sparkling pearls, the fragments falling on the ground occasionally leave mottled marks. In a piece of green and seclusion, I and the big man never said anything again. The scene in front of me was just like a beautiful picture that I didn’t care about. Time is like an affectionate butterfly, wandering in the flowers, kissing the tender flowers of various petals constantly. I seem to be in the world of flowers. The days passed away silently. One day, one year, ten years, two decades. I have no news or trace of the big one any more. Until today, I have read Zhang Ailing’s prose “love” again. Among thousands of people, I met the person I wanted to meet. In thousands of years, there was no earlier step in the boundless wilderness of time, it was not too late and happened to catch up. There was nothing else to say but a gentle question: Oh, are you here too? I carefully chewed the picture of that year, and my heart was bleeding quietly. The picture that could not be reincarnated was full of big and beautiful emotions. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…