Fine Fleeting Footsteps

When the Milky Way River was crystal clear like a dream, the light in the gap was peaceful and harmonious, and closed his eyes in the cluttered cicadas from far and near, his mind gradually melted. 18 years old, I don’t know whether it should be said that I finally grew up or grew up so quickly. 18 years old, there is no reason to hide in the corner of the fleeting time. 18 years old, the beginning of aging. After tomorrow, we really have to face everything. We have to shoulder all our responsibilities and obligations. We are 18 years old and follow the shallow and deep footprints of the years. We have to follow the ups and downs along the way, but it still goes to today. 18 years old is an enviable time. Maybe it’s really young and I don’t know how to worry about it. There are always many thoughts in my heart. At the age of 18, he is still a naive child. He will still jump up happily when seeing the plane take off near Nakagawa airport. He still likes fantasy. I don’t know when he is about to face a more complicated society, is the childlike innocence a fatal weakness. At the age of eighteen, the pressure has gradually come. The important task of rejuvenating the family that I involuntarily shouldered since I was a child finally struggled for it in the expectation of my relatives. When I was fourteen years old, I was a senior high school student. I stayed away from my parents without knowing anything. I had been suffering for many years, but my heart was covered with dust for too long. I was sad and happy, what you get can never be compared with what you lose. The deep pain behind your smile will never be mentioned to others. Only outside the dream can you let tears fly and then be strong again. When you are in a bad mood, you really chew the pain and swallow it, and then make them feel heartbroken. So I went to the wild to watch the moon for several hours in the middle of the night, or wrote a tireless one with a pen. Such a day was always missed like that, which really deserved Pushkin’s poem. I still like making friends so much. I don’t know why. I like drinking water alone and roaming without destination, but I just develop a water addiction. At first, I always felt that I had a muddled life, but in the end, I still couldn’t help myself. When the days of tutorial were getting far away, the casual things at that time also went with the wind. Sleeping and studying casually seemed to be casual, but the learning efficiency was extremely high, not sentimental or sensational, mentality good. That was a beautiful episode of youth. Every time I tested the random, funny, worried and sad answers, the college entrance examination brought too much. I still remember the actions I didn’t want to take when I was taking exams, we still miss the scene we discussed. How many days have we struggled for the college entrance examination? The college entrance examination is over, but we are scattered. The story has become a classic that is hard to copy. Where can we find our laughter? If we don’t, we won’t get together any more, we live a real dream season. Those memories overlap, and there are too many beauties. I still remember that I didn’t sleep all night to watch the Weihe River rise, and I still remember that I tried my best to repeat the high concentration pressure, which was gently relieved by us. How much nostalgia will be left for each end, how many past will be lost for each beginning, the school will start again, and the footprints of fleeting time will disappear again. What is waiting for 18 years old in other places? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…