May lost not to come back

To learn such a sentence, or an inscription, a slogan, or an instruction. It used to be the main melody of a certain era, resounding through the land of China and spreading all over every corner. That person was also popular all over the country, and his family was well-known. He also became an example for many people to learn from, even some people’s idols. Now it is still the same as before, but the reality is reflected differently in the primary school texts. Every time I read the painful sentences in the articles that someone sacrificed for putting out mountain fires, rescuing public property and collective interests, it can really make people’s eyes spin with a sad tone. The characters in it are always glorious and tall images, and teachers always say that such characters are worth learning. We only know from the textbook that there is such a person, and what we know is also introduced in the text. According to what the teacher said, we should remember the key time, place, event, result and thought related to this person in the text and the answers of exercise papers. In this way, it is possible to do the right thing in the exam, so this person is very important. Every specific day, good deeds will be brewed one after another from the blackboard newspaper on campus; In the class meeting in the classroom, these good deeds become the theme; in a series of activities around this theme, such as speeches, dramas and recitations, wave after wave, wave after wave, we ignited our enthusiasm. Although the whole atmosphere was permeated with the consciousness that we didn’t know very well at that time, it should be good because of good people and good deeds. At some time on Sunday, a large number of figures with red scarfs appeared on various roads, streets, alleys and lanes, and a red flag was eye-catching, groups of scattered groups of good people and good deeds, holding brooms, following the arrangement of teachers or brigade committee, waved the brooms in their hands to sweep away every corner and every corner of health. On this day, the uncles and aunts of sanitation should be very pleased. They don’t have to work very hard. There are so many assistants. Local newspapers and TV stations can also draw materials, and there are reported materials in the newspaper layout and news time of that day. After the activity, the teacher arranged the composition, and the students’ happy faces were blackened into several lines immediately. From primary school to university, similar activities always exist in our campus life like tradition. From the beginning, it was full of freshness and enthusiasm, to the later, it tended to be plain and belonged to form. It only blossomed but did not bear fruit, and the fruits were also small semi-finished products. Such propaganda and such activities became a kind of nature with more activities, like a gust of wind blowing, but nothing could be blown. There is no enthusiasm, but I know there is such a thing in my mind. But the bad thing is that it may become numb. When a crisis appears, I will wake up and the result I don’t want to encounter has already appeared, cannot remedy. When it comes to propagandizing various models, spirits, good people and good deeds with great fanfare, banners hanging in every street, building and public place are displayed to people in a striking way, it just shows that this society lacks these things. We must remind people that our society really needs such spirit and characters. It has been the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation since ancient times. Nowadays, few people hand in the money they have found, even disdain it. When they find a large bill, they often put it into their own pockets. When I was a child, I found 10 yuan and gave it to my teacher. After being praised, I felt very happy. However, about ten years ago, now it has become the world. I found a penny of that children’s song by the side of the road and handed it to the police Uncle. He took the money and pointed his head at me. I said happily: Goodbye, uncle. Now some people doubt whether it is true. We won’t see someone fall down on the street and immediately come forward to help, because it may cause trouble; We won’t see someone waving and parking on the way of driving, because we don’t know if it is a robber; we will not donate at will after hearing the call of a certain institution, because we are not sure whether the money is used to buy LV; We will not go to the hospital to donate blood without hesitation, because we don’t know whether blood will become a profitable commodity; We won’t answer passers-by’s questions with smiles, because all these happen because we have suffered losses and been cheated, being treated as a bad thing by kindness, we have no backbone to bear all the pains brought by these, and we are very fragile. Therefore, more and more people have concerns. They dare not to help the elderly, return to the original owner, and do not help others unless they have enough capital. Our society is becoming indifferent. Enthusiasm is limited to acquaintances, smiles are fixed between business and sales, and we actively deal with supply and demand. Except for trusted people, others are all aliens that must be guarded against. And because of this, we often hit the wall, no one let anyone, fight hard, see who has the ability. Only interests are the best friends, and only interests can we make a good fortune. This kind of simplification and snobbish relationship between people is so small. It is true that interests are important, but the pursuit of profits is always the dirty of scumbags. We don’t need this kind of scumbags interests that vanish conscience. A lovely little girl was tossed back and forth by the car, dying. Passers-by ignored her eyes and gave up to replay the scenes in front of the world, the impact on vision and soul, like countless sharp knives piercing everyone’s chest, who is not heartbroken? Is this the country that we have always considered as a state of etiquette, ridiculous, shameful, mournful and pathetic? Everyone is immersed in deep reflection. I hope we can find back the past Lack. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Of life perception

The glory of life lies not in never failing, but in being able to rise and fall repeatedly. —– Napoleon’s life between heaven and earth, if the blink of an eye, suddenly it’s just (Chuang Tzu) no one can spend his life safely. Aeschylus Nobody Lives Forever, and nothing can last long. From the inscription of life feeling, the youth turns around in a hurry. Can you feel the difference between this summer and last summer? The flowers are still in full bloom, and the grass is still Emerald; The clear spring water is still tirelessly tinkling. The maple leaves of the beautiful artistic conception of the distant mountain spit red and delicate, decorating the coming autumn quietly. Yan er planned the long journey of returning in an orderly way, and the faint sigh of the passing hot summer was emitted in the air. The breeze blew gently from the cheek, raising the water like notes. It whispered softly in its ears again: years are like songs, and your days are gone forever; Can you tell me where they have gone? Could it be robbed by someone? Or who killed him in some corner? If not, why don’t they turn around as soon as they go? We were speechless in the silent mountains, because we really didn’t know where those happy and sad days went? Maybe they escaped secretly? Before leaving, we carved a few crow’s feet on our foreheads and eyes, and smeared a layer of white frost on the sideburns. What an inharmonious picture, how can fish swim in the cold season? You are really cruel and ruthless in the fleeting days of time. Why don’t you stay with us? But so mean? Instead, they rushed to the Youzhou platform to lament the sad artistic conception of those who had never come before and never came after, and thought of the long and lonely sorrow of the world. Good! You have given us a lot of time, and those sweet, bitter, happy, sad and other vicissitudes of memory. However, when we look back suddenly, we are full of hands and hearts, but there is no mark of fleeting days; Only virtual like air. The days flow through the four seasons like running water at the fingertips, without any sound; The ignorant playing thinking is completely unknown. Squander youth braved cold sweat at the corner, leaning on the dilapidated wall to survive. The poetic eyes fell on the broad plantain under the south window, counting the dense vertical stripes of the leaves; Silently calculating how many days were wasted? Sighing like clouds and mist extended the whole sky, but we were still helpless with empty hands; We couldn’t catch the shadow of a little bit of time. Come and go in a hurry, just like this blankly wind and rain. Trying to pull the tail of youth on tiptoe, but it was extremely cunning and cunning; The body slipped away quickly easily from the gap we didn’t notice. What we are most not aware of is that it is still greatly touched inside and outside our bodies. If you don’t? Please look at your internal organs and skin to see if your bright face is still the same as before? The fleeting time is like light smoke, like cloud and mist, like wind and arrow, flying into the night sky with spinning and disappearing in the journey of life. The bright fireworks of the past bloomed the beauty of a moment, and the sadness and sadness were fixed in the dull history without life; It was covered with a thick layer of dust and gradually settled in the depth of the iceberg; Leaving no trace. Come to the World Naked, is it just for going naked? Ask yourself, what have we left in the world of mortals? Is it sad, painful, happy? Or the seven sins that need redemption? I think the answers should be multifarious; There is everything! This is life as well as life. Pretending to learn from philosophers and prophets to think hard, after all, nothing can be understood and cannot be understood thoroughly; The truth is extremely shameful! In the time that could not stop passing by, I could only let the days pass by me; Lift the white clothes. Wandering and wandering in a hurry, in the final analysis, they all have to go back naked. Whether you have money or no money, or you are down and out; In short, you have to go. In this case, what are we desperately looking? There is only one person’s life. Don’t be so greedy. Naturally there won’t be so many troubles. It’s good to keep a calm mind. Life is beautiful, and everyone has the reason and value of existence. Life is beautiful, and it always makes us intoxicated. 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…

That year of love letter

The love letter of that year, the Green handwriting and the ignorant emotion, which I read unintentionally after many years, all of which were shining on the yellow letter paper. I like this description. The melody of Jiang Meiqi’s love letter of that year rings in my ears, just like, when youth is about to end, let us again, returning to the best period of ignorant youth, I just want to miss it. There is nothing else to think about. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I was always full of expectations for the future. In this expectation, I was more or less confused. I couldn’t see the outside world, and I yearned for it, but I didn’t know that step, how much courage do you need. At that time, I always thought that the future was far away, the outside world was wonderful, and there were too many things we wanted to touch. I thought that as long as I went out, those beautiful neon lights and scenery would be in myself. So I always think that the time is faster and the pace of growth can be faster, so that I can reach out to touch the future faster. When time was swaying, leading our steps forward, trenches and valleys, stepping on a winding growth footprint, suddenly turning back, I found that, we have stepped out of the greenest time, the ivory tower and the complicated society. We are no longer the little children of those years. In those simple days, we have classes, do test papers, simply laugh or cry. The children who played crazily together in those years were already missing around us. When we missed each other occasionally, we found that we had watched two different sunny days in two different cities. We seldom write with a pen. Our fingers touch the keyboard more. In a knock, we knock down some words that are easy to forget after that. We seldom read books, even if it appears occasionally, it is just a general omission. When we have passed the age of writing love letters, we will listen to this melody again and listen to the lyrics singing: We have no intention of rereading the love letters of that year, and the time is long and the youth is getting older. The period of knowing each other and wishing each other for beauty that could not be returned all shone on the yellow letter paper. That is youth, verses mark, don’t blame reading Heart will jump. Do you still remember that beautiful paragraph? Maybe the letter to you should have been thrown away. Only in this way can you get what you once lost elsewhere. I always feel infinite feelings about the years, the past, and the people and things I have experienced. This kind of song is always suitable for listening when you are alone. If you are interested, if you still keep it, you can open the box for memory and open the yellow letter paper inside, those immature words float in front of us, carrying the shadow of those years. How many people still keep the love letter of that year, and when I think of it occasionally, I will read it out and read it? How many people still remember those ignorant and young little emotions? When I think of it occasionally, will I blush and heartbeat? How many people still remember those small agreements? About the future and dreams, there are always many common aspirations, thinking that the distant future will surely go forward with each other. Where did the little boy or girl go that year? Have you become a passerby or just a good friend? When there are few years left that can be called Youth on your hands, how much can you miss in your heart? The love letter of that year may no longer have emotions. That he or she has got the future you never gave from other places, and this yearning is only for commemoration, and there is no other thought. 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…