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Remember 2

[Introduction] we used to breathe the same air and share the same spring flowers and summer rains. We went through the best time in our life together. It was our flower season and rainy season, and it was the season when we started to love each other. I. I don’t remember! In those years, it was President Tang that recommended me to be a municipal merit student. I was admitted to the undergraduate course with ten extra points in the college entrance examination. In order to protect me, you did not hesitate to expel another student. When I saw you that day, my hair was gray and my figure seemed not as tall as before. I ran to you with joy and reported my name, asking if you still remembered me. I thought you would say you remember, but you looked at it for a while and said: I don’t remember! Nowadays, many people benefit others for rewards, especially they will not forget their merits. I can’t remember this sentence, which surprised, moved and sighed with emotion. Teacher Liu, the head teacher, you drive us to run with a stick. Later, keeping exercising became my living habit, so I gained Health, and even became one of the reasons why I stayed in school when I graduated from university: excellent sports performance and competition ranking. You are simple and natural, and seldom take the initiative to contact with students, but you are thinking about every detail and everyone. When you talk about my father: he respects the people who should be respected, and thanks to the people who should be thanked. You must repay him well! The father’s love in those years emerged little by little. Teacher he, you gave us more spiritual guidance, which was exactly what we longed for at that age. You said: I should have worked harder when I knew you were so promising. Teacher, do you know that if we are not good enough, it will not be because of you! Mr. Huang, do you know that your voice is beautiful and beautiful, and your temperament is elegant and generous, which is the direction of girls’ efforts and the reference standard of Boys’ Life. You said that day: each of you is my pride. I am proud of you. Your voice has not fallen. I looked at you with my side face, and Haiying beside me was already full of tears. I think there must be someone moved to tears that afternoon. After 20 years, in my heart, the teachers are still tall and serious. During the party, I still didn’t dare to get close to me, to take photos with my teacher, or to talk casually. Looking at the white hair on the teachers’ heads, I thought I didn’t know how many of them grew for us. Thank you, teachers, for leading us to grow! Second, now you Lin, the memory you left to me has been a little vague. Today, you are generous, humorous, selfless and grateful. You invite us to gather together. Your tone is gentle, persistent and sincere, which makes people reluctant to refuse you. I have been paying attention to you all the time. You barely ate much, so you talked and drank with your classmates table by table. You were so excited and in high spirits that you were shy and speechless in those years. There is still brilliance, you must remember. I remember that you are not only eloquent, but also eloquent, making us free from boredom and loneliness on the long road from county to middle school. I still remember that the three of us spent the whole afternoon throwing stones at the lake. I still remember the song you sang: Mom discussed with dad, little baby, little sun, and I still remember the message you left to me, full of hope and instruction. I finally saw your publicity, so kind. Fine! That’s your job, you say you are a migrant worker; Carry your life to the end, that’s your spirit, you say you can’t dance, but you know melody. Little classmate, you used to be my deskmate and the person teacher Liu cared most about. That day, Mr. Liu specially asked me to take a photo with you. I was wearing high-heeled shoes, with my hands hanging down on your shoulder. Mr. Liu used to be very afraid that your score would go online, because colleges and universities at that time would not accept a disabled person. But you are super smart. Now you are doing electrical maintenance. Your technology is good and your life is not bad. I am so happy that you can come! No one can ignore your peace, magnanimity and calmness. Yi, a naughty student in those years, has now become the manager of a wedding company. When I heard you hosting the program, I was attracted by every appropriate word and sentence you said. Every syllable you said was just right, and even sigh and pause could convey many meanings. This man must be a man of temperament, sensitive and delicate. Listen, I think you are an artist. You use your voice to convey emotions and words to show wisdom. I think of a sentence: each of us has our own mission. We should discover and complete it. Three, born with a pair of good friends at that time, our grades were always ranked first and second. We never envy each other. I am good at liberal arts, and you are good at science. They just complement each other and help each other. Therefore, our grades are better, which makes those boys jump. We slept in a bed, and we watched the love letter written by the boys together. You left in the last semester. We were not used to living without each other. As a result, our grades all declined a lot. The first time I saw your mother, I blurted out and called her mother. In order to take the exam for your cousin, I left school and ran away. As a result, my teacher and my father were extremely anxious. I take you with me when I go on a date, and feel very safe. You even slapped a boy for me. Today, we took photos with Mr. Liu’s arm, like the two generals around. But we are always together, which makes Mr. Liu angry. 20 years ago, we autumn when top high tower, Liu in below waving gesture, call us down, we with pretended not to hear. Yes, we climbed too high to hear, but actually we can see clearly. Later, I also became a teacher, only to know how anxious teacher Liu should be at that time! Tonight, 20 years later, we slipped together again for another trivial matter. We are inseparable when we are together, and never separate when we are not together. Fourth, they are one of lovers. Qian’s face has no wrinkles at all when he is calm, but the lines are very clear when he smiles. I think she must have gone through 20 years with a smile. Tao, a handsome boy in those years, now presents us with a hard face, but with more maturity and confidence. Qian’s hair is still so thick, while Tao’s hair is becoming thinner and thinner. I am guess Tao’s mind like this: even if you don’t do any housework, don’t worry, even if you are heartless, as long as you are by my side, it is enough. So the pattern that should have grown on Qian’s face grew on Tao’s face. In the first two years, they were cheated a lot by the stock market, but they didn’t quarrel with each other. Instead, they were sweet comforts. Second. I chatted with Zonglin during the summer vacation and found his net name was Tintin, wondering for a long time. When they saw Zonglin and Ding together this time, they were calm and self-satisfied. They cooperated with each other with a tacit understanding, and their words were full of happiness. Ha ha, what is the true feeling in the world?! 5. I opened my eyes wide these days. I opened my eyes wide to see everyone more clearly. Every word and every movement of you were engraved in my heart. There is me in your memory, maybe that is the detail that I have already forgotten: You remember my looking back and looking back, I remember I wrapped my frostbite hands with handkerchiefs in winter, I remember looking for the lost watch when we ran together. And deep in my memory, there are Huang jingtiao used by the teacher to beat us while running, and your natural and unrestrained jumping on the court; I remember that the words you wrote have vigorous beauty, the song “The little girl picking mushrooms” you danced in high boots often echoed my ears. At that moment, I thought I was your eyes, and you were the lock that opened the door of my memory when I was young. We used to breathe the same air and share the same spring flowers and rain. We went through the best time in our life together. It was our flower season and rainy season. It was the first season of our love. Write down my speech at the party: in those years, compared with many classmates, in fact, I am more stupid and silly, so I feel more about the teacher’s love. Thank you for your education! I couldn’t sleep last night. Familiar and strange faces appeared in front of me one after another. Our past and present were intertwined. I think, no matter how much wealth we have and what kind of social status we have, please don’t forget that we were brothers and sisters who grew up together in the past! I know, I haven’t expressed my joy yet. Halfway through the party, the rain came quietly. I thought it was just a little disturbing, but it didn’t stop until the bonfire of the party was extinguished. Everyone is still not satisfied, because passion and hope have been ignited. On this rainy night, my heart came back to my heart. I, who was busy with common affairs and trifles on weekdays, unexpectedly realized the romance of flower season and rainy season. So I wrote down these words. 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Goodbye

[Introduction]: The Sky at the age of 18 is thin. Those scenes are just a silhouette of life, I am wonderful and I am plain. Some things are doomed to never be able to climb over, but in the process, I suddenly have a feeling for 18 years old, after all, I once really stayed. In those days when flowers bloom on the other side, I also fly with wings, flying over every day when the sun rises. One morning, my mother called me and told me, Xiao Si, you are 18th birthday today. After a moment of hesitation, I said, mom, I almost forgot. Xiao Si, you can’t play with skin and wayward like before. Remember, you are an adult now. Yes, Mom. My voice is sweet. Then, I don’t know why, my heart seems to have turned over a five-flavor bottle, which is very uncomfortable. I sat by the low window, and my tears ran down without authorization, like a blooming flower, which wet my heart. I don’t know when time quietly passed me the growth, leaving only three words behind me: 18 years old. This caught me off guard. In the first section of the birthday evening self-study, I started to read Chinese and looked up at the classroom from the playground far away as usual. It was a surprise tonight, the classroom suddenly didn’t light up, and it was dark around. The monitor was a female comrade who secretly pulled me to fly directly to the classroom like a Scud missile. Pushing the door open, I was shocked. In the center of the classroom, there was a flickering candlelight. I stood there for a moment, and then there was a song: HappyBrithdaytoyou finally, when I entered, the light turned on, the neat tables were arranged into a meeting place, full of cola cans and cotton candy bags. Boys and girls who just sang in the dark rushed towards me like bees, dancing hands and feet, smiling faces like flowers. I stood among them and shed hot tears. Lying in bed at night, those warm songs appeared in my mind from time to time, which seemed to bring a complete ending to my 18-year-old youth. Imply me that the lost time is exchanged for love rather than endless loneliness and sadness. I knew that I could not hide in the ruins like a little mouse and refuse the wind and rain outside. Because, I am already 18th birthday. I should try my best to learn things that I would never do before, start to learn quietness and tolerance, and know how to take good care of myself. Caterpillar suddenly reminded me of the ground. I was like a caterpillar. I always wear clothes casually and tidy my hair every three days. Class holding Chin. Gnaw at the tip of the pen and jump inside and outside the classroom after class, just like a grasshopper. Lying in bed at night, I felt very moved and happy with the affectionate dialogues from music and computer dramas coming from my side. I often fell asleep at ease during the exam. When the final countdown broadcast rang, I suddenly woke up from my dream and wrote ABCD hastily. Until the test paper was handed out, I was in a trance and knew that I ran a red light again this time. I will cry for five minutes, hammer my chest and stomp my feet, and express regret with tears and snot. Then, everything was thrown out of the sky. My sworn friend Little Bei would press me with a pile of messy notebooks every time, while she drank with a can of drink and said: lazy, old commander (head teacher) ask me to take special care of you, hehe, will you have a good life in the future? She smiled wildly. I was so angry that my head fell down on the table from the air. Small paper boats, gray tiles and white sneakers at that time, a group of us always liked to do many unrealistic dreams muddled. In those dreamlike seasons, we always fold small paper boats with perseverance, then write down our dream wishes and put them in the white running water, which is getting farther and farther away from us, but dreams are getting closer and closer to us. I don’t know who said that youth has a rainy season. However, in addition to the clear sky outside the curtain, we also really suffered a lot of hard damage, and our arms lost their original luster and strength. In those weak moments, I also skipped classes with my friends to go to the water drift, picked up the gray tiles on the ground, and sent all the unsatisfactory, snow-white spray in the lake, after that, the blue sky will be like washing, and the sunshine will flow slowly. There is a grassy football field on the playground of the school. Sometimes I am idle during my reading days. I always take a Nike Football, wearing white sneakers, and invite some people to sweat like rain silently on the green field. Under the setting sun, the sunset clouds were flying and taking away the happy days one by one. I have missed my mother and worked with her for several years. Opening the photo album, she was still shining when she was young, but now the photo has turned yellow. It suddenly occurred to me that now it has stopped on the tail of April, and it will soon be my mother’s birthday! After dialing my mother’s phone, there came a word “hello” from the microphone. The voice was so gentle and familiar, but it was a little hoarse and deep. I understand that it is a kind of string sound in the years. I closed my eyes, a tear fell down and said: Mom, I am Xiao Si. Miss you all of a sudden. Dear, what happened? She seemed to be surprised by my action. It’s okay, Mom, I just miss you. Silly son, I didn’t know my mother was old until that moment when I ignored her. Guo Jingming, an 18-year-old Sky, said that his heart seemed to be filled with water, and he couldn’t hold it lightly. A little strength could make me laugh out. When I saw this sentence, there was a throb in my heart. 18 years old, who else do you need to rely on? I really grown up. It turns out that I once held the sunshine, but didn’t hold the youth. But youth has no return ticket. And I can’t go back. The Sky at the age of eighteen is thin. Those scenes are just a silhouette of life, I am wonderful and I am plain. Some things are doomed to never be able to climb over, but in the process, I suddenly have a feeling for 18 years old, after all, I once really stayed. In those days when flowers bloom on the other side, I also fly with wings, flying over every day when the sun rises. Goodbye, at the age of 18, I stood on the open stand, with colorful flags dancing in the wind, like the sky dancing in heaven. I also raised my hand and said loudly in the Eternal Spring: Goodbye, eighteen years old. 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I toast

Peace: Recently? Anning you are the pride of Ningyang people. I admire you for writing several books every year with your hard work. I have been paying attention to you for several years. As a fellow villager of Ningyang and the same literature lover, I often talk about you with colleagues who also like literature, I admire your intelligence. I think you are the second Xiao Hong in China, and you will certainly be listed as a Chinese celebrity. In fact, you are already a celebrity now. I often browse your blog and feel that the content of your blog is also a book with strong readability. I have read your beautiful articles in readers, Youth Digest and local literary journal Ningyang literature. It is really Joy, admiration and admiration for your talent. I also downloaded and read your “trial marriage” on the Internet, which is a wonderful emotional text. It is readable and has the practical significance of life. I appreciate you more because I have a good taste and feel the weight of beautiful writing style. I know from your blog post that your mother also hopes your works can be put on the screen. I firmly believe that day will not be far away and will be realized. In fact, “trial marriage” has been changed into a film and television script. In the form of dialogue, it will definitely be a popular movie or TV play. Looking forward to the film-makers with brilliant eyes and clear beads to realize it, the effect will be comparable to Xu Jinglei’s “Dream shines into reality. I already have two books of yours in my study. I know that you often send books to teacher Xiao Yi of No. 1 Middle School, and your teacher is also the Chinese teacher of my son who is in college. In fact, you have already been proud of No. 1 Middle School, of course, your teacher is deeply happy for you. I hope you can pay more attention to exercise while working and writing. And wish you more and more books. In addition, I really hope to get the “trial marriage” written by you. If possible, I hope to get your signature. Thank you, fellow villager. Wish you a smooth work Xinyi Wenhai, November 13th, 2011 brother Zhou: Thank you for your attention and appreciation. Thank you for your good wishes. But I don’t have any books at hand, so I can only buy them online, so please forgive me, because too many people ask me for books, if they are satisfied one by one, it is impossible to do, after all, I got few sample books for free from the press. I believe that as a fellow villager, you can understand the embarrassment of a writer. If you like it, I believe it is the same without signature or electronic version. Enjoy good autumn Ann. Peace 2011 nian 11 yue 13 ri Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…