Dear teachers and dear students, Hello everyone! Golden autumn, yellow autumn leaves, gentle autumn wind, long autumn rain, the autumn of 2018 we harvest a surprise, that is, Jiangling high school 78 high school graduation 40 years together. Forty years ago, we ran from here to industry, agriculture, soldiers, academics and commerce. Forty years later, we came from the other side of the ocean, from all sides, to this place full of laughter and laughter.
Looking at the “project colleague A Peng” clearly displayed on the screen, he was unable to press the dialing key. There are two reasons for the entanglement: first, he once heard that friendship and kinship in the workplace are very difficult to produce, Ah Zheng also thinks so; second, he worked on the last project for a year and a half, and his relationship is very good. So it was A Peng who was the last thing he wanted to get into trouble.
This time I do not know how many years from the swallow to leave the moment from the river frozen from the moment affixed to the Red Spring Festival Couplet my heart hanging like a silent clock when the swallow came to Xinshadang River began to sing when the couplet faded the color of the past but you are still in the distance endure for a long time We should see each other again in the winter.
Letter to a distant friend This is an ancient greeting across distant distances and the flow of time Asking what the distant friends will feel when the weather is slowly cooling season to send a blessing to a distant friend in the late autumn send a greeting to ask if you left yesterday’s love is still there May your life be more romantic and your future more beautiful.
“Friends Don’t Go” I really fear that spring flowers fade, autumn flowers fade and long-lost youth is no longer vigorous, but aging why feelings are Ivy but not Ivy carefully lingering why you have to be a bird friend touching the sky’s feelings should be your deep attachment to the nest friend Don’t leave you I became nothing Genti’s water and grass are not dependent on him.
If money is compared to material wealth and wisdom to spiritual wealth, then friends are both material and spiritual wealth. A person’s life can be much less, but friends are few and few. Man is a social animal. If a man loses his friends, his life will be lonely and desolate. As Yu Guangzhong said, “a man may not have a wife in his life.”
Time is like the murmuring water of a small river. In this rainy summer, our new house, which is located in the second phase of Xinfeng Xuecheng City, Longfeng District, Daqing, has been living for nearly three months under the elaborate arrangement of my wife and I. The appointed meeting time with the family in Ziwako, Shandong Province, is approaching. When I think of meeting my best friend in my life, I feel very clear.
On May 11, 2013, Yang Jinyou, former director of the Political Department of the Agricultural Fourth Division of the Xinjiang Production Corps, arrived in Shanghai by plane with his wife Hu Baolian from Urumqi to visit old colleagues and old friends who had retired and settled in Shanghai. Though they were over 70 years old, they were suffering from diabetes.
I think everyone has an important person in his childhood. I remember when I was a kid, I loved to cry. Every time, no matter what I found out, I cried. After I cried, I was angry and locked myself in the room so that no one could disturb me. I was so emotional and moody that my parents were partial to my sister. Until her appearance changed my life.
On the morning of May 22, 2012, old friends Chen Younan and Chen Xianxian took the high-speed train from Xiamen to Shanghai to visit us. They arrived at Hongqiao Railway Station at 6:10 p.m. I took the bus 2 hours earlier to pick them up at the station. It was quite smooth all the way, and then arrived home more than an hour later. The old man put the newly cooked hot dumplings on the table, and everyone ate and talked. After a long separation, I was filled with emotion.
Not long ago, I suddenly got a call from an old mother of a classmate. I couldn’t believe it. The old mother of a classmate cried loudly on the phone. The old man told me in a trembling voice that her son, my old classmate, had just died. I was surprised to hear the news. Half a day did not slow down. My old classmate has passed away.
Friends a warm word, is the greatest wealth in life, when you are down, smell of relatives, never give up, pull you a hand, send you to the right way. He will not abandon you now, even if you are down. He just remembered that at the beginning of each other’s sincere exchanges, each other happy to have, no secular vision, no benefit or justice to choose between the heart. Childhood time is joyful, is a child.
She is a little child. She looks like a junior high school student who is going to graduate from university. The short stature made her want to grow taller. The little baby face made her look at the wonderful character. She always laughs and talks to you about interesting things in the past, always foolishly thinking that everyone around her is good, and always gently saying that she doesn’t want to grow up. She is a child who does not want to grow up. chat
In the morning of December 6, 2011, he telephoned his old friend’s poetry home. His wife answered the phone. I said, “I am Lao Wang, what about poetry?” Sorrowful cries came from the microphone: “Poetry fell ill on the bed, could not sleep, could not eat, could not even drink water, depending on nutrient solution to maintain life, it seems almost impossible.” I was shocked. I never expected my old friend to be so ill and concerned.
The trip to Xinjiang in 2011 lasted two and a half months. The most touching and unforgettable was the sincere and pure friendship between old classmates, old colleagues and old friends. Previously, the welfare housing of the unit was sold at a low price last year, and only 67 of the old buildings of 210 thousand square meters were sold. This time I returned to handle the transfer of property certificate, and I lived in Dan Jiabin and Zhang Ying’s family. Every morning, Zhang Ying always gets up early and wipes the floor.
Classmate Bin Bin finally discharged from hospital, and a group of students agreed to see him. During the first three days of the Spring Festival last year, Bin Bin was sent to the hospital in time for vascular reasons. During that time, his family, all of us, were living a gloomy life – especially during the festival. Not so bad! After a month’s treatment, he finally turned the corner. The sun has just risen with the hills.
For two years, we went crazy together and laughed together. In the campus, you can’t run away from the crazy figure. In the hallway, there is always a tuck in my belly. You always throw away your worries behind your speed. I always bury my troubles in the bottom of my heart with a careless smile. The trouble behind him will eventually come back, and the anguish buried in the bottom of his heart will eventually germinate. In the dead of night, you smile and listen to me complaining.