The days of parting always come so fast – to my university, my classmates, my dear classmates, time flies so fast that I really can’t accept the fact that I want to part from you. The days of parting always come so fast – to my university, my classmates, my dear classmates, time flies so fast that I really can’t accept the fact that I want to part from you. Three years ago, I
In a twinkling of an eye, it has been two years since I entered the university. Looking back on the past two years, though not as hard as high school, it is not easy. Besides high school busyness, university knowledge is more profound and difficult to understand. High school is only home or local children to study together, the pressure of learning is not too great, but into the university will be a new environment, students from all over the country, the region is poor.
“Take the wonder without losing its truth, play with the splendor without falling into the truth.” On the Contradiction between Romanticism and Realism in the Book of Songs, one tells us about the literary mind and Carving Dragons in poetry; the analysis of Saint Moe of Shun Yun’s “poetry expresses the will and sings the chant” is already well-known. “In the heart is the mind, speak for the poem”; Shu Wen carries the reality. A poet, a waiter, a waiter. Three hundred, “righteousness” belongs to “innocence”.
All along, some are self abased and shy, and many people dare not speak. Instead, the impression is not very good. In the first semester of my freshman year, I had a good command of editing and directing. I passed the interview with the Film and Television Art Society, and entered the Film and Television Art Society and became a late minister. Everything looked so smooth but did not know there was a crisis. After being a minister, I have been telling myself that I believe in myself.
His hair is short and flat, his temples are like frost, wrinkles seem to be able to kill a few flies, on the surface it gives people the feeling of “Lu Xun”. He is our physics teacher, but it is such an old man who brings us warm sunshine. Every time he goes to class, he enters the classroom ten minutes early, and then he looks at today’s lessons at the desk. Most of us are in line with me.
At the end of September, from September 26, the Red Cross Society of the Chemistry College of Fuzhou University held a five-day collection of used books throughout the school, aiming to collect students’spare extra-curricular books and donate them to Huangbu Middle School in Jianning County to convey their love and help them to dream ahead. Huangbu Middle School, a three-year-old school in a poverty-stricken area, is made up of students who are mostly left-behind children.
Time flies, time passes, in a twinkling of an eye, we are nearly 30 years old in 90 years. Once upon a time, we were called the young generation, called the non-mainstream of the world, flick a finger, that is ten years ago, we were young and frivolous, also fearless, once we, unrestrained, also free Unruly, once we, Meng know shyness, but also just once, now.
Every turn may be a farewell. Maybe you don’t know, some people will struggle for a goal in the dark, maybe he is usually a silent person, maybe he doesn’t smile. But you will never understand what loneliness is. To order the night to be dark is like God wiping a bottle of black ink carelessly
We used to cry and laugh, but now we laugh and cry. Since the winter, I began to like darkness. She is still in my heart, gently pulling my heart, but very painful. Lin, I haven’t seen you for two years. You went with him to another place. When I was in high school, I still wanted to meet you again. But I don’t know… Two years ago, in February 16th,
Another day is another teacher’s day. Every time at this time, I want to say the four words “Happy Holiday” to my brother, because my elder brother’s education and care for me from childhood, too much. Without his attentive teaching, no one taught me to paint, there was no such thing as me today. At that time, if my brother hadn’t insisted on teaching me to study art and let me go to senior high school, I really would not.
On the morning of May 22, 2013, Lianxiang, Ni Kowloon, Shi Lingying, Wang Yaozhong, Zheng Xuefen, Dai Zaiming and other friends were invited to attend a reunion at Xinchang Middle School in Hangtou Town, Pudong. At 7 o’clock in the morning, we departed from Qingjian Road in Putuo District, took the subway and bus, arrived at Xinchang Town in more than an hour, and visited Ni Kowloon’s brother’s home first. Later, retire from Xinjiang to the new market.
When I was in kindergarten, I was the devil of the world, and almost every class of boys listened to me, and I would have a bunch of kids beat him up if anyone was upset. Of course, medical expenses are my home. But the two girls on this campus, who made me feel so embarrassed, were ugly beyond description. But I’m afraid they are not because they are ugly because they are neurotic.
I have your contact information, QQ, but every time I want to contact you, there is no appropriate topic. I copied your phone number on my cell phone, but I didn’t dare to press the call. I saved a lot of words to talk to you, but I found that I had no chance to connect with you. Each time you are sent to the mailbox, you are still anonymous. And you, I have never received your email. Several times, I
Simu, a freshman in Class 13 of Senior Two, turned this semester. She was a very quiet girl with a tall horse’s tail. She walked silently, stubborn and strong. No one came near her at all. However, Chan can dare, the whole class is countdown, and the best he paints is. Can Li and Si Mu are the front and back tables. Can Li, who doesn’t attend class, always holds a brush and paints the look of Si Mu and occasionally uses a brush.
Pick up the pen, some sink, looking at the dots of ink on Xuan paper. Lengthened, the boundary between black and white is so obvious, originally a brilliant ink painting, but now it is a large silent character, the atmosphere is overwhelming, quiet and delicate tenderness like water, in that moment, there may be a million possibilities, the result is on the contrary, powerless collapse on the brown floor, left the room. Heavy metal
Who said, “years without signs”? Who is to say that the mountains have no edge, heaven and earth? Well… I know you like me and start from the same class. Unfortunately, I don’t like you. Perhaps from the beginning of our enemies, you are cheap, I fight, others see it very happy. Then, I remember you seriously saying, “what is our relationship?” Naturally, I replied, “friend.
When Ning Yu was transferred to Taoyuan Middle School, her colleagues looked like peacocks in a zoo, lowering themselves into the dust and looking through their eyes. It ignores the details of peacock’s life, leaving only the peacock’s view. The tail is a wipe of white, beating countless green peonies, how many, no one can count clearly, just feel peonies floating around the campus, one after another. delineate
Ping uncle is a boring person, at least in my eyes. Pingshuping likes to force his students to take the road he has buried, which involves a lot of boring homework, such as copying books. It sounds like a gentleman in a private school, full of old charms, like a ruler to throw out at any time, doesn’t it? In my opinion, Ping uncle does not understand the hearts of students, he knows very well, otherwise how to make learning.
(1) why don’t you get up, Lin Miaoxin? The sun was drying up and late, and got up for school. Mrs. Li went into the room and drew the curtain open. She continued her oral education to the man who was still sleeping in bed. “Well… I see, mom, let me sleep for five more minutes, five minutes. ” After finishing the ambiguity, he turned around in a lazy position and went on sleeping.