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.
On the afternoon of May 16, 2011, Chen Younan and Chen Xianxian came to Shanghai to visit relatives and friends from Xiamen. Take the train and come directly to my home by taxi. I was going to pick them up at Hongqiao Railway Station, but they were so kind that they didn’t want to bother anybody and didn’t want us to pick them up at all. The couple are old friends of our youth. Before coming to Shanghai, a large box of local products was sent. The day comes in.
“Oh, that pen,” Xin Yu Heng wants to find something back and find it. But once something is lost, it will never come back again. It is likely to be destroyed and there may be a memory. Zhang Ge’s pen is an example. During his childhood, Zhang Ge lived in a poor rural family. Though his family was not good enough, he did not fight much. He is not good at studying hours, and his grades are always good.
In April 24, 2010, we had four people with Wu Qichang and Zhang Yueqin. We should take a train to visit Wuhan by train to the old friends, Wang Yaozhong and Zheng Xuefen. Mr. and Mrs. Wang Yaozhong and Ni Jiulong and Shi Lingying are our old colleagues, old neighbors and old friends in our youth. Wang Yaozhong, Ni Jiulong, Shi Lingying and our old couple are young people in Shanghai in 60s. After two years in Xinjiang,
The world is impermanence, can sit together a warm room, in the sound of soothing music, slowly taste tea and anecdotes, perhaps you think this is a very ordinary thing, but I think to cherish it, because the opportunity in life like this is not too much, even once, missed, just once, missed, just once missed, just once missed, just once missed, just once missed, just once missed, just once missed, just once missed, just You can’t get it again! Life is impermanent and may often involve friends or hotels.
A long, long time ago, if we hadn’t met each other, we would not have fallen into such a difficult situation, and the time that was once missed together was falling in a fine and fine way to draw the outline of our entire youth story. Occasionally close your eyes and be swept away by the crowd.
In the afternoon of November 24, 2008, our old couple and old friend Wu Qichang met in the South Station of the train, and took a bus to travel to Xiamen. Chen Xianxian and us are all the Shanghai old educated youth in Shanghai in 60s. They are assigned to the work of the agricultural production and Construction Corps in Xinjiang. Although they are not in a unit, they often come and go, with close relations and profound feelings. the seventies
That day, you sent me a picture of a high-speed rail car, and I asked you where you were going. You said you just went back to your old home and picked up your old mother. I said there was a feeling of passing away. You said it was in a hurry and didn’t bother me. Remember the first card you sent me? A sentence printed on it is “when she passes by you quietly”, this is the so-called omen. It is destined that I will always be by your side.
In mid July 2008, we escorted the Chen Xianxian family back to Yili, revisited their hometown, and once again saw the Yili River in mind. One morning, we went to visit our old friend Wei Jinghua in Yining development zone. After a long time, old friends met with endless words of knowledge. The old son-in-law asked us to go downstairs and drive us to a restaurant in the restaurant on the opposite side of the Yili river. Car in
A little narcissistic feel that his narrow nest seems to be called “spiritual post”. At noon, w went downstairs alone to take a bus to another place to take a bus home. I did not send her down, just a little station at the door, until the sound of her suitcase gradually disappeared, and I closed the door and returned to the nest. Tuesday to today, just fifth days. I can’t remember what was last night
Youth is always a nouns of sentimentality. Those memories of youth in our minds are sweet and heartache. For a long time without contact, she suddenly saw that she made a statement that the position was in Kashi, Xinjiang. I really didn’t think that the girl like the wind was going to Xinjiang. When I was at school, I knew she was a girl who yearned for the outside world.
Since retiring from Xinjiang in early 2005, it has been more than three years since the second home of more than 40 years of living and living. How many days and nights, I dreamt of missing my colleagues and close friends who worked together. I didn’t feel much like staying together and meeting regularly before. Once I had stayed away for many years, I realized the value of this friendship. Twenty
I and her – there were always some surprises. I left before I left. I left ahead of time and said goodbye in advance. If I said it would be a more wonderful embarrassment, then I should choose the moment, at least, I can escape the moment. Returning to the old soil of the hometown, the fields are still so deserted, and the sleeping beauty of sleeping is so quiet. I have to say, the air is clear and clear, no
The sunshine of February is not so warm, nor so cold. It is not so tender and not so lonely. The willow tree in February was not Jasper’s make-up, nor was it similar to the past, but the goose yellow spore was just like a smile of three year old daughter, which was just my French eye. The spring breeze in February is not like scissors. There are some slight sadness.
(message: life can not decide everything in the future. We can only take every step we can and let everything slowly come and go. The joy of life lies in the unknown and the good in the future. Let’s welcome the present and create the future together. To give a friend to you is also to me. Many times, we are always used to define life.
In mid April 2007, we agreed with Zhang Wenjuan and Zhang Yueqin to visit old friend Xue Chunlin in Ningbo. In 60s, all of us were working in the four division of the Xinjiang production and Construction Corps, the four Division Engineering Department of the production and Construction Corps. I was in the office of the Ministry of propaganda and education for propaganda, Sheng Lianxiang, Xue Chunlin in the store, Zhang Wenjuan in the garden team, Zhang Yueqin in the literary and art propaganda team, all of the Shanghai branch youth. Remember the first time I went back to Shanghai to visit my family
For the ice language, the wind of the whole year is always with a vicious taste. The only thing she can do now is to drive it, to drive it, to uniform it, to make it used, to create wealth, to make it a day, even like a beautiful bubble. For the rural area, father laziness will only boast that her mother will swear at her.
I took the world that originally belonged to you. Clear skies, blue sky and white clouds remind me of you; wind and rain, puddles remind me of you. Spring, purple thousand red reminds me of you; in summer, the green forest reminds me of you; autumn, golden wheat waves remind me of you; winter, the Silver Wrap reminds me of you. I thought you could make me sleep, but you were still my nightmare at night.
Recently, authorities have been exposing the false university (pheasant university) for a long time after the college entrance examination. The University of pheasant: the word “Baidu” explains why the University of pheasant, also known as a diploma mill, a false university, a school, is for the purpose of running a school for profit, usually using a name that is easily confused with a well-known university, to confuse students in a confusing way and to drill relevant national laws in a variety of ways.