Learn to make trade-offs

Mr. Lu Xun once commented on "appropriationism": "We must learn to make trade-offs. For good things, such as advanced Western technology, we must "Take" means to bring it. For things that are both good and bad, we can take the good side, such as opium, and send it to the pharmacy. For those that are useless, such as "aunt," we have to "let go."

The above passage tells us: we must learn to make trade-offs. Indeed, today is in the period of reform and opening up, and the outside world is very exciting, but we must learn to make trade-offs, just like opening a window, we must not only breathe fresh air, but also prevent flying insects from entering. We must take the good and let go of the bad "dregs".

Previously, I went to my aunt’s house to congratulate her on moving to a new house. The house has two floors and is almost magnificently decorated. However, I found a label on the sofa: “Pigsoy” (pig pen). I couldn’t help but ask The reason, my aunt said embarrassedly: "I picked this up in the store. I don't know what it means. Anyway, foreign literature is popular now!" Suddenly, I felt that the room was overshadowed. I hurriedly said goodbye to my aunt and went home.

In fact, such examples are not uncommon. Modern people like to package themselves as "foreign" goods. They think they are avant-garde and "cool", but they don't know that they are just taking the crap out of others. This also reminds me of a report I saw not long ago: An instant noodle factory spent several million to purchase a set of flow-machining machines for making instant noodles from abroad. However, it turned out that it could not be installed. When I asked, I found out that it was a seven-piece machine that had been eliminated abroad. Machines from the 1900s. The losses of such "taking" are really costly. Therefore, it is even more important to learn to make trade-offs. Confucius said: "Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones." The ancients were like this, but what about us? If my aunt's "taking the chaff" only caused the family to lose its luster, then that factory's "taking the chaff" caused the country to suffer huge losses. We must not "learn" from this. We have to learn to make trade-offs.

In the modern open economic wave, more new things will enter, and our teenagers are in a period of strong plasticity, immature in all aspects, and strong imitation ability, so we are more We must learn to choose and reject, take the essence and discard the chaff; don't accept the good and the bad at the same time. If you are not careful, you will "make one mistake and regret it for eternity." You will regret it for life.

I hope that in the future life, the above two examples will not happen again, and we will be more "take the best" and less "take the dross", and make the right choice.

Memories in the light rain

Outside the window, light rain was pattering down. The scene in front of me was almost the same as when I was catching crabs in Boerwan, Yangkou when I was 13 years old.

That year, my father and I went to Yangkou to visit my aunt. My aunt specially cooked some fine seafood for me to eat. My favorite is the big crab that my aunt won’t let me eat too much!

The large, steamed crab is as big as a bowl and turns yellow. After opening the lid, you will find bright yellow crab roe, tender white meat, steaming heat, and bursts of fragrance - not to mention Just thinking about eating it makes people salivate. Although there are crabs in the small ravine in my hometown, what are they? Like a bottle cap! How can it be compared with this big crab?

Whenever I eat these fragrant crabs, I want to catch a few with my own hands! There are no children at my aunt's house to play with me. So, the two brothers from next door, Dalong and Xiaolong, became my best friends. That year, Dalong was 15 years old and Xiaolong was 12 years old. Once, we made an appointment to go crab fishing in Boerwan. But the next day, it rained heavily, and I was so anxious that I almost cried. The aunt kept saying: "Hong'er, we're not going! It's dangerous there, and it's raining again. It's terrible!" "No, I made an appointment with Brother Dalong!"

The father stared with anger. But my uncle took out his coir raincoat and said with a smile: "Let him go; that boy Dalong is very reliable at work!" Then he put on the coir raincoat for me. My aunt had no choice but to send me out of the house and then out the door.

Along the way, she was nagging and gave one sentence ten times. Brother Dalong came over with Xiaolong, carrying an oar and a big net bucket. His aunt told him a dozen more times.

When we got on the boat, it was still raining. My uncle's raincoat was too big, and it looked awkward for me to wear it unsteadily. Brother Dalong took off his raincoat and changed it with me, then let Xiaolong and I enter the cabin while he drove the boat by himself. Bo'er Bay is not far away and will be there in a short while. I got off the boat and stood on the rocks on the shore. I took a look: Where are the crabs? ! Brother Dalong seemed to have guessed what I was thinking, and said, "When the tide is over, the crabs will come up." Sure enough, after a while, the tide was over, revealing a piece of rocky ground. Ha ha! A large group of crabs swarmed over. At first glance, they looked really scary!

Brother Dalong said: "Hong'er is waiting up there. Xiaolong comes down with me. We must catch him quickly! The floods come very quickly on rainy days!"

I looked at him The two of us caught crabs briskly, and our hands were itchy, so I went down and reached out to catch a big crab... However, my hand was caught by it, and I screamed in pain. Brother Dalong hurried over and flicked the crab with his fingers, and the crab's claws were released. I wanted to catch it again, but Brother Dalong hurriedly said: "You can't catch it like this! You have to take its cover!" He said and caught another one. I tried it like he did, and it worked! In a short time, more than a dozen of them were caught!

At this time, Brother Dalong straightened up and looked into the distance and said, "Okay, get on the boat!" I was confused and followed me on the boat. I was staring at the big crabs fighting against each other in the net bucket, and suddenly I felt the ship's hull shaking, ah, it's so dangerous! The reef just now was swallowed up by the floods! I can't help but admire Brother Dalong. When I got home, Brother Dalong insisted on giving me all the crabs. "That won't work!" I said, "The boat and barrel belong to your family. Besides..."

"This is what my father said! He said that you are a guest and we have nothing to give." You, give me some crabs! You are going back to Laiwu soon, let your aunt steam them and take them back!"

A few years have passed. Not long ago, I read in the newspaper that Boerwan has now become a well-known professional shallow sea breeding town, and also produces an exclusive product "canned fresh crab". I think that brothers Dalong and Xiaolong, with their ability to sail a boat and make waves, which they have learned since childhood, will definitely show off their skills in this meeting.

Outside the window, the autumn rain is still falling. It was still raining when I was a child. The joy of catching crabs in the rain as a child is something I will never forget!

Lessons taught by my family

In the early morning, I was lying on the bed and saw through the window glass that the sky was gray and the wind was blowing. After a while, I heard it raining again. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes again.

"Tingting! Get up, it's almost seven o'clock!" My mother's shout made me open my eyes again.

"Where is my dad? Has he gotten up?" I asked as I got up.

"Your father bought pancakes for his daughter! Get up and eat them while they're hot!" was the father's voice. Oops! I lost again today.

My father is a warm-hearted person who talks very humorously. He loves his daughter very much and takes care of my mother. He often helps her with housework. He loves me, but he also often educates me. The way he educates me is not by yelling or blowing his beard and staring, but by teaching me in a joke. No, in order to let me get up early every day and cultivate my good habit of diligence, he not only set an example by himself and took the lead in getting up early, but also proposed that the whole family start a competition to get up early. My parents also chose me to be a statistician. This method really worked, and I won many championships. But today I lost!

"Dad! Who is the champion today!" I asked my dad after getting up.

Dad smiled and said: "Of course you are a strong woman! Today your mother got up earlier than me. No, the millet porridge is ready, come and eat!"

My mother served me millet porridge and said, "If your father hadn't come back too late last night, he would definitely be the champion today." I know that my mother always talks to my father.

Dad finished his breakfast and was busy getting dressed. While I was eating, I asked: "Dad! Why do you have to leave so early today?"

"I'm going to the city for a meeting today.

"Dad said while getting dressed.

Dad's words reminded me. Every time Dad goes out for a meeting, a car comes to pick him up. Now I am happy. I drank a bowl of porridge and ate it. A fried cake, looked out the window, the light rain was still falling, so I said: "Dad! It's raining outside. Please take me to school in your car today! "Dad looked out the window and didn't answer.

Mom also looked out the window, and then said: "Yes! It's raining. Let your dad's car take you to school! "Dad still didn't say anything. I quickly flattered him and said, "Mom! Don't worry, my dad is a model father and he will give it to me. "At this time, my father found my rain boots from under the bed, handed them to me and said: "Tingting, put on your rain boots, there is an umbrella behind the door, go to school by yourself, don't take the car! I threw my rain boots on the ground angrily and said, "It's windy and rainy today. How can we walk? Otherwise, I won't take your car!" "My father picked up the rain boots with a serious face and handed them to me again, and asked: "My daughter is afraid of the wind? "I shook my head. He asked again: "My daughter is afraid of rain? Before I could answer anything, my mother seemed to realize something, and immediately came over to encourage me and said: "My daughter is not afraid of anything!" Walk! Let's go with mom! "I finally understood something in my heart, and I was no longer angry. So, I left with my mother.

In the wind and rain, our mother and daughter supported each other, and our umbrellas were red. As soon as it was green, we merged into the crowd of people running around in the wind and rain. Everyone's umbrellas woven into a beautiful and colorful world

I really want to become an angel

In my heart. There is always a pure wish buried; - to become an angel. The English name of angel is Anger. Whether in China or in the world, angels always appear in people's hearts with their holy human charm and the god of luck. It is a symbol of love, and his mission is to bring peace and happiness to the world.

Our planet has never been peaceful. The clouds of war and the threat of death still exist today. After Sharon, the leader of the Kurdish group, became the Prime Minister of Israel, the peace process in the Middle East has been repeatedly blocked, and innocent civilians have become victims of the war. After taking office, US President Bush broke his promise, completely ignoring the rest of the world and the United States. Opposing calls, insisting on deploying NMD, this move will inevitably lead to a new round of arms race around the world. Also, in 1998, NATO, led by the United States, carried out 74 days of inhumane bombing against the sovereign country of Yugoslavia... There are too many facts to list. As a conscientious person in the world, I really don’t want to see conflict, bloodshed, and death, and I don’t want to see our world so turbulent. I eagerly hope to become an angel, an angel with a halo above my head. I am going to visit Salon, negotiate with him in the name of God, let him clearly understand what he is doing, let him fully realize how many innocent lives he has killed, and let him repent for the rest of his life. I am going to the White House to have a meeting with George W. Bush. , free him from the Cold War mentality, enable him to have a kind heart, and use practical actions to enable the world's largest power to benefit the people of the world and make our world more stable and prosperous...

Since the birth of mankind, we have begun a journey of conquest. Now the whole world has been conquered, and human civilization has reached its peak: we can dive in the deep sea and travel in space. Every corner of the world is filled with the potential of human conquest. Tentacles. However, our earth has also paid a heavy price. Watching Mother Earth dying and crying for help, watching animal and plant partners becoming extinct day by day, my heart bleeds. Does the development of human civilization must be based on the deterioration of the environment? Is it at the expense of the extinction of other living things? If this continues, green will no longer exist, the earth will be overrun by deserts, and all kinds of animal and plant friends that accompany humans will also be gone forever. By then, humans will only have to reap the consequences. Ultimate destruction.

I eagerly hope to become an angel and use my true feelings and humanity to awaken the prophetic vision of mankind; use maternal love and warmth to give the dying animals and plants the power to survive, so that they can survive tenaciously; use the majesty of God to severely punish those who harm living creatures and destroy The killer of the environment; use all my strength to save mankind, make the earth always lush and green, and make the sky always pure and blue...

I eagerly hope that I can become an angel, and use the dance and singing of angels to make the world more beautiful. More people will stand side by side with me, so that everyone can become angels who maintain world peace and bring happiness to mankind...

In the haze, I felt a pair of snow-white wings slowly growing on my shoulders, Wearing the same snow-white dress, with a golden shining halo on top of my head, I flew to the sky...

There has always been a pure wish buried in my heart; - to become an angel. The English name of angel is Anger. Whether in China or around the world, angels have always appeared in people's hearts with their holy human charm and the appearance of gods of luck. I thought angels were symbols of love, and their mission was to bring peace and happiness to the world.

Our planet has never been peaceful for a day. The clouds of war and the threat of death still exist today. Since Sharon, the leader of the Likud Party, became the Prime Minister of Israel, the peace process in the Middle East has been repeatedly blocked, and bloody conflicts between Palestine and Israel have continued. Innocent civilians became victims of war. After taking office, U.S. President Bush broke his promise and insisted on deploying NMD, completely ignoring the opposition from other countries around the world and the United States. This move will inevitably trigger a new round of arms race around the world. Also, in 1998, NATO, led by the United States, carried out 74 days of inhumane bombing on the sovereign country of Yugoslavia... There are many facts, too numerous to mention. As a conscientious person in the world, I really don’t want to see conflict, bloodshed, death, or see our world in such turmoil. I was eager to become an angel, a haloed angel, to visit the salon and negotiate with him in the name of God so that he understood exactly what he was doing. Let him fully realize how many innocent lives he has killed and let him repent for the rest of his life. I want to go to the White House to talk with George W. Bush to help him free himself from the Cold War mentality and have a kind heart. He can use practical actions to make the world's most powerful country benefit the people of the world and make our world more stable and prosperous. ...

From the day of its birth, mankind has begun a journey of conquest. Now the whole world has been conquered, and human civilization has reached its peak: we can dive in the deep sea and travel in space. Every corner of the world is filled with tentacles of human conquest. But our planet has also paid a heavy price. My heart bleeds as I watch Mother Earth dying and crying for help, and watching our animal and plant partners becoming extinct day by day. Does the development of human civilization have to come at the expense of the deterioration of the environment and the extinction of other living things? If it continues, green will no longer exist, the earth will be overrun by deserts, and all kinds of animal and plant friends that accompany humans will also be lost forever. . At that time, mankind can only reap the consequences and move toward ultimate destruction. I eagerly hope to become an angel and use my true feelings and humanity to awaken the prophetic vision of mankind; use maternal love and warmth to give the dying animals and plants the power to survive, so that they can survive tenaciously; use the majesty of God to severely punish those who harm living creatures and destroy The killer of the environment; use all my strength to save mankind, make the earth always lush and green, and make the sky always pure and blue...

I eagerly hope that I can become an angel, and use the dance and singing of angels to make the world more beautiful. More people will stand side by side with me, so that everyone can become angels who maintain world peace and bring happiness to mankind...

In the haze, I felt a pair of snow-white wings slowly growing on my shoulders, Wearing the same snow-white long clothes, with a golden halo above her head, she flew to the sky...

Beauty lies in after school hours

Class, review, exam; class, review, Examination, such a life seems too monotonous and boring. No! In addition to intense study, I also have my own piece of blue sky and fertile soil.

A week of intense study life has passed. Needless to say, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse on Saturday night, and the wind was high and the air was refreshing.

Early the next morning, my father and I will definitely pick up our fishing rods and set off on the journey to Qingpu for fishing. When we come to the bank of the river pond, the sky is often still dark. The deep night is like a cyan curtain, with bright pearl-like stars embedded on it. The grass on the ground is slightly moist, and it feels like a carpet when you step on it, gentle and soft. The chirping insects in the grass made a crisp cry, which was particularly loud in the tranquility. Occasionally, a golden carp jumped out of the water with a "plop" sound, creating ripples on the river surface coated with silver by the moonlight. Everything was so beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

I put down my fishing gear and waited quietly. Time passed minute by minute, but before the fish took the bait, my hand felt a little sore. "Eh? Why does my hand get sore after holding such a light fishing rod for a while?" I couldn't help but think. oh! That’s right! Holding the fishing rod in your hand is like a lever, your hand is the fulcrum. Then the "power moment" of this lever must be very short. Look, the tail of the pole is so close to your hand. This turns out to be a standard "laborious lever". No wonder it's so difficult to hold! So if the "power moment" is lengthened, the force should be much smaller, right? I couldn't help but move my hand forward. Sure enough, the fishing rod seemed much lighter. I couldn't help but feel proud of this "little innovation". Suddenly my eyes flashed, wow! not good! The float has already sunk into the water. Pull quickly! Pull quickly! But what was pulled up was an empty hook.

I reinstalled the bait and threw it hard. The fishing line drew a beautiful arc in the air, and plunged into the water with a "plop" sound. After a while, the float still didn't move. I kept looking around. With a "swish" sound, Dad suddenly raised the fishing rod, followed by a "plop" sound. Looking at Dad's fishing rod again, the tip of the rod had been pulled into a half oval shape. "Ah! Dad caught a big fish!" I quickly threw down the fishing rod and rushed over in three steps and two steps at a time. As expected, it was a big herring. I picked up the "Haidou" and took a dip in the water. "Wow" this fish weighed five kilograms. Looking at Dad's fish basket, it's already half full. I couldn't help but ask: "Dad, how come you caught so many?" Dad smiled and said: "When fishing, the position of the float is very important. The best thing is that when the fishing line enters the water, there are four floats floating on the water and three floats floating on the water." When sinking into the water, the distance between each float is 4-5 centimeters. In this way, the buoyancy of the floats in the water exactly offsets the weight of the lead bullets, and keeping a certain distance between the floats can also make the process of the fish eating the bait clear at a glance...

I followed my father's example and moved the float. At this moment, a breeze blew, and ripples appeared on the river. The four snow-white floats swayed in the green river water. It seemed to be dancing a brisk ballet. Suddenly, the float sank, and my heart suddenly stopped. Then I gently lifted the rod, and a silver fish jumped out of the water. It landed on the grass beside the pond with a "plop" sound. I stepped forward and saw a lively big crucian carp weighing half a catty. I was sincerely happy and shouted: "Dad, I caught it too!" "At this moment, the weeping willows by the river are fluttering in the wind, seeming to congratulate me.

Sometimes, "the sky is unpredictable", the sun is completely covered by clouds, and the wind is no longer gentle. Whenever At this time, Dad will put up a "pergola" and carefully observe the sky, "Let's go!" It's going to rain heavily! "If my father said that, I would immediately put away the fishing rod, pick up the fish I caught, and follow my father out of the river pond. After a while, the rain would start to fall like beans. If my father looked at the sky, If I still pick up the fishing rod leisurely, I will be fine. I will feel relieved and throw out the fishing line gracefully...

Whenever the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the grass on the other side a touch of golden color. , my father and I used the fishing pole as a "pole", hung the filled fish basket in the middle, and walked leisurely back along the field path. Under the setting sun, green crops were approaching in the distance. I nodded in greeting; in the distance, the smoke rising above the farmhouse waved goodbye to me. At this moment, a childhood song gently swayed in my heart: "Our fields, beautiful fields..."

The Old Man and the Dog

My classmate Liu moved to a new house and invited me to be a guest.

The person who opened the door was Da Liu’s wife, Xue Ping. She said that Da Liu had to go out for a while and asked me to come in and sit down first. As soon as I entered the luxurious living room, a snow-white curly-haired puppy jumped towards me. I was naturally afraid of dogs, so I hurriedly stepped aside. Xue Ping picked up the puppy and laughed at me: "You are so timid! Jingjing doesn't bite."

While chatting with me, Xue Ping asked the person who was called "Jingjing" "The puppy performed acrobatics on the carpet. The puppy was very obedient. He would roll over and stand on his head. It was very cute. At this time, an old woman walked out of the kitchen. I asked Xue Ping in a low voice: "Did you hire a nanny?" Have a quiet few days." Seeing the old man coming over with two cups of tea, I stood up and said hello. Xue Ping sat upright and said coldly: "The guests want to stay for dinner, you go and buy some food." The old man agreed and was about to go out, then turned around and asked: "What is the household number here? I always can't remember it." Unit 407, 4th Floor, 17th Floor, how many times have I told you, do you remember this time?" As soon as the old man went out, Xue Ping muttered impatiently: "You said this old woman lived well in the country. What are you doing here? It’s so annoying to go out and get lost!”

After a long time, Da Liu’s mother still hasn’t come back. When she came back, she asked worriedly: "Isn't the old lady lost again?" "Silence... "Jingjing, Jingjing, where are you?" I realized that the puppy that had been running around the living room suddenly disappeared. Xue Ping immediately became anxious. She looked through every room, but there was still no trace of it. "What should I do? Jingjing has just taken a bath. It's been cold these days, so she will catch a cold! The last time she caught a cold, she just had a cold, and it cost more than 500 yuan just to see a doctor! Besides, we just moved here, and Jingjing doesn't know her way around. Ah! "Xue Ping asked me to wait at home while she went out to look for me. I said it would be better to find Da Liu's mother first. She is so old, so nothing will happen to her. Xue Ping looked disdainfully: "If you want to wait for Da Liu to come back, look for Jingjing first." As soon as she went out, she saw Da Liu's mother carrying vegetables and going upstairs, mumbling: "I shouldn't have made a mistake this time. Here!" Xue Ping fired at the old man: "Did you not close the door and let Jingjing run away? If Jingjing can't come back, we're not done!" I was about to say something, "Wow!" The dog barked and the puppy jumped out from behind the old man. Xue Ping picked up the puppy and kissed it again and again: "Jingjing, where have you gone? You miss me so much! Is someone bullying you?" The old man stood in a daze for a long time without saying a word. Entered the kitchen.

The clock in the living room struck 12. Da Liu’s mother had prepared a table of sumptuous dishes, but Da Liu had not returned yet. Xue Ping suggested eating it first without waiting for Da Liu, but I had no appetite at all.

My class and I

Time flies, and three years of junior high school life is over. But I grew up with my class! How can I not miss it?

Three years are both long and short. Many past events have been gradually forgotten as time passes quietly, but there is a memory deep in my heart that cannot be shaken off or erased. , let me never forget it.

In the second year of junior high school, the whole school held an autumn sports meeting. The event I signed up for was the junior high school women’s 800-meter long-distance race. The game started, and the whole class watched me walk to the competition venue.

The life committee member even came over and put a piece of chocolate into my hand and said, "Fight for first place!" I smiled and nodded. From his eyes, I felt trust and hope. I was full of confidence, took big steps, and stood at the front of the team. I believe that number one is mine.

200 meters passed, and then 400 meters passed. My legs became a little weak and I slowed down a little. Suddenly a burst of cheering came to my ears. All the classmates in our class stood up in the stands, and some were still standing on their stools.

My heart is beating very fast. For the sake of our class, I will fight for the first place! I swung my arms hard and rushed forward so hard that I almost fell. The shouting didn't stop, and I couldn't hear clearly what they were shouting.

With 200 meters to go, I found that the runner behind me was about to catch up. I was breathing heavily. I wanted to throw her away, but I couldn't. I ran hard, eager to reach the finish line in one step, but I felt that the runner behind me was passing me like a gust of wind... The game was finally over! I came in second.

I cried, and the classmates in our class ran over, helped me back to my seat, and put clothes on me. Everyone encouraged me, comforted me, and said, "Second is also pretty good." Her tears were more like broken beads, constantly flowing down.

The life committee member bought another bottle of soda and sent it to me and said, "In our hearts, you are number one. What we love is your dedication." I stopped crying, and Everyone laughed together, shouted together, and cheered for other students.

It’s been a long time since this happened, but I haven’t forgotten it, let alone those 56 hearts beating together! How can I not miss such a class group? I love my class, love those 56 red hearts, and love that dedication.

I wish you all the best in my heart, and may your tomorrow be brighter and brighter!

Meteors streaking across the heart

Boys and girls in the blooming season all have their own first love story in their hearts. Whenever it is mentioned, some people say it is bitter, while others say it is happy and happy...

What is first love?

Some people say that it’s the gurgling streams in summer, and it’s so hot in the dog days, but I still want to row a boat; it’s the plum blossoms in the cold winter, no matter how heavy the snow is, no matter how slippery the road is, even if I fall down, I still have a smile.

Some people say that it is the spring breeze that brings sand, and willow catkins stick to the body; it is the scorching summer, the 40-degree heat and upset; it is the winter snow that chills the heart. Once upon a time, you have clearly gone far, but you are always there. In front of you.

And my first love, my memories, can only be approached by following the memory in the dead of night. Although there is no news from him now, I think of him all the time, missing his good qualities, his bad qualities, and his unforgettable look in his eyes. Maybe he has long forgotten my existence, maybe he doesn’t want to remember that seemingly happy memory, maybe he already has a present worth cherishing, and I am just the “past” that he has forgotten...

Some people say: "Time is the best medicine for treating psychological trauma." I try to let time completely wash away that memory of you. So, I studied hard so that I would not stop and have no spare time to think about you. But I failed to make an effort to forget, and I failed to make myself try not to think about the past that was as still as the photos, the past events that were collected together with the diary. Whenever I am alone, I always think of you, and I am always afraid of hearing from you inadvertently. At that time, it was only more than a month before the high school entrance examination, and at that very contradictory time, I received your letter.

You did not write the address and name of the sender on the envelope, only the words "MUJI". I realized that it was you, and I had a strong intuition in my heart that it must be you. I opened the letter anxiously, and I still remember the content. You said you wanted to see me and asked me to contact you. Holding this letter, I hesitated. Should I contact you? Will it delay the exam? But I still called you with countless questions. Your voice on the phone sounded much more mature and unfamiliar; you invited me to meet on Saturday, and I didn’t refuse. I never dreamed that I would be like this today. I was wearing a white T-shirt and you were wearing a black T-shirt, walking side by side on the street. We are very close, but you can clearly feel the distance between us; your appearance has not changed much, but you can clearly feel that you are unfamiliar; the tone of your words is still so familiar, but you can clearly feel the caution in our words.

We have no more *** topics, we can only choose silence. We sat facing each other, and the happiness and sweetness of the couples in the fast food restaurant only made us feel stiffer. "You seem to have changed a lot." A seemingly unnecessary sentence came out of my mouth. "Really? I don't think so, it's just that my hair was cut short." He joked, which was not funny at all, and I could only smile in response. The loneliness was restored. After a long time, you asked to leave. It seemed that you felt something.

Along the way, we didn't say a word. We were walking together, but we were separated by the crowd. You stood on the opposite side of the street. I looked at you, wanting to get close to you, but I was pulled away by the crowd again and again. That strange feeling of being far, far away came when we were side by side. At this time, we were wrapped from head to toe and couldn't walk out.

When we broke up, you said to me: "Be careful on the road." I can still feel that you still care about me, but you seem to be frightened by my indifference. So, we lost contact again.

It started to rain in the hot dusk, and pedestrians were in a hurry. I had imagined that meeting each other again thousands of times would be like this, so simple, so unexpected. Walking slowly in the rain, tears finally rolled down with the rain.

I have never been close to him. I have always looked at him through the rain. My thoughts live in the soil of fantasy. Once I move from fantasy to reality, maybe my thoughts will no longer survive.

Beautiful things are always short-lived and sad. First love is a meteor that streaks across the sky in the heart. It is short-lived and magnificent, unprecedented and unparalleled. The glory of that moment is enough to be recalled in a lifetime.

They are all written on my computer by me and my classmates for your reference