Dark black eyes and your smiling face
It's hard to forget the transformation of your face
The old time that fluttered lightly slipped away
It had been several years since I turned my head back to look...
A song "Love Song 1990" sings our common voice. In life, there is always someone who accompanies you to see the scenery, there is always a pair of hands to warm your way forward, there is always a song that makes you cry when you listen to it, and there is always a text that you can't bear to touch and bury in your heart. When one day, standing on the other side of the years and looking back, those innocent years, those vicissitudes of tempering, have become yellowed memories, and finally touched the time, but also touched themselves.
Youth is a beautiful text, always beautiful and vivid in this season, and when you grow up, you will have a little touch of emotion and sadness in retrospect. Those who have missed, those who have missed things, can always recall the memories of the past, let themselves inadvertently have a little touch, the past things will pass, will not come again, some happiness, always exist at a certain moment in the past, let yourself to remember, to commemorate. Gogol said, "Youth is happy because it has a future." "It's a philosophical but veritable statement. Youth is beautiful and short-lived, and perhaps nothing can be exchanged.
Life may not be as colorful as imagined, but life is a constant evolution of life. Time is a good medicine, can make people cross themselves, and then unforgettable people or things, in front of time will eventually be released. Who hasn't had the time of youth with white teeth and red lips? Who hasn't walked through the confusion of youth? Who hasn't been young and crazy? Who hasn't gone through the ups and downs of fate? One day, you will find that what you once wanted to grasp firmly, slowly put it down, once painful, slowly the wound will be scarred, not no pain, not forgotten, just relieved.
No matter how life makes you full of wind and dust, keep your heart warm, if your heart does not move, the wind is not bad, if you are not hurt, the years are unharmed. One day you will learn not to argue, not to be near, not to be near, and your steps are not hurried, and you are not in a hurry. No matter how far life goes, it is necessary to return to the original point, the past is used to reminisce, today is used to cherish, tomorrow is used to expect, on the road of life, or there is a fortunate intersection, or passing by, the warmth that has not changed the hand that has been held. Time tempers people's hearts, people reach middle age, and the years have been separated by several mountains and rivers, and finally understand that indifference is the ultimate destination of life.
About the author: Jiang Baobing, Zi Jian Mei, Number Sword Mei Lou Lord, Qingfeng Hall Master. He is a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Association, a member of the Whole Committee of the Dezhou Writers Association, a member of the Dezhou Calligraphers Association, a director of the Yucheng Writers Association, and an editorial board member of Yucheng Literature.
The work "Night Reading Lu Xun" won the second prize of the national "Walking with the Republic, Good Books Grow with Me" Reading essay competition, and "Looking at Social Changes from Dietary Changes" won the first prize of the National Day Essay contest for the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. "The Green Plane Tree" won the third prize for outstanding literary and artistic works in practicing the core values of socialism. "Growing Up with the Great Motherland" won the first prize of the "Lucky Color Cup, I and New China" with an award for essays. "The Ancient Road of the Yellow River" won the Excellence Award in the Prose Group in the 4th China Xiajin Yuguo Poetry (Prose) Competition.
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