The high temperature for several consecutive days makes people feel that summer will never end. However, there are still some emotions growing slowly in my heart, which is the mood that I can never return to in the summer of 2011. Is it because the weather is too hot? Let the careful mood buried somewhere expose nowhere to escape with the evaporation of high temperature airflow. Some emotions can only happen in our most transparent, purest and profound childhood. At that time, the blue sky above the head was always a lonely face. Every teenager performs well as much as he likes. Even if he is sad, he will smile on this face. In our delicate youth, we are used to protecting ourselves with lies. Don’t admit jealousy, don’t admit being tempted, don’t admit being hurt. We should all be like this. In that year, I experienced many things. It is like a typhoon crossing and collapsing sadly. In the summer after the past two years, when everything is gone, the so-called sadness will be covered up by the new story without any trace. However, such a careful cover can not resist the strong sunlight. Xiao Si said that time is always the greatest healer. No matter how many wounds there are, they will disappear on the skin, dissolve into the heart and become beautiful patterns on the ventricular wall. I hope all my marks can have beautiful patterns in my heart. If I can make scars, I should be able to heal them. Become your own healer. It took a summer time to forget, and another summer time to remember. It turns out that it has been there all the time, and it has always been accompanied by the shadow. I like myself who worked so hard that year, I like the days when I can write it on the secret book quietly when I have something in my mind, and I like the coziness of walking hand in hand with my good friends, I like the scene of reciting books back and forth on campus, and I like the figure of going to the rooftop to make wishes at midnight of the new year… I hate myself who was not brave enough at that time, I hate to bury my love so deep quietly. Even when I am about to leave, I still smile like a nobody. I hate my strength in disguise occasionally, but I often forget that I am also a child, he is also a child who can cry wildly. He hates many things that could have been saved too late. He hates not saying goodbye to someone… that year, in the days we walked together, it was quiet like a huge starry sky in summer night, covering the whole planet, gentle and silent. It is calm like the ripples caused by raindrops in the curved river… it is warm like the sunflower, which is so gorgeous as long as there is a little sunshine, it’s like the fireworks that sprays into the night sky. If you have forgotten something, if you are still willing to think of it, if the fragrance and heat of summer can still turn up the sleeping years in your heart, if the strong shade of trees still can’t resist the hot blood cast by the sun on your eyelids, if those lonely skies in your youth haven’t completely walked out of your heart, dreams. So… another year of graduation season, are you okay now. Do you still remember the mood at that time and everyone’s faces at that time. It has been two years. Time is always so slow and so fast. It is too slow to make you hate today’s boring and repetitive monotonous life day after day; It is so easy to forget yesterday, forget everything happened not long ago, and live the present two years later after blinking. We all know that time is short and life is limited, but we still spend so recklessly… so, I miss the original. I miss all kinds of busyness in that summer of that year, sometimes nervous, sometimes high pressure, and sometimes happy because of a little bit of small achievements. That year, I was always on guard, and my mind seemed to be running at a high speed. At that time, I hated that kind of life, always looking forward to the future, thinking about the future, always telling myself over and over again that it would be good to get through it, and it would be heaven to get through it. Seen a word. The place where you desperately want to escape is actually heaven. I couldn’t tell what it felt like. It seemed that there was a huge stone pressing on my heart. It was a complex mood that was said right but I didn’t know how to defend. I have never thought that the place where I originally hated and wanted to escape quickly and the day I wanted to end quickly will become the most profound memory in the future, I have never thought that the little bit by bit at that time would become a potential force in my heart today. This feeling is very subtle. The world we see is different. Each other lives under the same sky, stepping on the same land, but the color of the sky is not always blue or white. The sunshine always becomes extraordinarily dazzling in the afternoon, and the rays of light can shine everywhere you can reach. The whole person will feel warm when the body is full of sunshine, and it will keep warm in his heart. Time will never change. What changes is only people and things in time. Therefore, memory is always effective. The road extends forward. We still have to go straight ahead. We don’t know what we will encounter, see and remember in the future. You have to experience and discover by yourself. The same weather is so hot that my thoughts fly casually. Recalling the past and looking at the present, is it because any memory can not match the reality. The reality is that it is no longer a child or an age that can cry willfully and lose temper arbitrarily. In our twenties, there are still many things we have to do. When we really left the campus that summer that accompanied us for many years, I think I really don’t know how to describe us who left the campus, they. It turns out that youth is really something that cannot be retained. The more precious it is, the more indispensable it is. Anthony, the rabbit, once said that people only know that they will cherish and regret if they lose, but they don’t know whether they cherish or lose is the most painful thing. Therefore, now I have learned to cherish it. Cherish the bright sunshine, enjoy the warmth it gives, and cherish the raindrops floating down in the gloomy sky. That year, after summer. I began to restrain myself and restrain myself from my willfulness and bad temper; I began to tolerate and face others’ mistakes with a smile; I began to accept and accept those lies and injuries. No matter what the road ahead is, flat, rough, with flowers and birds, or full of thorns, I will learn to smile. These were all taught me that year and summer. All the children grew up overnight. If the memory of youth could be a notebook, how should I write about you and how should I write down the past happened in that summer properly, so that I can never forget it. There are still ink marks in the brush of years, but I don’t know how to paint to draw my feelings and feelings. I hope I and all the stories of that summer can not pass. Just because I am young, I think about the future too well. There is a track called time. We are all running hard. We always hope to find our own direction on this track, reach an unknown destination and enjoy different scenery. Just because I am young, I love to promise too early. I thought it could be done as long as I could say it. Until the end of the miserable situation, I would find that the promise I had promised was only a reference for the development of the story. I believe tomorrow will be better just because I am young. Even if the life is so sloppy, I will proudly announce that tomorrow will be better. Just because I am young, I can withstand more storms.

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