All good things must come to an end. On that day, we stepped into the campus of youth. On that day, we entered a strange classroom; On that day, we became a collective; On that day, our ignorant hearts seemed to be tied together; On that day, the autumn season has turned into a hot summer, and cicadas and frogs seem to herald something. Now, we also have a lot of feelings, but they are always hazy, unclear, unclear, just buried in our hearts and hidden in deep, deep places.
Now sitting in our classroom, thinking about our past memories. The fan whizzed and whispered in my ear, as if it were a treasure, which I quietly recorded in my diary; Singing in my ear with the voice of a pen, so tactfully, like a blow to happiness, I secretly remember it in my mind; "Haha" laughter echoed in my ears, so crisp, like a gentle preface, I was deeply buried in my heart. The voice of the war of words gradually subsided, the sound of breathing gradually subsided, and the sound of fighting disappeared. Suddenly, we became so quiet? Or do you have more sadness? Indeed, I naturally don't understand. It's just that everything suddenly becomes familiar and unfamiliar, warm and sad, like patches of rain under the scorching sun, green, tactfully and desolate. Isn't there a banquet that never ends?
Always annoying, always happy, clearly said, like spilled water, but now inexplicably recovered, what I said is also false? Alas! Still don't get it. Always say disgust, but I fell in love with it inexplicably. Is friendship really that heavy? Are you really reluctant to part with it? Maybe this is still a mystery, a mystery I will never guess. Always want to be apart, always want to be together, but I know there is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end. This is really a kind of sadness. It's sad, but you can't put it in your heart, you can only put it in your heart, in the deepest place, and let it ferment quietly, evaporate, float away with the wind and float into the air. Remember-there is no banquet that never ends.
Without the vastness of the sea and the sweetness of spring water, we are also very "happy"; We are also "beautiful" without being as pure as white clouds and as hot as sunshine; Not as light as the wind, not as affectionate as the drizzle, we are also very happy; Not as bright as the bright moon, not as lovely as the stars, we are still very happy, maybe it is as simple as that.
We may be the grass, the thinnest one, but we are still tenacious; We may be dandelions, the smallest one, but we are still free; We may be the youngest tree, but we can still provide shade; We may be a drop of mountain spring, the smallest drop, but we can still unite. We don't want too much luxury, too much simplicity, too much prosperity and too much tranquility. As long as you don't leave, as long as you are United, maybe this life is enough. But we know very well that all good things must come to an end.
Maybe we can't let time stay at this moment forever, maybe we can't let memory believe this moment forever, but we can still grasp the present and grasp the present time. At the end of seventy, there is a moment for you to savor, a moment for you to analyze, a moment for you to have and a moment for you to really cherish! Maybe at that age of seventy, we can talk over coffee. Unconsciously speaking of this memory, you can be ecstatic, or you can let the tears slip away quietly. After all, you have our memories. After all, you cherish our treasures and tell the world-there is no banquet that must come to an end, but you can have a happy past, which is very beautiful.
I divide you into two groups, one is a brother, the other is a sister, and both groups are my memories of my closest relatives. Our experiences and memories together make me want to cry without tears and linger. I hope we can be together forever. Remember-I can't forget the touching tug-of-war, the sweat on the runway, the laughter in the class, we laughed and suffered together, and we were punished together. It's so beautiful, just like a treasure. I carefully buried it in my heart, locked it in my memory, and prayed that God would bless us forever.
Now we grow up in the collective, now we sharpen in the collective, we take off the thick cocoon and put on a beautiful coat; Now our hearts are together, now we are together, but now we will be apart, and our memories will linger and leave a beautiful past. We open the cocoon of time and explore its beauty and magic. After all, we were together. After all, we had good memories.
Hand in hand, in the days we walked together, the haze and clear sky are happy harbors full of love. I smiled, in the face of separation, everything will come to an end, and the past will eventually be our happy memories.
Silently, our hearts are closely linked, and all good things must come to an end. We will be together forever.
Everything has to end. This time, I took the train. There is a song on the train. I don't know its name. A girl not far from me began to cry after listening to this song.
When I cry, she won't hold back like a ninja, so she cries generously. Tears kept flowing, one after another, and she didn't care much about her image. Anyway, people all over the world are passers-by Out of control. Why? I wonder what kind of sad memories that song evokes. My little sister kept looking at others and asked me why I was crying. I said my aunt was very sad, and I don't know why. Music is something that enters your ears when you are happy and your heart when you are sad.
I don't know when I can't hear the melody, but I introduce people into the past time and space, into the past, and storms come and go. This is the power of music, which can easily hit people's hearts, making people who have been walking forward stop, look back, see the road they have traveled, take a breath and continue on their way.
Emil Wakin Chau has a song with great lyrics: Is there a song that will make you follow it gently and touch our past, and the memory will never be silent? Is there a song that will suddenly remind you of me, make you happy and worry you? There is always a song that hits your heart and makes you burst into tears, or takes you through a period of smiling, reminding you of a person and a story.
If there is no music, how boring the world will be, but no matter how good the music is, it can't compare with a sentence: all banquets must come to an end.
All good things must come to an end. We will always meet many people in this world, but they can only stay with us for a while and then leave, so we will face parting. In the face of parting, the most emotional thing for each of us is to give up, with unprecedented sadness. Who would want someone who has been with him for a long time to leave him? But we know that all good things must come to an end. We want to send you a thousand miles.
All good things must come to an end. When we said goodbye, was it an agreement or a farewell? This is everyone's question, perhaps because of different angles, different people, different environments and different stories: ... Then goodbye may have many interpretations! Anyway, even if this banquet breaks up, there is not much distance between our hearts. It seems that you are still by my side, and I am still by your side. The so-called never-ending banquet in this world can't stop our thoughts.
All good things must come to an end. If we meet again after parting, I hope we all become our favorite and best looks, so as to live up to the pain of the next meeting and the last farewell ... The banquet that must be ended is only a banquet after all, and our hearts are still tied together. May you finally have me!
Dear students, everything will end, but whenever we meet, we can connect with each other. No matter how far apart we are, our hearts are still full of thoughts. Next time we meet, we will be better!
All good things must come to an end.
The first thing that makes me sad about this sentence is that in A Dream of Red Mansions, every ending of "sighing the world is hard to decide" makes me cry. In fact, I was still young at that time, and I didn't really understand the real artistic conception of parting. Because I was sentimental when I was a child, I remember that I always wanted to keep some chickens, dogs and kittens. If I didn't keep them for a long time, I would get sick, but once they died, I would always cry. I still clearly remember that kind of reluctant scene. Take a dead chicken, dig a deep pit in the backyard, spread a layer of soft wheat straw at the bottom, gently put the chicken on it, put it in the most comfortable position, and then cross it with the chicken from a distance with the sorghum straw unique to your hometown, with both ends embedded on both sides of the pit, so that you always feel that the chicken has room to move and can't bear to directly press the soil on it. I gently covered the soil on the sorghum straw and made a small grave. I walked away with tears in my eyes. Think about a picture that was really more tragic than "Dai Yu Buries Flowers"? The short life of cute little animals made my young mind taste the faint sadness of separation.
When I grow up, I know everything and everything, which also makes me deeply understand the meaning of this sentence. Especially the death of my mother, when my mother suddenly refused to call again, I don't understand that a life that accompanied me for so many years disappeared forever at this moment. So I cried my eyes out for my long-awaited mother, but I couldn't wake her up. Sometimes I think that if a person loses his parents when he is very young or very old, it may not be too sad, because he is too young to know what affection is; When you are old and have experienced the vicissitudes of the world, your heart will see everything very broadly. Only when I was young, when I knew everything and experienced nothing, I lost this unforgettable unrequited love. That kind of sadness will never be felt without experience. It was only 108 days from my mother's illness to her death, which I will never forget. I knew from the beginning that my mother's illness was incurable, but I never dared to tell her. During the day, I always pretend to be a smiling face and tell stories and jokes with my mother, buy the best food (in fact, I know how much my mother can't finish eating), buy the most beautiful clothes (in fact, I know my mother won't wear them for long), and secretly cry at night. When my mother was seriously ill, I was so thin and looked at my thin figure. My mother said over and over again, "When I am ready, when you have children, I will definitely fatten you up." Because of this sentence, I hid in the bathroom and cried for a long time. Mother didn't know that the disease deprived me of the right to enjoy maternal love and even disqualified me from honoring my mother. I think the most tragic mother-daughter conversation in life is this. The loss of "the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise and not stay" digs my heart.
The sudden death of my mother has made me more aware of the true feeling of "all good things must come to an end". This absolute separation makes me even more shocked. Life is so short, there is no eternity, no shadow, no at all. Our limited life and limited time can only be helpless and fragile in the face of heartbreaking sadness again and again. Maybe we should cherish and enjoy it, but we still have some good times. Perhaps when we really tasted the taste of "all things must come to an end", we really learned to sincerely bless any relatives and friends who sit with us before the end of the "banquet".
Love, hate, happiness, distress, understanding and misunderstanding will all become the past. All good things must come to an end. I hope that those of us who know each other by fate in life will cherish this fragile family friendship and be willing to pay back in time so that true love can soak around us all the time. I only hope that at the moment of our separation, there will be only gratitude and happiness in our hearts, without regret and sadness.
5 "I can't bear to hold you tight for the last time. What we missed was wrong. You should be fine without me ... "When I waved goodbye, I saw the firm belief in their eyes. When I turned my head, I saw the tears in their eyes. We are inseparable, but all good things must come to an end.
As time goes by, my heart is much heavier. When my mother told me that I had to transfer, I was shocked ... why is coffee more bitter today than before? Why is the sky much darker today than before? Why ... why will the final result be to let me leave?
Looking back, I can't get rid of it. At this moment, maybe all I can keep is memories. When it's time to leave, there will be no gloom, like shells washed by the waves again and again. What this city left me was a basket of warm memories.
School is the place I hate most. Friends in adversity, classmates who get along day and night, kind and respectable teachers. Everything is my concern. I am more serious in class than before, and I am happier among my friends. I really want to stay with me forever. Standing on the podium, looking around the classroom, familiar faces, warm corners, tables and chairs. Dujiangyan city is deeply remembered by me again and again. I don't know what I can do before I leave. Before I left, my classmates didn't know what they could do for me. At that moment, I knew we were all at a loss. That afternoon, in the last half day of school, I played a special "water fight" with my friends. When bottles of water and pots of water rushed at me, I could finally vent. Tears meet, and friends embrace and cry. ...
July 9, a day that impressed me deeply. On this day, I left the city where I stayed for 8 years; I left my friend who fought side by side and shared weal and woe, and left the school where I used to stay in joys and sorrows ... He said, in the storm, this pain is nothing, dry your tears, don't ask at least that we still have dreams ... Yes, I took away that wonderful memory and left my best wishes, I just hope you will live better than me!
"I will leave you gently, please wipe away the tears in my eyes. Although the road ahead is beautiful, please bless me with a smile. I will take good care of myself without you, and you should cherish yourself more without me ... "
Everything has to end. The long-awaited trip to the countryside finally kicked off. Early in the morning, we set foot on the train to the countryside with excitement and came to this vibrant world with laughter.
At the destination, we moved our luggage and packed our things one after another. The small partners in the logistics group are also very diligent and prepared a simple but delicious lunch for us! After cleaning up and solving lunch, we took a nap.
In the afternoon, the students in our teaching group measured the children's weight and height, while the students in the logistics group were familiar with the environment and solved the problem of food and clothing. However, not to be outdone, the students of the research group went out to visit the village Committee.
My first class, at that time, I was very excited and looking forward to it. The experimental class is a relatively new and popular class for children, and it is also a lesson worth remembering!
A pair of flexible and delicate hands, drawing circles and colors, just like their future, full of vitality and colorful!
The operation of this experiment is very simple. The principle is that our eyes can't recognize the color wheel because of its high speed, and because red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple are refracted from white, these colors are mixed into white. A little experiment, we can really understand a truth, the combination of white and light refraction, maybe these children don't understand, but at least they can feel it. This is a principle and a well-founded scientific phenomenon.
Every morning, the students have been alive and kicking on campus, and our "class teacher" dare not neglect them at all, giving them parental care and care for fear that they will make any mistakes. Such a responsible partner, how can I not feel proud and proud, how can I not praise them!
As usual, the students of the research group began their daily visits and investigations. Even though their legs are numb and their skin aches every day, they don't complain at all. After they came back, they still buried themselves in writing press releases and set foot in the distance early the next morning. At this moment, I have to look at them with approval and admiration.
Newsgroup friends are more diligent, dealing with pictures and words every day, and dealing with every sentence, word and even word meticulously, for fear of a little problem. Working overtime every day, writing press releases to us and contributing to various websites is to show the image of our team and let more people know about our work. The small partners in the logistics group work harder, take charge of our meals like parents, cook for us personally every day, and still don't forget their work when eating. They make full use of every minute to discuss the menu of the next meal. How charming they are, they will stay in everyone's heart forever!
One day, it was our first time to hold activities for children, and there were all kinds of games. When the sun is shining, the children run freely. Even if they are sweating, they never say that they are tired. The teacher who is the referee wants to have an intermission, but the students say that we won't feel tired if we don't rest, and we will continue to play. This is the vitality of youth, full of passion and love for life! Maybe we have grown up, but we can't reduce our yearning and pursuit of life. We should all look forward to the future forever like children!
They will not stop until class is over. They said how much they wished there was no class and wanted to continue playing. I want to say that life is about going through all kinds of things, so that we can grow and become better. I hope every student can treat everything with enthusiasm like this!
At night, the sunset is really good! The secretary, our counselor and the Secretary-General of the Youth League Committee came to our practice base and brought us greetings and warmth. Thank you for your concern. We made this hot summer cool 12 days. We have made many friends, developed friendship and gained care and greetings. Although the environment is hard, human feelings are really warm and precious, and friendship is so interesting. Children are so innocent and lovely!
On the last day of our trip to the countryside, everyone's mood is always different, but they are all similar, that is, giving up on their children!
Although in Sheng Xia Zhishi, when we came to this village, we always had various discomforts at first, but now it seems that we all persisted until the last moment and challenged ourselves a lot, and maybe we will never encounter difficulties again! In this short but unforgettable day, we gained friendship, threw off the shelf and learned to adapt and be strong.
Although this group of children have special land, which is very worrying, they are all lovely! In the last experiment class, you were still a little fidgety and didn't show any reluctance and cherish. Discipline should be emphasized again and again. At first, I thought you were too young to understand the world and the difference between getting together and leaving. Later I found out that I was wrong.
When leaving, not only the teachers, but also their eyes were wet. At this moment, although we don't give up, we feel particularly gratified, which shows that you have learned to be grateful and know how to cherish. Forever gratitude will make our future days better and happier! Until the end, several students were reluctant to leave the campus, and seemed to be able to stay with us for one more second, but they refused to let go. Looking at your reluctant eyes and attached back, we also have a sour taste in our hearts!
Today, your performance is particularly wonderful. Although it is not the best, it is already very good in our minds! Even if I don't understand, I'm not afraid. It seems that the stage should belong to you, and everyone under the stage is your audience. We can't help feeling that childhood is really good, childlike, innocent and happy!
As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. As long as there is fate, we will be together forever! I believe that we will all be better in the future.
The environment is just a foil, and human feelings are our pursuit. No matter where we are, no matter what the conditions are, as long as there are ordinary and lovely people around us, there is nothing to be afraid of and nothing to stop us from moving forward. Thank you for your dedication and company, which has added unusual color to this trip to the countryside and made it meaningful!