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That year, my name was Seventeen.

Wen XVII. A person, a memory, and, trying to be strong for your stubbornness!

I saw the red leaves falling, covering the bitter yellow grass on the path, and I don't know who I missed.

The grove next to the bridge, the woods sing green songs in the autumn wind, and on the other side of the bridge, the ancient pipa trees stand in the autumn breeze and tell a bleak ......

I don't know how long it has been since I've seen this red leaves all over the ground, and the red leaves all over the ground are still so silent, or so emotional. The autumn wind and autumn rain are terrible, but the autumn I think of will always remember a period of warmth.

I still remember the season when the autumn leaves in the forest drifted into the path, and a curtain of autumn water gently wet my shoulders and my heart. I lovingly stroked the crystal on your face, and you smiled stupidly, you ** know, I began to wonder if this fluttering red leaves, whether it is a dream, if it is a dream, but also enjoy this quiet life. Actually, I really want to stay at this moment, we are all a carefree child, picking this still faint red leaves, just as I pick your happiness and your love ......

Oh, the little bridge, I remember the little bridge, we walked past the bridge, silently counting the fallen leaves in the flowing water, and the anglers on the shore. You said that you occasionally think about past injuries, and occasionally pretend to be strong. My heart broke when you let out a faint sigh, and gently stroked your hair, only to find that there were endless tears hidden in your eyes.

It's like a string of tearlight raindrops, which makes people fall in love and make people worry...

You know what? Since I have chosen you, I want to replace the memories and wounds of the past with the happiness I gave you. On that windy night, we chatted together for a long time outside, the cool breeze, didn't you feel the clarity and chic of Qian in the wind?

I want to exchange your laughter, your happiness, and you will always be a true one in my heart...

You smiled sadly, pretending to be strong and not shedding tears, and your smile revealed a burst of pain. I felt the desolation of the autumn wind, and this desolation extinguished the enthusiasm in my heart. Maybe you don't want the autumn wind to blow away my tears, so let me say goodbye to this back.

Autumn leaves, still falling...

When I turned around by chance, I found that the small bridge, such as on the shore of West Lake, sat quietly in the autumn breeze, telling the reverberation of thousands of years...

Fool, you ** know that although I have not made too many promises to you, I believe that doing more important than saying is more important. What I want to give you is a lifetime of happiness, not a short period of happiness. It's a pity that you only understand the sorrow of falling red leaves in the wind, but why can't you read falling leaves?

There has been a green ......

After that, you disappeared in front of me....I don't know if you're doing well or not I miss you endlessly, maybe I can only put it in the autumn breeze and fall with the red leaves by the bridge......

It's another windy autumn, and a piece of red leaves is falling slowly.

On the banks of the river, a red leaf falls in the rushing water. Floating leisurely on the water, lonely tells of a period of desolation.

Who is drunk when the autumn leaves fall?

The cuckoo cries blood and hopes to return to people, and all thoughts are written by themselves on the picture scroll called missing.

Why? Will you go down this anxious path?

You don't understand, because the girl's mind can't guess, she is worried, and she doesn't know where to go.

White crystals, are childhood dreams;

The blue crystal is the longing for the sea;

Yellow crystals, which are the call of autumn leaves;

Black crystals are the brightest stars in the confused sky at night.

No matter which one you break, it's like breaking the purest dream in a girl's heart.

Dreams! Dream. Why? Will you go down this anxious path?

Because the girl's mind can't guess, she is worried, and she doesn't know where the front is You don't understand the girl's mind, you don't have to guess, you will find the answer in the fallen leaves.

Original essay "Time".

She was colorless and tasteless, could not hear or touch.

It's not like air, we take a deep breath and we can reach the inside of our body;

It's not like the sun, we can feel her warmth.

But we can feel her presence through the calendar, through the clock, through the grass green leaves.

She has no legs or feet, but she is a long-distance runner, running non-stop minute by second, and we can feel her hurried footsteps all the time.

Her name is "Time".

When it comes to time, although we can't use words like "love" or "hate" to express it simply, people always have mixed feelings about her, some praise her, some sigh for her, some cherish her, and some waste her.

Although everyone's attitude towards time varies widely, time gives everyone the same fairness:

Regardless of whether they are rich or poor, there is no discrimination between rich and poor, and there is no discrimination based on age and gender.

Time is like a vast sea, you and I know how to be tolerant and understanding, but also to bleach pain and let the bleeding wound coagulate;

Time is like a scale, which can weigh the weight of emotions between people;

Time is like a ruler that can measure the distance between people;

Time is like a microscope, allowing us to distinguish between true and false feelings.

For lovers, time is a test, a commitment;

For couples, time is a companionship, an eternity.

Actually, my life is similar to many people: today is the same as tomorrow, a day is the same as a week, a week is the same as a month;

A month is the same as a year, and this year is the same as next year.

Go to work, get off work, and run for a living.

Life is like a glass of milk, and some trivial things are like "melamine", sometimes it is difficult for you to be at peace.

At this time, writing became the spiritual strength of my life, and it became a harbor for my soul.

Although I don't have the generosity of a famous artist, writing, on the surface of my calm lake, adds a blooming lotus;

Like a beautiful star, dotted in the night sky of my life.

Time is like a net, if you scatter it, you will reap it there.

Just like the "Train of Life" that deeply moved me, although life has a beginning and an end, we must be like a train of life, always full of the power to move forward, and at the same time learn to appreciate the scenery on both sides of the road.

Learning to love, knowing how to love, and cherishing love is probably the highest level that time has given each of us.

Painted on the night of August 27, 2008.

Revised, November 3, 2008.

The corridor is my beautiful home.

The classroom was the sore spot of my daze.

School is the grave of my youth.

Earn, earn.

Time seemed to stand still to me.

Sorrowful, sorrowful.

What the hell am I suffering about?

Pain, pain.

Life seems to me to be wasted.

My tomorrow. Where will it go?

My future. Is there a way out?

Friend: When you are hurting, he can give you another heart of happiness;

When you're at a crossroads, he can help you navigate the other brain;

When you fall, he can help you to get up with his other hands;

When you go north and south, he can know your other pair of feet;

When you are in pain, He can give you comfort and healing medicine;

When you are in trouble, he is a talisman that can make you save the day;

When you are honored or when you make mistakes, He can give you a good teacher to encourage.

When you lose faith in life, he can rekindle the flame of your love for life;

can share the glory and disgrace with you, and he is a partner with you.

He's just that—a friend.

My favorite season – autumn.

Although the birds are singing and flowers are fragrant in spring, various viruses are the fastest infected, and the most people get sick: although you can eat popsicles and wear beautiful dresses in summer, you often sweat profusely in summer; Although winter is like a dreamy fairy tale world, there is no vitality in winter, and winter will seduce people with a strong sense of sleep. The four seasons of the year, in comparison, autumn is the most beautiful.

Autumn is the busy farming season, but you can often faintly feel the smile of the farmer's uncle. Oh, the smiles of the farmers are especially bright in this harvest season. Ha, looking at the golden rice in the fields, of course, the joy of the harvest will be involuntarily revealed!

During this season, the beautiful countryside is particularly beautiful in its natural beauty.

I often listen to it in the fields in late autumn, because there are the most wonderful ** of nature. In a sunny afternoon, there was a wind, and the wind was gentle; There are clouds, and the clouds are faint. The blue sky, the golden fields, the color formed is warm, and the ** formed will be the most wonderful and full of charm.

The wilderness under the sun is an endless array of colors, and you can feel the natural beauty of nature. Stop; Listen, this is an incomparable **: the soft sound of the wind shaking the wheat, small and dense, like the sound of the ancient pipa; There is a long sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other, such as Changxiao under the moon; There is the whirring sound of the wind shaking the whirring, like countless organs playing in unison.

The best thing is the neighing of the grasshopper, this clever ** home in nature, pulling the bruised wings like crying. These beautiful songs will surely enchant you, fluttering on the gold like a gossamer, and you will feel a sense of hopelessness. In short, when you stand on the ridge of the field in autumn and quietly feel the beauty of nature, your inner thoughts are overflowing!

Well, take a feel for the unique atmosphere of the countryside, I'm sure you'll feel the same way.

Yes! Autumn! Golden Autumn! My favorite autumn!

Why do we want to learn.

Learning is the way for a person to gain experience, and it is a ladder for a person to grow from an individual person to a social person. The learning we refer to is not only learning from books, but also learning from others, learning by doing, and learning from practice one by one. What is gained from books is indirect experience; What you get in practice is direct experience.

We may not be able to understand a lot of indirect experience, but in practice we can feel the benefits of indirect experience, which can guide us to avoid detours at some important moments; A lot of book knowledge also requires direct experience before we can have a deeper understanding. Therefore, direct experience and indirect experience are complementary, and we should not only learn from books, but also pay attention to practice.

Each of us is born with a personality, and this personality will change with personal experience and learning. Individuality is the nature of human beings who exist in society and distinguish them from others, and it is with individuality that our world is so colorful. While respecting individuality, we should also pay attention to the development of human sociality.

The sociality of a person mentioned here does not refer to the sociality given to people by the society itself, but the sociality of a person, as a person of society, should take the initiative to learn and forge ahead, so that in addition to his personality, he should also have the ability to adapt to society, play a role in society, be able to take the initiative to enter the society instead of passively being in the society, be able to objectively and comprehensively understand things, understand himself, and understand history, and actively promote self-development on the basis of understanding, and gradually move towards perfection. In the process of culture, people do not exist as individuals, the value of people does not lie in individuals, and people's pursuits are not individual. To understand society, we must know people and others, and the process of understanding is learning.

The more people you know, the more you learn, and the understanding here is not recognition, not a superficial understanding, but an understanding of the essence of human beings. There are laws in nature and society, and once this law is mastered, it is the responsibility of every advanced person to rationally use people and promote social development in accordance with this law. Therefore, advanced people must study and continue to learn.

If there is food and drink, I would rather be a fool. Because fools can be without troubles. You're not a fool, how do you know that a fool isn't troubled?

Some people, living in the world, don't want to understand the meaning of being a human being, don't think about learning, and even ask "what do you do by learning so many things". I think that this kind of person is not advanced, they don't understand what they are doing in the world, they don't think about what value they are doing, and they don't even know what they are doing in life, they are pathetic. They are dirt in God's hands, soulless walking flesh.

To be a person who understands, a person who really means, you must also learn.

Divide life equally.

The boy is dependent on his sister, and her parents died young, and she is his only relative, so the boy loves his sister more than himself!

Once again, however, disaster befell the two unfortunate children. My sister is seriously ill and needs a blood transfusion. But the blood in the hospital was too expensive, and the boy did not have the money to pay for anything. This is despite the fact that the hospital has waived the cost of the operation. But without a blood transfusion, my sister will die.

As the only relative of his sister, the boy's blood type matches that of his sister. The doctor asked the boy if he was brave and had the courage to endure the pain when the blood was drawn. The boy hesitated, but after some thought, the 10-year-old finally nodded.

When blood is drawn. The boy was quiet enough not to make a sound, just smiled at his clinical sister. After the operation, the boy asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long do I have to live?" ”

The doctor was about to laugh at the boy's ignorance, but then he was struck by the boy's bravery: in the boy's mind, he thought that a blood transfusion would cost him his life. But he was still willing to give his sister a blood transfusion, and in that moment, the boy made the decision to pay a lifetime of bravery and make up his mind to die.

The doctor's palms were oozing with sweat, and he squeezed the boy's hand and said, "Don't worry, you won't die, and you won't lose your life with a blood transfusion." ”

The boy's eyes shone brightly: "Really? So how many more years can I live? ”

The doctor smiled and said lovingly: "You can live to be 100 years old, young man, you are healthy!" The boy jumped and jumped with joy.

When he was sure he was really okay, he pulled up his arm again—the arm that had just been bloodied. Raising his head, he solemnly said to the doctor, "Then take half of my blood to my sister, and the two of us will each live for 50 years."

All of them were shocked, this was not an unintentional commitment from the child. Sharing life with others, even if they are as close as father and son, and loving as husband and wife, how many people can be so happy, so honest, so willing to say and do it?