Essay on the road when I think back to the time and write on the road with memories

Hui Lu Xiaoyi withered around us like a residual leaf fluttering with the autumn wind, and couldn't wake up the original still beating picture, so let me stay on the edge of reincarnation, waiting for a ray of light, with a bend dressed up in a certain year and a certain month, the prophecy that we had said between us - the inscription.

Graduation has finally arrived, should we be happy, should we cheer for it? But we can't be happy, why is this happening, is it because of the helplessness of graduation or because of the fragility of our hearts? I don't understand, but I understand that I still have to be strong on the road ahead, and I must be strong!!

As the graduation we are looking forward to is approaching, looking back on the past three years, we have gained knowledge and the fruits of growth, but in our psychology there may be more or less regrets about life in junior high school, if youth also has shortcomings, that is, it fades too quickly. None of us can predict our next tablemate or the next class teacher, and of course, there is also confusion and fear for the future. If you can no longer meet a class group as united as your own class, or if you can never meet such an amiable class teacher, how can you live alone?

However, even if there are many challenges and bumps in the road ahead, we must be strong to go on, we have the vision of the ideal and the future, and we are about to embark on a new starting point, how can we give up lightly! ......

Looking at the vast road ahead, I chose a path that suits me, although the road is so bleak and lonely, but this is my only road, take my luggage, take my steps, the thorns have retreated, the other side of the flower has been paved, the road ahead will not be lonely, because I still have memories to accompany memories, there is hope to follow, let us bring memories, on the road to the future......

A long-lost pearl.

Pressed into powder alone.

Flying to the April of the world.

Fly to the unattainable clouds.

Fly to the crest of a wave.

A snow that came by mistake for warmth.

Melt on pedestrians' umbrellas.

Disappear into the gloomy air.

Dissolves into everything in eternity.

The 16th birthday candle was lit, and the beating candlelight told the ancient book of growth, everything that had happened, strange and distant. Looking back suddenly, it has gone through 16 spring and autumn periods. Looking back at the road you came from, the footprints you once left are like footprints on the beach, blurred in the ebb and flow of the tide.

When I try to look for the passing time with the mood of my childhood, I no longer have the original feeling, maybe it is really the past like the wind? Is there only the eternal sun and moon, and there is no eternal feeling? Isn't it true that if the ancients and the present people were flowing water, they would see the bright moon together?

I pondered. Maybe I was wrong, the past time has long since passed with the wind, and I am still obsessed and seeking, and in the end I only have mixed feelings and some bitter memories. Looking at the childish face in the mirror, there is already a trace of melancholy and heaviness.

Did life change me, or did I adapt to life? The facial expression in the mirror is still blank.

When I was a child, I longed to grow up quickly, and at that time, the future was a magical universe for me, but now that I have grown up, I often miss my childhood life, carefree, and simply happy. Perhaps, people are like this, they always know how to cherish after loss. Maybe growth is like this, banishing hope and letting go of dreams between gains and losses.

Someone once said, "Without the sun, we still have stars; Without stars, we still have dreams. "Once the dream is lost, what do we have?

Countless falls, countless times to get up, like a traveler in the desert, stumbling to find his own way. In the grinding of life again and again, I have learned that there is wind and rain in life, as long as we are firm in our beliefs, every time we stand is a rainbow in life.

After going through a period of life, I gradually understand that detachment is not evasion, it is a state of transcendence and prudence. Although the road is long, I am no longer confused, and I carry my bags and countless hopes.

Get out of the troubled state of mind, accumulate all your strength, like a wounded eagle, with a desire for the sky, spread its wings and fly again. I have no reason to give up lightly, since I have chosen the forward, the forward is my only direction.