Literary appreciation of you at the same table, poetry translation of You at the Same Table .

Liu Shiyu, Class 5 (8) of Lhasa Road Primary School, Nanjing.

I remember when I was in the third grade, my tablemate actually became a "famous" good student Sun Meng, which really put me under a lot of pressure, because Sun Meng performed very well, and my performance was almost as good as the teacher could see. Alas, but it's always nice to have a good student around.

Sun Meng is not only good at studying, but also good at drawing. After each homework, he always likes to take out a piece of paper and draw with a pencil, with a few strokes, but the things drawn are very expressive and fascinating. Once when the magazine was issued, Sun Meng ordered "Cat and Mouse", I borrowed it and read it, and turned to the painting section, which published paintings drawn by several people.

I've never been interested in this section, and I just wanted to turn the page, when suddenly, I saw a familiar name: Sun Meng, Nanjing, Jiangsu Province. My eyes widened, and the Tom and Jerry expressions in this picture were so realistic, and the coloring was so orderly, neatly and evenly, that it was simply fascinating to the savages.

I was startled, thinking it was a duplicate name, so I bumped into Xun Lao Sun Meng and asked, "Did you paint this painting?" "Hmm.

What's wrong? Listening to his calm voice, I was all surprised: "How long did you take to draw so well?"

Oh, I draw casually. "Oh my God, just draw? What kind of painting can you do casually, but what kind of painting can you do seriously?

Sun Meng is very serious. I remember that during the military training, we could only come back at noon to rest, and the rest of the time we were training, and we were so tired that we almost wanted to lie on the table and not get up in this life, but how to say that we still had to train in the afternoon, and we trained to stand still, stand up, these pediatric things. In those days, the weather was surprisingly hot, and eggs could be boiled on the hot ground, but the clothes that we Zhenchang shouted were two layers, and there were red scarves and hats to cover, it was so hot that I was going crazy, I was already panting and sweating, and I turned my head to look at Sun Meng, he was also sweating, his cheeks were red, and he couldn't care about wiping the two lines of sweat on both sides of his face, the red scarf was soaked with sweat, clinging to his neck, and the original grass green military uniform was soaked and became dark green, but he still stepped very seriously, shouting slogans loudly, Step by step, I walked forward with determination, as if I had been invisibly encouraged, and I also walked like him, and that's how we could be praised at the parade.

Although I don't sit with Sun Meng anymore, his serious and dedicated figure still often appears in my eyes, and the past when I was at the same table with him still benefited me a lot, and I must learn from him and become as good as him.

Instructor: Wu Wenjie.

Wen Enshi. Does he think about it every day? The sorrow of the season of classmates.

Can he remember his day? The worries of the same table in the past.

He was afraid that he had forgotten about his teacher, and he was terrified and ignorant at that time.

Touching old things and remembering them, old things are old and lovesick.

The past is the most moving, when the flowers have fallen into dust.

I was in the south and in the north, and it has been a few springs in the past.

From now on, I don't know if it's good, who is talking about the same thing?

I want to come to him as my wife, and I remember it in my spare time.

In the good season, I ask the secretary to wear the yarn.

May Qing be fortunate to have a good person, and the years will be prosperous.

You at the Table" lyrics.

Will you remember tomorrow.

Yesterday you wrote in your diary.

Do you still think about it tomorrow?

You used to cry the most.

The teachers can't remember it anymore.

You can't guess the problem.

I'm also a wanderer, flipping through photos by chance.

I just remembered you at the same table.

Who married you sentimental.

Who read your diary.

Who coils up your long hair.

Who made you a wedding dress.

You used to be very careful.

Ask me to borrow half an eraser.

You've also talked about it unintentionally.

Loved being with me.

It was always blue at that time.

The days always go too slowly.

You always say that graduation is far away.

In the blink of an eye, they were all running around.

Who meets sentimental you.

Who comforts you who love to cry.

Who read the letter I wrote to you.

Who threw it in the wind.

The old days are gone.

I will have my wife too.

I'll show her pictures too.

Tell her about you at the same table.

Who married you sentimental.

Who comforts you who love to cry.

Who coils up your long hair.

Who made you a wedding dress.

To our dying youth, love, friendship, passing years, time is a routine that has not been broken for the time being, you and I have to grow up slowly, grow old slowly, this subtle change quietly passes by, we have always been an afterthought!

"If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, and who listens to the broken strings. "Whenever I read this poem, I secretly rejoice that I have met you ...... who really understand me

Memories are dusty pasts, with the breeze hiding in the sleeping dead leaves, and with the fallen leaves blown away by the evening wind, flying in the dream. At the same table, will you have me in your dreams tonight? Gently, quietly thinking about you, afraid that the memory will dissipate as soon as the wind blows, and you will never be able to find it back.

The stars, who seemed to understand my words, blinked and shone brightly. In the dark sky, what a beautiful light it was, shining like diamonds. At the same table, in my memory, we agreed to watch the meteor shower together, and then made a wish to the meteor together and said that our friendship would last forever; In my memory, when you were unhappy, you would drag me around the streets like crazy, and then laugh wildly; In your memory, you will be crazy and screaming at the poster of the male star; In my memory, you climbed up the tree regardless of the image of a lady, just to help me pick the flower that I said was beautiful, and even if you fell all over the mud, you didn't care about ......I knew that everything had gone with the wind, to the distance of my dreams that I could not see.

Because, for many years, you have left me, and you have not been heard from. The flying dove did not bring me news of you, and the memory about you is like a kite with a broken string, lost. At the same table, may the shining stars take my thoughts and float into your dreamland......

The night was late, the lights were out, but the stars were still there. Still, I'm still thinking about you at the same table. Once, I was so unaccustomed to it without you.

I'm not used to asking me about my homework without you clumsily grabbing my hair; I'm not used to it without you making me funny; I'm not used to holding my hand down to draw without you in class; I didn't have a reminder not to sleep without you, and I'm not used to ......Once, holding your photo with tears on my face; Once, looking at the notebook you gave me in a daze; Once, pointing to the sky, you rebuked you for forgetting me. Now, I have grown up and become accustomed to life without you, and thank you for letting me learn to be independent. Actually, at the same table, we have too many similarities:

I also love to look at the stars, I also love to look at the blue sky, I also like to eat chocolate-flavored ice cream, drink fresh juices, I also like autumn, I like to walk ...... at duskHowever, we have too many differences: you love to make trouble, I am quiet; You are lively, I am silent; You are strong, I am weak; You love to laugh, I love to cry ......This makes me never forget you who used to be at the same table, I really can't forget it.

Still, I remember you at the table, your smile, your words and deeds. May you, who are at the same table, still remember me who used to be at the same table!

I'm going to write it myself.。。 We don't know what your table mates are like.

Please laugh at the old wolf, whose real name is Wang Yang. Born in 1968, his mother is the director of the ** Radio Symphony Orchestra, and his father is the chief engineer of the Ministry of Aeronautics and Astronautics of China. After graduating from university, he worked as a computer engineer in an industrial automation design company in Beijing. Later, he participated in the recording of the record "Campus Folk Songs 1" of Hong Kong Dadi Records, and sang the three title songs of "You at the Same Table", "The Brother Who Sleeps on My Top Bunk" and "The Wandering Singer's Lover"; "You at the Same Table" instantly became popular all over the country because of an unexpected college graduation party.

Representative songs: "You at the Same Table", "Love in the Dust", "The Brother Who Sleeps on My Top Bunk", etc.

Chinese name: 老wolf。

Alias: Wang Yang.

Nationality: Chinese.

Date of birth: 6 December 1968.

Profession: Singer.

Representative works: You at the same table", "Love in the Dust", "The Brother Who Sleeps on My Top Bunk" and other major achievements: The Best Male Singer of the 8th ** Billboard, etc.

Hu Hui on the document of the human anti-moisture cabinet wisdom.

After the re-arrangement, the song sung by Hu Xia in the movie "You at the Table" will be remembered at the critical moment of the plot with a quiet, indifferent and slightly sad feeling, and instantly hit the hearts of the audience. When you watch a movie or listen to a song, you will think back to the friends you played with and the things that happened to you at that time. After crying, laughing, and reminiscing, there will be a warm feeling lingering in my heart.