Essay on Lost Days 5, Essay on Lost Days

I once heard such a poem: "...An expired calendar, a memory, a past event, a true ......!When I closed my eyes, tore off the calendar of that day, and carefully sorted it out in my mind, the things that touched my feelings on this day were really fast!

The days that have passed will not look back, the little padded jacket can no longer be worn, and sometimes, I resent the calendar, why let the days that have so many attachments to me slip away from my fingertips in silence. I always love to fantasize about the starry sky, which one is me, but the calendar tells me that the star in the sky does not belong to me; I always love to cry, and every time I shed tears for a little thing, but the calendar tells me that tears can't be troublesome; I always love to read fairy tales, and in the sensational storyline, I became a princess, but the calendar tells me that fairy tales are unreal. Always, tearing off pages of the calendar, filling the diary, February 23rd, seeding a gardenia, May 1st, buying a book that I thought about day and night; On June 14th, the weather was fine, and I went on a bicycle outing with my classmates ......These days, overflowing with my happy past.

And the weather is cold, and there is a time when the calendar is "sick", on October 9, I quarreled with my classmates; On October 20, he was criticized by his teacher; On November 12, I dropped my pocket money ......At this time, I need to "keep it warm", apologize to my classmates, and admit my mistakes to the teacher, which is my "healing method". How's that, be smart! The calendar has long been filled with my diary, leaving behind the shadows of those youths in every nostalgic moment.

A first beam of morning light outside the window shone on me, and I tore off a page of my calendar.

Five years of time seem to fly in front of you, silently, you can't catch up if you want to, five years, let alone five months. It is said that things will only be cherished when they are lost, so when this incident and this feeling will be lost, I hurriedly picked up the dead leaves full of memories that may be blown away by the north wind tomorrow ......

In those days, I cried and I laughed, but no matter what, they were good memories; When I grew up and became sensible, I realized that all this was in the past; After graduating, I realized how precious childhood friendships are ......

At that time, we were all so innocent, laughing heartlessly together every day, playing like crazy, crying just now, and laughing ...... a second later

I was in the fifth grade, and I was about to graduate, and at that moment, I realized that everything was so fleeting, and I realized that it was ...... pass so quickly

When I took the graduation photo, I smiled so brightly, as if I didn't realize the sadness of parting.

Sailing at the last moment, when we broke up, we cried, reluctant to the teacher, even more reluctant to classmates, and the usually noisy boys also quieted down, bowing their heads and ......being silentEveryone silently held the classmates' records, and with tears and smiles, they asked the classmates to fill in the ...... one by oneHow much friendship does each word and sentence represent for your classmates? How much care ......But there are always times when we separate, when we high-five, cheer each other on, bless each other, and pray together to ...... together

When I came to the familiar classroom again, I looked through the small window on the door, and the classroom was empty, but in front of me was a familiar face. Chalk ash is still there. Falling down, the tip of the pen is still ringing, this scene is not unfamiliar to me, because in the past five years, I have also been one of them, with a restless heart, fighting for tomorrow's dream......

Walking into the alley of the vineyard made up of the trellises, I leaned on the bench in my usual posture, as if I had returned to the past: in late spring, I came here with a few miscellaneous books for recreation; In the middle of summer, when I am in an irritable mood, I come here to sit for a while, as if I want to be soaked in the clear spring in the mountains; In late autumn, the sleeping sunset and the cool autumn breeze intoxicated my heart; In the early winter, looking at the colorful snow under the sun, a warm current poured into my heart......

When I came to the playground, I seemed to see the footsteps that had been stepped into the memory on the track, and at the sports meeting, I laughed and shouted cheers! 60 meters, 100 meters, 200 meters flying past the figure, 800 meters of sweat and gritted teeth to insist on ......

I think that after a few years, I may be fighting for my dreams, and if one day, I encounter thorns on the way to struggle, I will light the flame of hope in my primary school life, burn the thorns and move on.

I wrapped the dead leaves I had picked up and put them in my pocket. With it, I have a warm harbor ...... in my heart

A memory, a period of glory, maybe we start from the same place, but go in different directions, in that green years, in the space full of books and youthful ideals blended together, recall the brothers who were together at that time, maybe this is the youth road compiled because of ideals. I still remember the old friends who worked side by side, the group of people who could rely on each other, trust each other, and call each other brothers, no matter where they went, they always habitually searched for their footprints. At that time, we liked to sweat on the playground and were used to running and jumping on ......the basketball courtThanks to those clothing stores that allow us to buy the same t-shirts, when we walk on the road, let others know that we are brothers at a glance.

The style of youth, the white horse passing by, youth is a one-way ticket, what is left is only memories, and what remains unchanged is you, my brother. You can not see each other for a year or two years, but after you meet, a hug and everything is understood, and it is enough ......Life after entering life, tedious and busy, no longer as carefree as before, can let yourself go. Classes, classes, meetings, meetings, simple and modest, always inadvertently reminiscent of the place where struggle, the familiar street, the familiar people and things, but everything around me is gradually changing with time.

Life is a ruthless knife that changes the way we look" and at the same time changes the heart of each of us. Maybe we have begun to slowly shoulder the burden of life, perhaps we have begun our own journey to pursue our ideals, or perhaps we have gradually faded the ...... of enthusiasm and desireToo many maybes, too many memories ......But what is certain is that we are slowly getting older, and there is a brotherly friendship that is getting deeper and deeper.