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If time could be reunited, I don't want to be alone in the red dust. If the years are not there, I would rather sleep in the sea of loneliness.
The long river of years, the time that has passed in a hurry, how much loneliness has bloomed several times. The fallen leaves that wake up, the wandering without direction, I don't know where the end is.
Outside the window, the meteorite in the dark night emitted a needle-like dead light, swirling on the decadent earth. And I, on the other hand, stood quietly in this hazy scene, looking up at the eternal eternity, and then fell into the arms of loneliness again in a song that kept repeating the forbidden song of time.
Actually, it's lonely, I just don't want to say it. I am used to walking alone, walking alone, even if there are crowds around me, it is just a person's sky.
Look at the clouds and the wind is light, and look at the geese flying in the sky. I always like to look up at the sky quietly, whether it's a bright spring day or a deep autumn day. It is said that a person's sky is very blue, and the blue is a little melancholy, perhaps, what I enjoy is just that blue melancholy.
Walking alone under the intoxicating moonlight, experiencing the rhythm of the breeze, the vague melody, as if playing a dreamlike wind and moon, is sad and beautiful. Stopping in doubt, the soft evening breeze blew gently, blowing through the cracks of the city, blowing through the dense forest, and at the same time blowing away this amorous and lonely youth.
I fell in love with loneliness, used to using words to soothe all the scars, and always wanted to find all kinds of the past in the words, but I was afraid to remember, afraid that those bits and pieces of the past would become the testimony of my loneliness today, so I was on the dividing line between "learning to forget" and "continuing to remember", constantly wandering, and finally lost myself, and also wandered tomorrow.
In fact, it's very lonely, I just don't want to say it, I rely on the smile of the night, listen to the lonely confession, and finally, in a song that keeps repeating **, bury myself in the past time, leave an empty shell-like soul, and continue to live in a world with only memories, constantly, reincarnated ......
Lonely people are eager to get together, but they are afraid of parting after getting together, so usually lonely people like to be alone.
Lonely people like to be with words, because when they are lonely, they are accompanied by words or words.
Lonely people like to listen to the sad ** and listen to it constantly, because the melody in the ** is the interpretation of their feelings.
A lonely person will never let others know that he is lonely, because lonely people like to bring happiness to others and keep their sorrow to themselves.
Lonely people sing lonely songs and write lonely stories, not because they like loneliness, but because they have long been used to loneliness.
Lonely people, lonely hearts, are actually very lonely, they just don't want to say it.
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I know it's still far away from sunrise, but there is always a sunrise in this world that jumps for me, so I don't want to miss it, no matter how cold this snowy night is, I must start now. - Jian Yan's "Daughter Red".
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Verses in praise of the teacher:
Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. —Tang) Du Fu, "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night".
The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. —Tang) Li Shangyin, Untitled
Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. —Qing) Gong Zizhen, "Yihai Miscellaneous Poems".
Quotes in praise of the teacher:
Teachers are the engineers of the human soul. - Stalin Admiration is high, drill is strong. The Analects of Zihan
The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry - Li Shangyin The new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it all depends on the old stem for support. Next year, there will be new students, 100,000 dragon grandchildren around Fengchi. Qing Jung-sub.
No matter how proud a person's achievements are, one should think of the source and remember that one's teacher sowed the first seeds of his growth. -Madame curie.
Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also role models. — United States] Bruner is upright and does not give orders; His body is not right, although he does not obey orders. — Confucius.
To light the way for others, you must shine your own light - this is the greatest happiness of man. — Dzerzhinsky.
For learning, it is more important to respect the teacher. —Tan Sitong.
The scholars of the ancients must be strict with their teachers, and the teachers will be strict and then the Taoists. - Ouyang Xiu, the ancient holy king, there is no one who does not respect his teacher. - Lü Buwei is a teacher for one day and a father for life. ——Guan Hanqing It is better to study than to seek a teacher. —Yang Xiong, Sage Master of Impermanence. — Han Yu.
Teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. ——Sima Guang is not a teacher in the world, so the way is good. —Sogen Yanagi.
Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers must not be cautious. ——Cheng Yi Learning is valuable as a teacher, but also as a friend. - Tang Zhen.
Teacher, so preach, teach, and solve doubts. - Don. Han Yu's "Teacher Said".
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The teacher is like my mother, when my mother is away, it is the teacher who is working hard to nurture me, I want to thank my dear teacher.
Personally, I like Robert Frost's Nothing Gold Can Stay
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Yes, the angel's mistake.
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