Just a grand fairy tale dream.
It's just a dizzy flash China Wen Zuo.
Just a ray of sunshine above their heads.
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I began to like to miss the days before dawn. Wen Zuo, China
I am not too old, but I have learned to be as sentimental as an adult, just like I miss the kindergarten in primary school and the past time of the senior high school entrance examination. Someone once joked, will you always miss it like this? Now I think, I think so. I will wear glasses while writing boring words, while eating warm food and listening to my mother's nagging, while walking along the present road and thinking about the past. Wen Zuo, China
The cursor on the computer screen has been flashing, as if to remind me of something. I seem to have gone back to the old days. I was awakened by a sharp whistle in my sleep. When I woke up, I put on my school uniform, muttered the damn whistle, and then put on cream as I walked. I went downstairs vaguely, took out my meal card and bought breakfast for two yuan. I quickly finished my breakfast and went back to the classroom to read the novel I didn't finish reading yesterday. Every time a classmate comes in, he says good morning to him, and then he is satisfied with his classmate's startled expression. Watching your watch count the seconds is like stealing a huge cake bit by bit. Wen Zuo, China
I will pass notes to the people next to me in class, but I always don't listen to geography class and think the geography teacher is ugly. After class, I had a fight with my classmates. Crazy for a while, rushed to the water room with a kettle, and rushed back as soon as the bell rang. I'm so excited that the teacher hasn't come yet. While calling my classmates' flower names, I smiled mercilessly, as if the whole world revolved around me. At noon, I will take a milk to the basketball court to see handsome guys. In ten minutes, I will go to lunch with satisfaction. Wen Zuo, China
After school in the afternoon, I will run back to the dormitory like crazy, then push open the dormitory door and say, "I'm back!" " "I like the feeling of soaking my hands in cold water. I will stare at the sunshine coming from the balcony for a while. At six o'clock, I went back to the classroom in a daze, listening to the creaking sound of the fan overhead, worried that it would fall, staring blankly at the reflection on the glass after finishing my homework, thinking about the tragic plot of the romance novels I had seen before. Say to myself, this is my junior high school life. Wen Zuo, China
After all, the past time was once, or missed. Wen Zuo, China
Wasting time is like wasting money. I don't know whose pocket I was lying in, but I can't get it back. It is better to mourn the past than to miss it. Those past and lost times will only be deeply buried in my memory. But now is a fast-paced lifestyle (lifestyle) in sharp contrast with the past. Those who can't react just stay where they are as if they were hit by someone, numbly repeating the fixed movements every day, that's all. Wen Zuo, China
I never knew how to write the English word "miss", except that "Time" is a simple word "time". Now think about it, my past, the time I missed, those wasted days, just like high-heeled shoes spinning and dancing on the wooden floor, mercilessly marking one white mark after another on the brown. ...