Teacher, we are going to graduate from primary school. Why don’t you write about us? Meng Ting has expectations in her eyes. Teacher, I have a lot of dreams. I will tell you in qq in the future. Wen Hao’s tone is full of mischievous. Teacher, I am writing a love story. You can’t tell the head teacher. I just tell you. You have to keep it secret. Si Qi gently said. How many smiling faces of Tianzhen make my thoughts fly in the air with bright and hopeful eyes. You will face such a beautiful life and the beginning of a gorgeous and long dream. I really don’t know where to write about you? There are peaks and valleys in the path of youth; There are successes and failures; There are flowers and tears. Can I say that? More than twenty years ago, my friend said that we would be in the fierce competition! Will your situation be the same as ours? We often didn’t eat well for breakfast, but now you steamed buns and steamed buns are thrown into the trash can. Sometimes I want to pick them up and eat them. Seeing this, I feel very sad. I will soon enter the learning process of junior high school and senior high school, but I can’t say that I will study hard and go to college in the future. Many successful people often remember the teachers in junior and senior high schools most when recalling their growth process. Are the teachers in primary schools forgotten by them? Life is the process of life. How can there be no wind or rain? It is because of the baptism of wind and rain that the colorful rainbow can be seen; Only with the pain of failure can the joy of success be tasted. I don’t want your road to be so rough. You come from rural areas. Life in rural areas is relatively monotonous and pure, but purity can make you full of vitality. Will you feel it when you are in the beautiful scenery? The more people grow up, the more ethereal their ideals are, the less confidence they lack, and the slower they act. Will you do this? Tao Yuanming said: Prime not again, day difficult to morning. Be encouraged in time, and the years will not treat others. Time goes by without a trace. It goes fast and comes fast. Whether you can grasp the time often determines the fate of a person’s life. Will you understand? Love is a warm word, and every corner around us is full of love: parents’ love, class love, social Love in short, love is everywhere. If one day only snowflakes are flying in the sky, and the cold wind blows, and you lose your way, will you believe that plum blossom fragrance has been cold since ancient times and the world is full of love? Life is full of temptations. How many senior officials from the countryside fall down. If one day some of you become powerful, will you make the same mistake again? Young people are vigorous and fierce sometimes. When we were young, young. Now is the era of dreams. You are going to leave primary school, and now you are dreaming the most. Let’s grow up. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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All the pains and the final tragedies of love are related to the desire to love and be loved. Some ordinary touches may seem mediocre to you, but it reveals the brilliance of truth, goodness and beauty in the ordinary wisps of smoke; At the end of all the sad journeys, it is no longer a platform for one person, A person’s scenery, because after seeing so many incomprehensible betrayals, I understand those people who can’t bear to look directly into the eyes of the world, and also bear the soft time behind them; when we look at those infamous people around us with an opaque perspective, because they also have their own persistence, their own blank life, and their own scars of life, please listen carefully to the pain and beauty they endure in their hearts, and please warm their cold hearts with a tender heart. Finally, I found that the reality was not so cruel, but there was a layer of phantom film in the reality. When the morning sun climbed up my windowsill, hold it tightly in your hand and put it on the warm sun chest, and it will burst and disappear in the palm veins without wind and rain or sunny, all the destiny of reality cannot defeat the sunshine that never disillusioned in our hearts. “Yingshan red sunset warm tomb of youth” maple leaves withered and yellow autumn, boundless wind, singing deep and low songs, the old man sitting at the corner of the street in ancient times, who was more than ancient years, fell on the ground with blue hair and white hair grinding into dust. The old and new time with surging wind and clouds lurked the colored glaze ball that smashed the shining glasses of youth; The colored glaze, floating in the water, dancing to figure out the shadow; Tears in the mirror, evaporated into air with the wind. Edit the scattered time fragments into an old classic old-fashioned movie About Time stories; After many years, when no one will accompany you to watch the long stream of water and listen to the sound of flowers, looking at this warm old movie, looking at yourself who was once naive and naive in the picture, I am fascinated by your eye frame and keep you warm until the end of the world.

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There is a lake associated with the city where it is located. No matter how many celebrities complain about it, I must bend myself forward and ask calmly. A city can be abstracted as a lake. A lake makes a city. That city is called Hangzhou. That Lake is the West Lake. Because of you, I love this city and this season, count the roads you have traveled and see the scenery you have seen. It was already two o’clock in the morning when I arrived in Hangzhou. I had some disagreement with S. I didn’t lie down until four o’clock. I opened my eyes and saw some places vaguely until I woke myself up with a sprinkler. I can’t wait any more, and I also need a map. Let’s talk about the first impression of Hangzhou, which is an unexpected accident. If you read thousands of books, you might as well travel thousands of miles; If you travel thousands of miles, you might as well read countless people; If you read countless people, you might as well be instructed by a famous teacher. Although the result of being instructed yesterday was a lingering fear, it was. Hangzhou people are hospitable and impatient. They answered for fear that the breath was not long enough and not complete enough. After a pause, they were afraid that you would not understand. When I first arrived in Hangzhou, I thought it was a small city with mixed fish and fish. The streets were shabby and the citizens were shrewd. However, gradually entering the Lake District, the impression began to be that people who turned 180 degrees were soft-skinned, kind-hearted, and did not have the superiority and arrogant attitude that is common in big cities; The buildings stood up and the houses were open, especially in Longjing village. I don’t know how many natural landscapes there are in Hangzhou. I only know that the mobile phone has unloaded most of the software, deleted all the listening materials and spare documents, and tried to save a few more pictures, when I arrived at Liuhe Park on Zhijiang Road, I had to delete 40 or 50 photos, so that I was not interested in anything in front of Jingsi station. Maybe I began to get used to the monotonous city scenery and artificial pavilions and pavilions, but maybe I just want to save some memory for the mobile phone. I can’t say clearly how many cultural landscapes there are in Hangzhou. I just feel that I have circled a few places and kept changing trains, but I still haven’t been able to visit them one by one. Now, I can only rely on fragmentary impressions to talk about my own situation. Dragon Well. At noon, it was hot by the lake. We took a bus from the broken bridge, along the North Street, crossed the Quyuan, and climbed to longjingwen tea. The village lady was very enthusiastic, leading the way to Longjing. The situation seemed to say: Longjing was not the private property of villagers, but the gift of ancestors. Touch the dragon character (male left and female right), full of water, wash hands and clean face, in order to celebrate the dragon year. The well water is cold and clear. If it hadn’t been reminded by the aunt, I really want to have a good drink. Then I was invited to taste the tea. The tea was strong, diligent and respected, and left with the fragrance. Rosy Cloud hole. In some places, you suddenly find something when you look back casually. The things you are looking for are almost missed. After all, you still see it. This is exactly the case when you meet the smoke cave. Cave dim, stand like Buddhas, not opening boys speak of what eighteen arhats after all in Balihe I seen. The darker it went inside, the harder it was to explore it. I couldn’t see the inside, I didn’t know where to go, and whether there was any danger or not. It reminded me of “Journey to the Buddhist mountain”, and I quitted decisively. Bypassing the Back Mountain, what impressed me was that the old trees of panqiu were born in rugged rocks. Tiger Springs. Then I bypassed the zoo and went to the tiger running mountain. I haven’t figured out whether the tiger running spring on the mountainside is the source of the stream at the entrance, but Linxi maoku is also a great pleasure in life. I saw Master Hongyi’s jingshe and Memorial Hall, Jigong Tower yard and Palace, but I was sorry for Master Hongyi, and I accidentally clicked my mobile phone in the saluting stupa. Dream Tiger reminds me of the dream beast in “the man through the wall”. Because it is boring, it is teased with a few biscuits, completely ignoring the dream man. Later, it was found that the schoolbag was lost, even when it was lost in the play, it could be regarded as a punishment of Dream Tiger to disrespect. VI and kikunami. On the moonwheel mountain beside the Qiantang River, the Liushe Tower was seen. The light spread to the three moods of Huiye, and the drum should respond to the tide. Maybe it was a legend in August. It is said that Liuhe Tingtao, the necessary condition for climbing the tower is to visit Liuhe garden. Of course, we must climb the tower and Wangjiang first. The tower has 13 floors in total, echoing Liu He, hanging ladder tactfully, the entrance is changeable, the eaves hear the bell, we swing and climb to the seventh floor. Climbing up and reading far away, facing the tower and looking at the river, it can be described as a cluster of ladders, a high level, a corner of the window, a scenery. I always wanted to see the sea. I looked at the Qianjiang Bridge from Wangjiang tower. Waves, clouds, buildings and river bends made me feel that I was witnessing the epitome of the sea. The Pagoda in Liuhe garden has different forms and forms. The holy light shines brightly, which is very impressive. Unfortunately, it is already dusk and I am eager to go to Jingsi. After listening to the sound of waves for a while on the road, it can only be regarded as the sound of waves, which is continuous and clear. The shadow of clouds rides the waves and rushes. The sound of the tide performed Mahayana method by itself, and the tower shadow was always round without living. If the tower was high and far away, and the feeling at that time was just that the heaven and earth were leisurely, and the tower shadow was gone after a little while. lei feng xi zhao. Nanping evening clock, which could wait for a long time, closed the door early. How to Get Lei Feng again, the interest will be greatly reduced. Fortunately, you can still view a tower shadow from a distance. It was like playing chess, thinking of the pity testimony without any carelessness. The lake area behind the Leifeng Pagoda became a private land. Tourists stopped and finally retreated to Shuangtou Bridge. I remember I have seen two pictures, one of which is setting sun all over the sky, the tower shadow falls on the golden point swaying by golden waves, and the other is probably the night of Lantern Festival, with lush peaks on the colorful background, presumably, the Design of Tsinghua Institute of Architecture is no longer necessary. It was too late to get back to the old city, so I found a hotel nearby. I didn’t see a place to eat at night, then I went to the lake with a bucket of noodles in my hands in two streets. Tired of walking, I sat on the Willow Bank near Qian bridge, watching the wind shaking the reflection of Leifeng Pagoda and the lights on the two banks. A Hongqiao, a pavilion, a Shadow Tower, a bank of Willow, a pool of water, The flowing Island, the birds singing far away, the West Lake walked into the distant dream among the gradually thin pedestrians. Dreamless West Lake, graffiti a dream: on a smoky day at dusk, a horse is tied by Willow. On the bluestone run over by the oil-paper truck, what is it that blocks your searching eyes, waiting for thousands of years, will it be possible to meet the belated horseshoe again? The jade flute is crisp and fragrant. When will you begin to understand your sudden silence in the painting boat where you are singing every night, and the sound of the waves is still the same? Can you stretch the night frost condensed in your brow? Wu Pengying was drunk, and the fishing fire was sleepless. Your white wrist like snow has touched the faded memory. Why can you only encounter a dream in the background soaked by dark wounds? Can you touch your constant dream? The wind blows the cloud bun, and the clock leaks in the midnight. Who is waiting for a Maple Forest night in late autumn, and the day when tea and ink are dyed, is it the happiness you have been pursuing for thousands of times? Among all kinds of skin colors going towards you, who suddenly stopped waving and choked and couldn’t speak? In the warm farewell sound of Changting, who is it, who wants to be petrified, and how many times will you come here? The sound of oars is high and low, which makes people wet in front of their eyes. The Moonlight is like a hook, stretching out of Hongqiao again and again, and writing a Chinese character by the wind escaping from the lake. You said that the heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the wind and the moon were bright, and then the moon sank to the West Mountain, and the clouds were light and the sky was long; You said that Hongmeng was too empty, and the world was affectionate. Later, they only admired. West Lake legacy dream, dream the West Lake you once dreamed of, read your Su Di waiting for you.

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