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Chapter 1: The Vibrant Years Xu Shennan
In our youthful years, we have endless vitality.
That day in the team class, our Class 606 and Class 605 had a basketball game.
We formed the team, and I only served as a substitute. Although I couldn’t play, I believed in it. I'll always be there.
Come on, come on. The game started. Huang Yuhao grabbed the ball, went straight to the enemy's basket, and climbed up the hurdles in three steps. Oh, unfortunately, he didn't score. The ball was snatched by Class 5. Ma Jun from Class 5 ran so fast and ran under our basket in a few steps. He raised his hand and the ball flew out of his hand. "Yeah! It didn't go in." The cheerleaders from Class 6 suddenly burst into excitement.
Come on, come on! After Lin Xi grabbed the rebound with her tall body, she quickly passed the ball to Ye Kefu. Ye Kefu took the ball, straightened up his fat body, and ran straight to the "enemy camp", like a wild wolf, menacing; like a mighty tiger, powerful; like a cheetah, traveling thousands of miles with each passing day. [The parallelism technique strengthens the tone of the speech] At this time, it is like a bird, jumping lightly. The ball went in, "Yeah! Aha." The crowd in Class 6 shouted, cheering for Yekov.
But the good news did not last long. Class 5 was like a mammoth, venting endless anger and endurance, leaving us behind in a few seconds. Look! Mei Wangting's hand flicked and the ball entered the frame obediently. Ye Kefu sighed again and said, "You better take precautions!"
When it was my turn to play, I kept letting Ma Jun go so that he couldn't get the ball, but Ma Jun was like a living loach and couldn't be guarded.
"Dingle bell," get out of class is over. In the end we lost the game 30:20.
Yes, we lost, but our spirit is still there because we have endless vitality.
Chapter 2: The Washing of Time Wei Yan
Time has collected all memories about growing up, and every minute and every second has my footprints. Savoring the beauty of the past and looking up at the road to the future, I lowered my head. Time flies. When will I look up and see the blue sky?
The heart is like a wild horse galloping, easy to let go but hard to stop. In the past, I would be excited for a hundred points, cry for a touching imagination, and feel heartbroken for losing something. It seems insignificant, but it is unforgettable for me. The breeze blew, and the grass shook its head and laughed at me, "Your childhood was so wild." That's because I was full of energy. There is no bystander seat in life. We can always find our own light source and our own voice.
Gradually, I no longer laugh so unscrupulously, no longer run wildly on the playground, and no longer feel upset over little things. When I grew up, I walked on the quiet playground again. I could no longer see the lingering figure of the past, and I became a gentle and gentle me. I would think about my life there, look up at the sky, and count the geese passing by the sky; sometimes I would be in a daze, looking in the direction of my hometown, imagining the time when I was young; Cao'er no longer shook his head, but nodded with a smile and said, "You have gained a sense of maturity in your growth." I squatted down and gently stroked the grass. I knew that the grass also had strong vitality. I am no longer at a loss, thinking in my heart, I want to be like Cao'erMake life full of vitality and make my life colorful.
Memories are the cherishment of the beauty of the past. I cherish the beauty of the past and will slowly recall it many years later, unveiling the memory, pursuing the witness of the years, and letting it inspire my new life and enthusiasm even more crazily.
Chapter 3: Happy "racing" years Qin Jinzhi
On my birthday, my classmates and I were playing Kart Racing in front of the computer.
Mom suddenly came to the computer and said, "Do you have any coins for playing games? No, take it." I took a red envelope, opened it and saw, wow! Hundred dollar bills! My classmates were so surprised that they almost dislocated their jaws. I rushed downstairs to buy some cards. It’s cool to have a 1,000-point card. I immediately bought a Peak R4 for one year and a Blast R4 for one year. The students all rushed to try the car and all agreed after the test. In the words of a classmate, I am so lucky to have a generous mother who recharged 1,000 points the first time! I bought a set of props for the remaining 280 points, ah, it’s so cool!
From then on, I practiced happily, from yellow five to green three, from green three to blue one, and from blue one to red one. I have been happily writing my own new speed myth. As the saying goes, extreme joy brings sorrow. I practiced and practiced until my account number one was actually hacked! I planned to give up like my classmates, but whenever I think of my Internet friends and those happy racing years, I can't bear it. Finally, I turned my grief into strength and created a new account to practice!
I vowed not to recharge my account once this time. Now I have trained my newly created account to Blue Level 3. I made a friend during the run. He saw how pitiful I was without a car and money, so he gave me a plasma PT as a gift. Although PXT or something will be released soon, I feel very warm in my heart. After all, I have a friend from all over the world, and he may even be a foreigner!
In the past few years of running, my baby has given me a lot of things. Without running, I might not have had these valuable experiences and happy friendships. Reminds me of the words in a secret book: "What a happy and exciting racing years."
Chapter Four: The Quicksand Years
The years are like quicksand, flowing quietly through our fingers. What you are holding are not just grains of sand, but clearly pearls.
——Inscription
In the spring morning, the sun shines warmly on the river, covering the river with a thin veil.
A group of bright and energetic river clams were happily walking in the river under the leadership of their mother.
Mom looked at the river clams and said earnestly: "Children, mom wants to tell you something today."
"Tell me, Mom," a small river clam said cheerfully.
The mother looked at the child lovingly and said, "Children, go pick up a grain of sand."
"Pick up a grain of sand, why mom?"
"Mom, I think we should play for a while before picking it up! Look how clear the river is, and how cute the little fish in the water are! Look at the little flowers on the river bank, look at the flying butterfly."
The mother sighed and said: "My child, now is the best time for you to pick up a grain of sand. No matter what you do, you must make good use of it. You will not regret it in the future!"
"The future?"
"The future, for me, I am still so young, the future is still early."
As the river clams hummed a ditty, they chased the small fish in the river and missed the fragrance of the flowers on the shore.
Other river clams listened to their mother's words and were earnestly looking for the sand that suited them, burying it deeply in their bodies, and waiting devoutly for it to germinate, bloom, and bear fruit.
A long time passed, and the river clams all grew up. They opened their clam shells and found a pearl hidden inside. The pearls shone brightly, illuminating the river. The river clams are jumping for joy, admiring and harvesting.
Flowers bloom and fade, butterflies come and go
When the river clam saw everyone's achievements, he shed tears of regret. At this time, he was already aging, and it was too late to go back and pick up the lost years.
Chapter Five: The Teeth of Time Liu Hongmei
Since she blended into the warmth of the air, the flowers have bloomed, and I have spent sixteen springs with her. Cried and laughed. Over the past sixteen years, the flowers have turned into fruits hanging on the branches, dazzlingly green, like fiery red roses in the white snow.
Looking back, I recall the bitterness of yesterday, the blame from my family, and the advice from my friends. She couldn't help but pick the sour and astringent green fruit. Although the memory is like flowing water, the bitterness has not gone away with the flowing water, but has sunk deeply in my heart. The deep tooth marks on the green fruit revealed her curiosity and ignorance, but the sourness swallowed up her strength and tenderness.
Unable to withstand the depth of the bite, a row of green tooth marks rolled down under the fragmented garden. There is no sigh, no resentment as it was just picked off and discarded, but a strong breath accompanied by the concentration of memory makes oneself mature. It knows that the dew before dawn will always pass away, and memory cannot evoke the depth of tooth marks.
The bitter memories have turned pale, and the green fruits on the trees in the past are now frozen black and white photos. She was still walking on the grass, as if there were endless dreams there, but the dense dreams of the past were no longer clear. She stared at the water plants in the river, lingering, and the sound of the stream hitting the gravel made her feel a little sudden. Perhaps she seemed to think of the green fruit she had bitten in the summer four years ago. She thought if she had not picked the bitter green fruit, would she have had a better dream in the summer?
Looking back suddenly, time turned into running water, and the running water took away the memory. The memory turned the footprints behind her into the tooth marks on the green fruits of the past. The apple is still there, but it has already passed through the corner of another world. Maybe it will appear again many years later, waiting in a mature attitude.
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published on 2023-02-08
