That summer, the composition of 1 Bihai brought people infinite reverie. Some people say that the sea is a fairy's wide belt, light and charming. Others say that the sea is a white jade carved by nature, green and delicate … ..
It is said that this island is a scar of ocean centre. I know there is an island called Gulangyu, which must have many stories, so I came here at dusk just to embark on an unknown journey … ..
Sitting in the speedboat, listening to the song, Ren Haifeng brushed my cheek, smelling the light salty smell in the air, fresh and cool, and I threw myself into Gulangyu's arms. As soon as I got off the boat, there was a quiet piano sound. Kapok blooms and the piano sounds far away. The air is filled with Gulangyu's unique taste, salty and fragrant. No matter how you feel, you can't leave the sadness of early summer. According to the tour guide, there is a tree on the island, which is the city flower of Xiamen and is called bougainvillea. Bougainvillea is like a flame, its fragrance is thick but not greasy, light and cold, and they always spit out a refreshing fragrance, which is beyond the reach of other flowers.
Sitting on "Yinqin Island" to watch the ebb and flow of the tide has a unique flavor. The sea seems to be alive. Layers of white waves meet the sea breeze, accompanied by swaying sunshine, playing step by step ... "The tide is rising, the tide is rising!" Someone shouted excitedly, the tide is really high. I walked into the tide carefully, and the sea touched my body, feeling cold. Some shells surfaced and seagulls in the distance sang in the sky. I picked up the shell and stepped on the footprints, which were clearly reflected on the beach, but were immediately flattened by the tide. ...
I lay on the soft beach and watched the afterglow of the sunset disappear into the sky. Gradually, the stars appeared at dusk, dotted with the lonely night sky. ...
That year's summer composition 2 was blown by the last breeze, which put an end to the previous summer. It's all over, I just feel as if I was blown by the summer wind, and my burning face feels very cool. ...
It is raining in the sky. In the season between wet and dry in this city, people in this city are between noise and tranquility. With a thunder, everything changed and everything was rewritten. Walking alone in the oldest street in this rain-soaked city, rusty bolts of dilapidated houses, kicking and dragging piles of garbage bags on the ground, suddenly smelling a moldy and rotten stench in the rain, and at the first day, an umbrella tilted to one side, looked up at the gray four-corner sky overhead, opened my eyes sadly, accepted the rapid raindrops in the sky, and turned into a bigger drop of clear liquid in an instant, desperately hitting the earth. In fact, the rain in my heart is the biggest and will not stop.
I'm back. I am right here. Do you feel it? Tianyi shouted that, that familiar name to the sky, shouting, growling and crying. Finally, he squatted on the cement road he used to know very well and threw away his black umbrella. He was tired, he cried, sobbed softly, closed his eyes and waited for the coldest memory in his body. No one understands the sadness of children's rain in rainy season.
I am a growing fish. I live in the sea now, and my old home is in a clear and very quiet river.
Looking back on that year, I played with my friends, swam through the Woods, learned skills together, and was carefree. I am familiar with life here. The river is as sweet as honey and flows slowly. The green grass dances gracefully with the river; Leaves swaying slowly on the river; that ......
After leaving you for so long, I don't know what you have become now, but in my memory, you are still so kind, so gentle and so lovely! Your best side will remain in my memory. In this strange sea, my new partner told me, "From the moment you get to know a new environment again, you should take it as a new beginning and pursue it hard." Oh, maybe! If you live in an environment all the time and don't touch the outside world, if one day you go to the outside world, you may be completely eliminated by that world.
That river is like our childhood, but we no longer belong to childhood, we belong to youth, so we should step out of childhood and go to youth and play our youth concerto well.
That summer composition 4 was hot, dry and tasteless, and that nasty rain covered almost the whole summer. However, except that year, it was also such a summer.
Shi is a handsome young man who grew up in the city. I used to have a lot of money at home, but in the first two years, I don't know why, I fell behind. Shi Ye graduated from the liberal arts university for a long time, but he stayed at home all day doing nothing. Shi's father struggled for the company several times when his family was depressed, but it didn't make sense. In exchange, he just accelerated the consumption of the balance at home.
Shi's parents really can't stand being so weak, so they have no choice but to try and turn over for the last time. In order to avoid disaster, he had to be sent to his grandmother's house in the country.
Enjoy the luxury of the city, but living in the country has a different taste. Shi, who just graduated, didn't feel that kind of disgust, but seemed to like it completely.
Frogs and crickets at night, cicadas playing with water during the day, and wild fields with overgrown weeds and shady trees all give people a sense of novelty and adventure. Simple and pure, let Shi enjoy it. This is exactly what you can't feel or see in that bustling city.
Because it is summer, at night, there is no sound except the wonderful symphony in the field, and countless stars are looming, emitting soft light. At this time, the stone will climb the roof, look at the stars, look at the moon, and listen to the music of nature to sleep.
That summer composition 5 that summer that summer was her last existence. Vaguely remember that day, she was so happy. She was my best friend as a child. I thought it would be nice if she was happy. But because my aunt and I thought so, we didn't stop her from catching butterflies-butterflies sandwiched between screens and windows, butterflies with dark green and gold powder. Yes, she caught the butterfly with her bare hands and imprisoned it in a glass jar. She was so happy, so happy. Unfortunately, that was the last time we saw her smile. After that day, it rained continuously for a week. Until the rain cleared, when I came to her house again, it was empty. Later, I met her maid. The maid said that what happened to her was because she touched a poisonous butterfly. She left this world forever, and her uncle and aunt left here for this reason, which is sad. Although I didn't want to face the fact that she was dead, even in the end, I left there, but time smoothed everything out. Although, until now, whenever I go back there again, I feel sad. This summer, I went back there again and saw the Parthenocissus on the old wall of her villa as green as that summer. On Parthenocissus tricuspidata, a butterfly is as beautiful as that one in summer that year. This article is only dedicated to my lost childhood and friends.
The warmth between handshakes is enough to pull us back to the past.
The faces in the years are no longer far away from each other.
Old classmates, old times. Maybe the clouds are soundproof, maybe the mountains and rivers cover the way home, but I believe the years will last forever.
Still that month, still that gust of wind, humming in the night sky, walking on the lawn. For more than ten years, branches and leaves are falling.
For more than ten years, I remember warm dreams.
We come hand in hand from here, and our youth is engraved in our memory.
We start from here, and our dreams carry the future. At this moment, we stop here and savor the beauty of life.
This period of time in high school is neither long nor short, and my scattered heart is worried about many years of memories. Stick to our original wishes and remember our mission. A greeting, a title, is enough to drown our memories, a gesture, a photo, is enough to make our eyes dim.
Ten years ago, we knew nothing about the world.
Ten years later, we have a better understanding of the changes in the world.
Everything we met and didn't see was in our dreams.
What has changed and what has not changed are in my heart.
Those years will never be erased.
That kind of emotion is always inseparable.
Mountains and rivers are easy to get cold, and sorrow is easy to get drunk.
Carry forward the past and forge ahead.
Time flies, we are all over the world, maybe we can't help it, just hope you are good!
The ends of the earth, we are heart to heart, even though the road is long and the mountains are high, I wish you a good journey!
No matter when and where, please don't forget that we will always have only one name, and that is old classmates.
That summer, as the saying goes, there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world. Born in Suzhou, I have enjoyed countless beautiful scenery in Suzhou. This summer camp is to go to Qiandao Lake for three days and live on a desert island, which just lets me see the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou.
As soon as I got on the yacht, I saw that the lake was green and crystal clear, the sky was connected with water, the water was connected with the sky, and the water was the same as the sky. It is not difficult to explain why this is the catchment area of Nongfu Spring. Sitting on the yacht, I saw the snow-white waves being lifted layer by layer, and the cool breeze had made people forget the high temperature of 38 degrees. Coast, our desert island life has begun. ...
Flat knot, figure-of-eight knot, grasping knot and double figure-of-eight knot ... These knots not only play a huge role on this desert island, but also can be seen everywhere in our daily life, but we have never paid attention to them and never studied them. The flint necessary for a desert island is really amazing. Just a stroke from top to bottom, plus silvery white powder, sparks, and the fire is completed. I really gained a lot today.
The next day, we went swimming in the river. At first, I was a little scared. After all, this is my first time to swim outside the swimming pool. I just closed my eyes and jumped into the water, and then it got cold. That's great. Afraid? Hum! This is ridiculous.
The next time I crossed the jungle, I was cut three times by a leaf and injured by a red and green plant with small thorns, so I thought of my mother's advice, "You must wear long clothes and trousers when going up the mountain." I didn't listen to my mother, and now it's too late to regret it.
Through this activity, I gained a lot of knowledge, which I can't learn in textbooks.
How I hope my parents can leave their jobs and experience this kind of life with me again. They will certainly gain a lot.
That summer, the primary school time was very long and short. When you look back at junior high school, there are very few pupils you can remember ... I believe everyone is panicked. After all, we have been crazy together for six years. ...
I once dreamed about the scene when I graduated from the sixth grade of primary school. This dream is very real. It was a summer, and cicadas were still chirping in the trees. Class two, grade six, was very quiet. Almost every student's eyes were wet and they waited quietly for a while.
Finally, when the teacher wrote the word "graduation" on the blackboard, the students burst into tears, and no one comforted anyone, because as we all know, these tears are a symbol of our six-year happiness and madness. We read a passage in a Chinese book: We are two small trees growing side by side, we are two parts of a duet, and we are a pair of classmates at the same table. When we waved goodbye, the most precious gift you gave me-sincere friendship, I will always cherish it in my heart.
Leave childhood footprints on the campus path. Laughter and singing stayed in the fragrant flower beds ... Every corner of our alma mater cherished our friendship and sowed our dreams ... Before we finished reading, it was replaced by a series of breathless sobs. Our schoolbags are full of gifts from classmates and a color yearbook. We talked with wet tears and our future dreams until the bell rang. The dream is here, and there is a clock. ...
No matter whether this is the scene when I graduate in the future, I will remember the best childhood, the best study time, meeting the best you on the best campus ... After graduation, we will go our separate ways-please! Jane. Heavy!
That summer composition 9 that summer. Walk past an unknown tree and walk into a completely strange campus. The leaves in midsummer can't stand the sun, and there are some fallen leaves. With the footsteps falling quietly, I can't help but think of a sentence I once saw on the Internet: Is the departure of leaves the retention of trees or the pursuit of the wind? Raise your head and squint through the branches to feel the summer sunshine. Laugh, you have a beautiful smile!
One day in the summer of 2007. I wandered around the classroom. We met that day. It's not that gorgeous. It's just a very old-fashioned conversation. You said, "Whose sister are you?" I saw that you were a little surprised and didn't speak, just nodded. You smiled, smiling like a flower. In the sun, you are dazzling.
September 1.
Start class. I sit in the last row. A boy walked in recklessly: "Sorry, I'm late!" " "Sweat pours from the tip of the nose. It is you. We are in the same class. You seem to remember me? You walked around half the classroom and sat next to me. You smile at me, and I smile back at you out of courtesy. We are separated by 10 cm. It's just an estimate.
From that day on, we began to get to know each other. Just a simple idea:
I thought: You know my brother.
You think: You are my brother's sister.
I didn't think about anything else. We are like good friends. Every day is a battle. =
Let time stand still What I want is this innocence and simplicity. There is no right or wrong. It's simple. We are good friends. We are best friends.
Let time stand still What I want is this summer, the flower season. So let go and smile so brightly.
That's it, that flowery smile.
I didn't write well before going to bed. Forgive me! )
That summer composition 10 that summer, it was sultry. The diabolical sun hangs in the sky. Cicada enjoys the cool in the shade, but it keeps barking loudly. Wicker and grass under the tree have been sunburned. The road is steaming and there are few pedestrians. A few pedestrians who met head-on just hurried by with umbrellas. Several young people hid under the house, eager for the shade inside, and refused to move. It was this summer that you insisted on going out with me despite my name "Cousin Lily-Cousin Lily-".
That summer, it was a time when even cicadas could not stand it. However, we still went out, although we still had a burden-that chubby cousin. Sometimes, I really wonder if he is our relative and what he grew up with.
That summer, with a little "coming events cast their shadows before them" calm. You hold me, of course, there is a burden-we are not so irresponsible people, in Jiangnan community, ring the doorbell one by one. Maybe at that time, it was just fun. Maybe it was because I didn't understand. At that time, I was just a child. Zheng's song "We are all good children" and "We are all good children, the most naive children ..." Really, we are just children, children who are not sensible. Only care about happy children, children with simple ideas.
In front of a building, I rang the doorbell and came back. I fell down, and my knee was skinned and oozing blood, which dripped on the road bit by bit. I remember at that time, I didn't cry. And you, you're sweating. Finally, I went to your house. You were in a hurry. At that time, I cried. Crying unsuspecting, crying so suddenly. You are even more panicked, and finally found the "quick recovery" spray. Maybe, you don't know, the reason for crying at that time was just because of you.
That summer. Perhaps, you forgot; Maybe you remember. No matter what you did, I will always remember it. That summer, I grew up with us.
The summer composition of that year 1 1 The summer sun still sets very late. I don't know what it is still attached to. Maybe it just wants to keep the memory between us for a long time.
Gardenia in summer is still so fragrant, I don't know what it is still looking back on, maybe it is recalling our past …
Remember the last time we walked hand in hand on the dusk path? Remember that farewell song we used to sing? Remember when we played tricks on the teacher? But now all this is treasured by the years. Because we broke up that summer.
Nowadays, whenever we get together to recall the past, there are always endless stories in our hearts. Because we spent that summer together.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, summer is a boring season; But for me, this is a season of "never getting tired of watching". Because that summer, we left each other's handwriting on the blackboard together and pinned all our hopes.
Acquaintance is a kind of fate! We went to the same school for an ideal.
Getting together is a kind of beauty! We study together for the same wish.
Parting is a kind of melancholy! For different dreams, we experienced farewell again.
Perhaps, many years later; We will get to know each other again and get together again. Because that summer, a friend was waiting for you.
That summer composition 12 is really hot today. There is not even a figure on the asphalt road, and the burning sunshine is like the sharp eyes of the teacher shooting on the ground. It's obviously hot today, but I really want to tremble. A drop of water fell to the ground and disappeared with a hiss. I think if we tear down the house in front of us, it really looks like the Sahara desert.
Gee, it's hot. Why is there any sound? Listen carefully to "buy ice cream, buy ice cream ..." The voice is rough and old-fashioned. Nobody wants to come out in such a hot day. Who wants ice cream? I walked to the corner.
An old man was riding a tricycle, struggling to step on the pedal, his head was covered with sweat, and his thin face was dark and shiny. Shouting hoarse voice, but reluctant to buy a horn; That car seems to have followed him for a long time, and it has rusted in some places, making a harsh noise when riding. In the back, the ice cream is neatly placed in a big box. I smiled and walked over and took out a dollar from my pocket: "Grandpa, I want to buy an ice cream." He replied and skillfully took out an ice cream from the box behind him and handed it to me.
"Little classmate, don't stay out too long on a hot day, you'll get sunburned." Grandpa didn't forget to warn me before leaving. Suddenly, I felt a heat flow in my heart, and the cold ice cream stimulated my taste buds, as if it were the sweetest ice cream I had eaten this summer.
That year's summer composition 13 "The summer wind is warm."
Through your hair and ears, you and my summer breeze whisper. "
The arrival of July, indeed as expected some fast, blink of an eye, the times have changed.
Within a week, we will all change.
Put on shorts, put aside all your troubles and welcome this summer.
I like lying on the grass and watching the blue sky after the rain. I like chasing colorful butterflies. I like making beautiful little bubbles. I also like summer, because it brings me back to my childhood, that crazy, that real, carefree me.
I still remember last summer, eight people were playing hand in hand by the Yalu River, eight people were holding me and crying with you, and eight people were happy and naive to play the game of thugs. Maybe I will never forget it in my life, because that summer gave me so much that I couldn't let it go.
"I will always remember the summer wind.
Say clearly that you love me.
I see your indifferent smile.
Sometimes I'm shy. "I like this greenhouse song. It brings me the feeling of summer and sings softly. She reminds me of many past events. Maybe others don't think highly of the eight of us, but as long as we have that memory and feeling in our hearts, we don't care what others think, because we are unique in the world.
12 likes to write a composition alone. I like to watch bitter excitement on the computer alone. I like to enjoy the romance of the night scene alone. I like to soothe the warm summer wind alone.
I won't be lonely, I won't be empty, I won't be lonely, I won't be sad, I won't be depressed, I won't worry, because I am a sunny sky.
I will always have a beautiful angel in my heart.
That year's summer composition 14 I still remember yesterday, the summer that was blown by the wind.
Last summer, we will say goodbye. I wonder what you will remember about me.
Today, it rained again. It rained when we were together. At that time, the rain was sweet, but now it is astringent.
Time just goes by carelessly. In a blink of an eye, it has been more than half a year since we graduated from junior high school, and it has been more than half a year since we left each other. In the past six months, everyone has experienced many disappointments. In the past six months, everyone has changed with time, and even become so incredible, including myself.
A few simple parties, 83 of us got together, what did we do? We each took a mobile phone and hid in the corner.
I can't bear to say goodbye to you when I wave goodbye. I don't know when I can see you next time.
Friends who have lived and died with me, we meet again. Besides those polite greetings, what else can we have? What else can there be? We are not as impulsive as before.
Students, friends and brothers, no matter what we become in the future, please always remember that (1 1) is our common home.
(1 1), everything starts with you.
In summer of 2007, 83 people met because of you.
That year's summer composition 15 I am a growing fish. I live by the sea now, and my old home is in a clear and very quiet river.
Back in those days, I played with my friends, swam through the Woods, learned skills together, and was carefree. I know life here too well. The river, as sweet as honey, flows slowly; The green grass dances gracefully with the river; Leaves swaying slowly on the river; that ......
After leaving you for so long, I don't know what you have become now, but in my memory, you are still so kind, so gentle and so lovely! Your best side will remain in my memory.
In this strange sea, my new partner told me, "From the moment you get to know a new environment again, you should take it as a new beginning and pursue it hard." Oh, maybe! If you live in an environment all the time and don't touch the outside world, if one day you go to the outside world, you may be completely eliminated by that world.
That river is like our childhood, but we no longer belong to childhood, we belong to youth, so we should step out of childhood and go to youth and play our youth concerto well.