Scattered people

The night gradually became dark, and the houses and trees in front of us were all faded into the black. The black and silent night always gives me a deep imagination, just like the quiet world can be imagined with eyes closed. I once stared at the trees outside the window blankly. With the change of seasons, the leaves changed from light green to dark green, from dark green to light yellow, from light yellow to light black. Now, leaves give up their attachment to trees, quietly turned into a ghost under the tree, and finally there was only the dead branches competing to insert directly into the sky, drawing a circle of annual rings in the sky. As time goes by, things are neither human nor human. This night, the dew of Winter Night rippled in my heart, just like pictures one after another Jumping Frames in my mind, disappearing past, bleak memories, write a pale comma for young youth. The time I used to read was totally different from now. I used to read for entering a higher school, but now I read for work with different purposes. Of course, the two periods of time are different. The past and the present are separated by thick glass. Looking back, you can still see some shadows, laughter and tears, but you can only see blurred if your eyes are sour and your mind is swollen, so that tears are in your eyes. In the past days, there were my close friends who accompanied me through many wonderful times and gave me many wonderful memories. Now, they have scattered all over the world, leaving me alone, it looks like a fallen migratory bird flying south. Time was too hurried. We all struggled in the palm of time, which was beyond recognition and flesh and blood. Recalling the past Road, the scenery I have seen, the tears flowing through, at this moment, under the gentle overlooking of the fluorescent lamp, I feel more and more that time is the greatest healer, it smoothed the pain like the wind, leaving a trace of memory. The memory proved that I am strong and had endured more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter. Now I understand that my former friends will also be friends in the future. Even if they are scattered all over the world, I hope that one day we can get together and count the memories in the flowing light. If we are still scattered all over the world, I won’t feel heartbroken any more, because I understand that those people who appear and disappear in life, like friends scattered all over the world and parents who will eventually grow old, are angels who teach me love, teach me to grow up and cherish. People scattered all over the world will also have new friends and a new way to go. Time flies. The only thing that never changes is constant change. But some memories are worth remembering. Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…