Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

In a blink of an eye, the flowers have all withered, and the vicissitudes of the world wait for no one. Watching the ups and downs of the world, looking at the myriad things in the complicated world, even if we live with passion, it is difficult to escape the erosion of diligent years and the lead of the world in the end. When I look back suddenly, I put my feelings into writing, hoping to use these shallow words to record every moment of life, hoping to leave a quiet place in my heart, and hoping to maintain the indifference in my heart. With this yearning, I walk devoutly on the road paved by words, hoping to express a trace of deep feelings, a beauty, and a trace of light sorrow to relieve the infinite things in my heart. If so, this life will be without regrets!

Short essay part 3: Memories are too long, time is too short

When I am alone, I always look back and recall without getting tired. And memories are like a person standing on a railroad track, looking at the memories that are as long as the railroad track, but I have no idea where to start. In the past, when I recalled the past days, I always felt melancholy, but now I only feel at ease. Because I know that the past days are like past memories, and past memories will continue to grow like green ivy, and finally wither.

During the time I resigned, I went back to my hometown and visited the middle school I attended with a friend. He asked curiously, "It's been so many years since I graduated and I've lived there for three years. What's so good about it?" In fact, it was not for anything else, I just wanted to go back and say goodbye to the youth that was not a bit turbulent.

I know that those who have appeared in our lives will one day, or even earlier, leave us like a gust of wind. Those who said "goodbye" finally said "goodbye", without farewell or too many words, and gradually disappeared from life, never saying "goodbye" and never seeing each other again. But these are not important, because no one will accompany you for the rest of your life, and no one will accompany you forever. In this practice of life, everyone has his or her own life trajectory, and at the moment of parting, we also grow up.

That day, I told my best friend that I had a very long dream. I dreamed that I smoked, fought, went to bars... I did all the things I didn't do and didn't dare to do when I was in school. My best friend just silently replied: "You are already past that age." Yes, I am already past that age. I can no longer rebel. The days of youth are no longer with me.

Youth? Youth! At that time, I really thought it was a cheap thing, so cheap that it was worthless. Now when I think back, I realize that youth is the most precious thing. No matter how you spend it, you will regret it. No matter how you spend it, you will feel that you are wasting your youth, wasting the best time.

I forgot who once said to me: "Youth is the best, please cherish the time you wore school uniforms. The moment you take off your school uniforms, you can never wear them again, and all that is left is memories." Now when I think back, it turns out to be true. Three years seems to be a long time, but in the end I found that time is too short, and the memories left in these three years are the longest. That school uniform that was once the most annoying can never be worn back to its original appearance. (

Sometimes, I think youth is really beautiful. During that time, we all love someone and have repeated dreams one after another. The appearance of the other person is to change your boring youth. Everyone has a person buried in their heart. You want to know whether he is doing well or not. You like to silently recite the name of that person in your heart. Even the slightest thing about him can cause a turmoil in your heart. I always hope that one day I can meet the other person unexpectedly or even a dramatic and beautiful encounter. I don’t know if this is love, because I am too young, so it doesn’t matter whether I love or not. What matters is that I have foolishly gone through that period of youth.

Today, when I was watching "Left Ear", Bala said in the play: "Love is love when it is right, and youth when it is wrong." When I was young, I did not experience a passionate love. I don't know whether this is lucky or unfortunate. Our youth was once a play, but we all played it too seriously, and finally hurt ourselves. After being hurt, we realized that it was growth, and growth is always accompanied by tears and pain. If I ask you what love is now, I think many people can only think of material satisfaction. There is no love now.

The fleeting years pass by in a flash, and the years are written lightly. Those unplanned encounters gradually become memories. The graduation season is coming, and the tail of youth is hastily bid farewell. The time that was once disturbed is just a story in a book after all. The parting does not ask about the future, and the past that cannot be said goodbye is dazzling and painful under the summer sun. Who and who in youth, who are you missing now?

I heard that the gardenia is blooming. The blooming of the gardenia represents longing. Who are you missing at this moment?