Time flies, and the white horse flies. Time is like the dew on the lotus leaf, the moment it slides into the water, it is fleeting, it is so crisp, there is no trace.

During the holidays, Wei Lan fought on two fronts and blossomed on multiple fronts. Every morning at home, borrowing the notes of the class leader Xia Xue, as well as some video courses on the Internet for self-study, because Wei Lan's own foundation is not bad, and the basic education in the 22nd and 21st centuries has not changed much, Wei Lan is very handy to learn.

And in the afternoon, Wei Lan went to Wei Tian's laboratory to ask Zhang Wei for advice and study, maybe because Wei Lan has the ability to never forget, or because of his own intelligence, Wei Lan learns very quickly and has a strong ability to accept new knowledge, which also makes Zhang Wei a little amazed, so every time Zhang Wei sees Wei Lan, he will rub Wei Lan's hair hard, and Wei Lan can only send in neatly, and the chicken nest head out.

The autumn breeze blows away the slightly hot summer days, and at the same time, with the autumn wind blowing, the departure of summer is often the arrival of the new semester and the end of the holiday.

In the 22nd century, the education system has undergone many changes, many things have been changed and innovated, but the traditional way of teaching --- school is still retained. In fact, in the 70s of the 21st century, there was a short period of online v

Synchronous online teaching, but soon found that this teaching method is not conducive to the normal development of teenagers, and the learning efficiency is low, so this teaching mode is abandoned and traditional teaching is resumed.

The sun shines on the earth, and from ancient times to the present, the sun has never been stingy, even at night without it, it still borrows the moon to guide people who are lost. It uses its warmth to feed every creature on the earth, and he will always be so fair, just and selfless.

The sun hit the back of a boy's head, and his jet-black hair shone with a faint golden glow in the sunlight.

A quaint gate stands beside the road, facing the sun, bathed in golden light, like an ancient god of war, fighting against time, against mankind, and against technology, just to protect the history that may have been forgotten.

The gate is a traditional Chinese four-pillar three-bay archway-style building, and the simple aroma first invades people's hearts, and then the imprint of time comes into view.

Wei Lan's heart is a little throbbing, there is a stone tablet next to the gate, and the vigorous and powerful Chinese characters are engraved on the stone tablet, such as Jiaolong Tengyuan.

"Hewei No. 1 Middle School. Wei Lan couldn't help muttering, and then smiled and stepped into the gate full of history.

In the 22nd century, with the reform of the education system and the redistribution of educational resources, the gap between each middle school has gradually narrowed, and with the popularization of 12 years of compulsory education, the high school entrance examination has disappeared in the long river of history.

The flowers are fragrant, the birds are singing, the trees are shady, and the fans are fragrant. Wei Lan walked into the campus, the air was filled with the rhythm of youth, I don't know when, that look in the campus, that smile, faded out of our lives, just like we in childhood, we always wonder why Squidward can always be so troubled?

The troubles of youth always have a faint sweetness, no bitterness of life, no sourness of reality, only infinite imagination and the person sitting in the sun. At that time, we were also boys chasing the wind!

In Hewei No. 1 Middle School, in every dewy morning, teachers and students greet the dawn, walk on the green bricks, and laugh while walking, which has never stopped for 170 years.

The school uniform is the Zhongshan style during the Republic of China, and just like this school, it carries the history and charm of this land and this sky.

Blue bricks and tiles, nail head phosphorus, carved beams and embroidered households, walls and jade pillars, Wei Lan feels, rare humanistic and historical atmosphere, which is completely different from the outside world, dignified, solemn and heavy......

The boy walked slowly, and the friction between his shoes and the bricks seemed to have some kind of rhythm, and the morning glow sprinkled on him, dyeing his golden hair.

"Weilan?" the soft voice tugs at people's heartstrings. The sun caressed her face, and a layer of golden makeup was applied to her white and flawless face. The light blue folk style school uniform is wrapped in immature young flowers, but it is still graceful.

"Uh?... Liu Feixu, long time no see!" The boy waved his hand and smiled, his white teeth glowing with a faint golden light in the sun, and for a while, the girl's heart trembled slightly.

The girl stroked her hair lightly, "Why don't you go together?" The girl saw that the boy was walking very slowly, mistakenly thinking that the boy did not know where the classroom was, and was very understanding and invited the boy.

The soft voice leaped into Wei Lan's ears, and the eardrums deep in the ears danced with joy.

Wei Lan was stunned, and soon understood what the girl meant. (Of course, it's not the biggest delusion in life--- she likes me) He didn't break it or say that he knew the way, but nodded, smiled at the girl and said, "Okay, together!"

Under the sun, on the campus, on the road, the pair of backs attracted many eyes.

If every woman is a flower, then willow fizz is as delicate as water as an orchid. The elegant orchid never competes with other flowers, only sits quietly by herself, does not fight or grabs but leisurely releases an elegant charm, she has her own confidence and calmness.

The most beautiful scenery in life is actually the calmness and calmness of the heart. When I was young, I was innocent, and in this warm time, there was no throbbing of physical desire, no taint of love by money, only the calmness and calmness of my heart......

The prelude of fate lives the fragrance of growth, the best years are called growth, and what is it like after growth? Maybe that is the sadness that you and I can't express......

Wei Lan and Liu Feixu walked into the classroom together, the classroom is bright and spacious, but it is completely different from the outside world, it is full of the taste of science and technology, and there is no solemn, solemn, but full of laughter outside, which is no different from the outside world.

Since there are only 15 students in a class, the classrooms are spacious and bright, so everyone is a single person with a single table. Wei Lan also learned on the road that Liu Feixu was in the first row, and he himself was in the second row. Wei Lan returned to her place, and Zhiduan automatically connected to the network of the desk, and there was no appearance on the desk, like the 21st century school desk, the pitted, scribbled, and the black scratches formed by erasing someone's name, the black mark, buried in the youth and regret of that generation.

"It's okay, I got together with Lao Liu so quickly. Zhang Han, who was on the side of Wei Lan, poked Wei Lan and looked at Wei Lan with a salivating face.

Wei Lan directly pressed Zhang Han's face with his hand, and pushed back, "you!" and then rolled his eyes at Zhang Han, as if he was very speechless This neurotic friend, just a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, telling the unknown heart of the standing.

"Here, give this back to Xia Xue!" Wei Lan handed the notebook to Zhang Han, and the girl's fragrance flowed from Wei Lan's hand to Zhang Han's.

"Don't you have hands, why don't you go by yourself?" Having said that, Zhang Han didn't know how to hold the notebook and walked towards the position of the squad leader Xia Xue.

Behind Zhang Han, there was only a faint smile, and behind Wei Lan, there was an unknown gaze......

That classroom, after many renovations, reconstructions, equipment upgrades, trying to erase the traces of youth in the classroom again and again, but still can't be changed, in everyone's heart, that memory will never be forgotten.

Like a year of flowing water, I always like to pass through my heart. The shallow years are becoming warmer and warmer in the plain. The year of memory has turned round and round, the footsteps of the years have counted the faint time, the warmth in the depths of time, inhabited in the deep and shallow lines of poetry, inhabited in our years......