Tonight, in response to the idleness in my heart, I inadvertently flipped through the photo album and looked at those beautiful photos, I don't know what kind of impulse I had, and the thoughts that suddenly germinated made people eager, exciting, and intoxicating. It's just a reunion! In the chat with my classmates just now, I kindly shouted, "Lao Zhang, I miss you to death", do you really miss you? Former classmates, you're all fine until tonight! A lot of people haven't seen each other for almost 20 years, thinking about those happy times when they were studying together, thinking about when the "goodbye" they said that year will come to an end, is this just when it's possible? The years are ruthless, the years are faint, are they really getting old? So you know that you are all in a foreign land, and you are all well!

Turning the pages one by one, warmth and sweetness emerge. The contrast of each piece, the traces of these carvings of the past years, are as innocent as if they have not been retouched. Just these pictures that can't be remembered in the dust, but they have become those warm and beautiful fragments of life that have been watched many times, and there are many joys, sorrows, and many love-hate episodes! Or maybe it's the vivid pictures of those years, months, and days that are picked up in my dreams. The four seasons are distinct, the brilliance is bright, and it is difficult to give up nostalgia. It's happiness! There is no restraint, just an appreciation, in those memories of the picture of spring, the sprout of spring, the colorful spring, the delicate and warm spring, like a breeze blowing on the face, making people intoxicated. The cold is not over, the air is slightly warm, and "the red apricot branches are in spring". The willows are swaying gently, the stream is still flowing, and "the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze". Choose those sunny weekend afternoons, step on the southern suburbs of spring, plant trees in the West Mountain, sing about the mountains and forests, this vivid picture, how much joy and laughter there used to be, just this romantic smiling face, with the pure and holy apricot blossoms as a companion, with the elegant and beautiful scenery of peach blossoms, connecting the bits and pieces of memory fragments, quiet aftertaste, like opening the fence of memory, breathing fresh air, filling the whole body, winning a happy, Loaded with the youth that can never be forgotten and the beautiful youth dreams embedded in the memory.

The land in early summer is verdant, but the fragrance is not enough. Enjoy the flowers, watch the moon, go green, Mugu. The former mountains and forests, the verdant temples and mansions, have left many footprints and many laughter and laughter for all of us. The hearts of the students are romantic, and those feelings are also innocent, because they are all from the heart without the baptism of society and the precipitation of the rivers and lakes. It's like a dream woven into so much innocence to the fullest, not mixed with dust, not mixed with the world. It is also a happy song, and it is also a joke, and the window of the dormitory building, the hymn that sings and roars as the daughters pass by, are all vividly released.

Love is beautiful, the pursuit of love has sublimated our young hearts, and we are jealous of a favorite, and we are jealous of a love, and we hate each other for a love, and the song of "Cinderella" is so resentful. Just the sentence "How can I be obsessed with you" moved how many talented men and women. It is also how many pairs of happiness have been achieved in the end.

We may never forget the almost throat-breaking shouts, the "Woman is a Tiger" that will always echo in the corridor, and the chorus of the window "This is love, say it."

I don't know, this is love, muddled and confused". Crazy about the class's "You at the Table"! Are we all still singing now?

The summer wind is gentle, the breeze caresses the face and brings a little refreshment, and the forests in the back mountains are also lush, the wind caresses the mountain forests, the leaves rustle, the birds are frightening, and the echoes are loud. It's all singing, maybe it's praise! Because of God's favor, the weekend sky is always so windy, refreshing and bright, in the evening, go to the forest path, hold hands with love, share that beautiful scenery, maybe it is a natural release of a week of boring study, this pair of whispers, is it quietly informed? The scenery won't be on our own!

The solemnity of autumn represents the harvest, and the white chrysanthemum in autumn symbolizes the whole season with its white height and pure arrogance. Appreciate before the flowers, pleasing to the eye next to the flowers, the flickering of the shots, the bright smiles, touching and touching, or quiet as a virgin, or fiddling with the style, but no matter what, there is always a smile treasured in the lens. Always use a petal of heart incense into the fragrance of love, gifted, exchanged for this moving photo, who says it's not a beautiful collection!

The tranquility of the winter snow and the tranquility of stepping on the snow, combined with the snowflakes fluttering in the sky and the haze in this tranquility, are so chic, the white and boundless, the pieces of flying snowflakes are so soft, gently covering every corner of this quiet world. The hustle and bustle of the city, the noise of the campus also seems to be gently covered with the flying snowflakes, in the pure color of the background, the beautiful mountains and forests behind the campus, the temple on the great shore is more dignified and elegant, along the mountain, lightly counting the stone steps under the feet, looking up at the end, even the magnificent beauty of the temple is also dormant in this white sea of snow. The singing and laughter on and off the mountain, sometimes in the tranquility of this mountain, seems so crisp and bright. In this snow-colored purity, the smiles that ripple on the face because of happiness are like the hues of the snow, pure and immaculate, innocent. At this time, the footage is so precious again and again. It records the smile, the sweetness, the many pure love like snow, without any flaws, as eternal as white jade.

The photos are a little yellowed, and the album will always be treasured at the bottom of the box. The loss of time may slowly dust many memories, and the beautiful fragments of the book and meditation, such as the aftertaste after a natural date, will always evoke those beautiful dreams and the happy and beautiful times in our lives. No matter how the world changes, how fleeting Shaohua is, even if time is old and our once young hearts, but at least on the way forward, we will be proud of the life experience that we have seen a few more scenery.

Over the years, I have gone through a lot of things again, and I have met many people again, from strange to familiar, and then from familiar to strange, coming and going, but I always believe that the truth is everywhere in the world, and I cherish the fate and cherish it! Whether it was in the past or now, because this life is just a few decades, it is also more necessary to respond to the regrets that I don't want to stay, laugh when I want to laugh, cry when I want to cry, love when I want to love, I don't care about suppressing myself. Because it's life that's simple. It's the human heart that is complicated. Don't forget the original dream

Isn't this world more emotional because of reason?

Former classmates, do you still have your photos? Do you still have any memories? Is your scenery more beautiful? Tonight, I have no sleep, and tonight is all right. Classmates~ have you thought about it?

"If the heart is in a blue dream, there is still true love between heaven and earth......" The song is so beautiful, but can we all still "start again"?

Those past are really worth nostalgic, even if what I miss is just that feeling, I don't need to go back in time and regain those pasts, but I know that life can only move forward. Every day is ordinary but not ordinary, with a beautiful dream, laughing and talking about life, happy to see the mountains, can enjoy the water and the mountains, will be happy with a wonderful state of mind.

Memories are warm, warm, and sweet in the heart that can never be erased. Tonight, because of this confidant as a companion, I may be more colorful in my heart tonight, but tonight really made me understand that you are the most beautiful fate in my life.

Tonight, in response to the idleness in my heart, I inadvertently flipped through the photo album and looked at those beautiful photos, I don't know what kind of impulse I had, and the thoughts that suddenly germinated made people eager, exciting, and intoxicating. It's just a reunion! In the chat with my classmates just now, I kindly shouted, "Lao Zhang, I miss you to death", do you really miss you? Former classmates, you're all fine until tonight! A lot of people haven't seen each other for almost 20 years, thinking about those happy times when they were studying together, thinking about when the "goodbye" they said that year will come to an end, is this just when it's possible? The years are ruthless, the years are faint, are they really getting old? So you know that you are all in a foreign land, and you are all well!

Turning the pages one by one, warmth and sweetness emerge. The contrast of each piece, the traces of these carvings of the past years, are as innocent as if they have not been retouched. Just these pictures that can't be remembered in the dust, but they have become those warm and beautiful fragments of life that have been watched many times, and there are many joys, sorrows, and many love-hate episodes! Or maybe it's the vivid pictures of those years, months, and days that are picked up in my dreams. The four seasons are distinct, the brilliance is bright, and it is difficult to give up nostalgia. It's happiness! There is no restraint, just an appreciation, in those memories of the picture of spring, the sprout of spring, the colorful spring, the delicate and warm spring, like a breeze blowing on the face, making people intoxicated. The cold is not over, the air is slightly warm, and "the red apricot branches are in spring". The willows are swaying gently, the stream is still flowing, and "the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze". Choose those sunny weekend afternoons, step on the southern suburbs of spring, plant trees in the West Mountain, sing about the mountains and forests, this vivid picture, how much joy and laughter there used to be, just this romantic smiling face, with the pure and holy apricot blossoms as a companion, with the elegant and beautiful scenery of peach blossoms, connecting the bits and pieces of memory fragments, quiet aftertaste, like opening the fence of memory, breathing fresh air, filling the whole body, winning a happy, Loaded with the youth that can never be forgotten and the beautiful youth dreams embedded in the memory.

The land in early summer is verdant, but the fragrance is not enough. Enjoy the flowers, watch the moon, go green, Mugu.

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