Memories are hidden by yellowed pages, silently sealed in the depths of time, waiting for you and me to flip through them.

1. Put the happiness of value in small things

Ten years ago, I clenched my immature little fists.

One weekend, the mother was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen, and the cute child was playing happily in the living room. Suddenly, the mother heard the child's cry and rushed out to see the child without wiping her hands clean. The child was still on the couch, but his little hand was imprisoned by a delicate flower on the coffee table. Hua Zun is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a slender drunkard with a shy belly, so his hand reaches in, but he can't take it out.

The mother thought of a different way, but with a little force, the child screamed even more painfully. The mother began to be anxious, and in the case of nothing to do, she had no choice but to break the flower honor, even if it was worth a lot of money, but for the sake of the child, although there was a lot of loss, as long as the child was safe, there was nothing to worry about. Thankfully, the child did not have any skin injuries, but his fists were still clenched. Is it cramping? The mother was alarmed again...... Later, his mother found that he did not open his fist because of a coin clutched in his hand. In fact, it's not because Hua Zun's mouth is too small, but because the child refuses to let go. Then the question arises: "Is it worth breaking a valuable antique like this?" ”

At first, the child thinks it is a matter of course, and then one day he thinks it is ridiculous. But as long as it's something you're willing to do, and you don't think there's anything to hesitate about, it's valuable.

2. All the time you are willing to squander is not a worthwhile waste

Ten years later, standing at the end of his youth, he is ready to "fight to the death" with the mysterious and stubborn guy who has remained unchanged in the third year of high school.

Slowly into the cold winter, every morning to get up with the warm and comfortable quilt to stage the emotional drama of "life and death", get up when the sky is bright, hurriedly brush your teeth and wash your face, and then quickly solve a breakfast that is not very particular, and then rush to the classroom in sleep, as soon as you sit down, open the book and read in the morning. The sleepy eyes that can never be opened, the oriental twilight that can't be polished, accompanied by the howling north wind, together play the last song of youth Concerto of Destiny that is first suppressed and then raised.

Some people say that the third year of high school is an ancient primeval forest, and each of us is some kind of animal walking in the primeval forest. But I think that the third year of high school is a vast ocean, and I am a tropical fish swimming in it, following the direction of the current, swimming towards the warm red

Road. This ocean, I will swim it all, and I will swim it.

The endless set of test papers accompanied us through the cold winter, and the higher and higher the mountain of books, it has isolated the colorful spring outside the window.

Less childish; less impetuous; Less imaginative; Less idleness. Humility replaces arrogance and becomes fertile soil; Hard work replaces looseness and becomes a delicate rain and dew; Meticulousness replaces impetuousness and becomes warm sunshine. In the end, all this came together to carry too much passion and dreams.

In front of the lectern, the teacher still repeated all the knowledge points one by one to the students who were about to take the college entrance examination. In front of the desk, the rustling of writing on the paper has long since masked the noise of cicadas in June. These busy and fulfilling days in the third year of high school, two points and one line, seem to be too simple to live, but in fact, it is not a simple pile of books and a lamp, but it brings us the understanding of growth and hope for the future. What I learned is to face and struggle, to be calm, and to stop my heart.

This is the value of the third year of high school, and the value of the last "feast" of my youth.

Third, we will eventually grow old, and the most valuable thing is to rely on old age

Another decade, ten years later, grandma is gone, and grandpa is following......

An early spring rain knocked down the plum blossoms on the ground. Grandpa buried himself in Grandma's grave and left this noisy world forever. Others will say that grandpa wants grandma to die, and I believe this.

The old trees in front of the door are sprouting, and the dead trees in the yard are blooming again. Grandma cooked, did laundry, boiled water and tea for grandpa, and gave birth to children for him. Although life was a little hard, there was no complaint.

The children are growing up day by day. Time urges people to get old, and the food is still so fragrant, garlic pat cucumber, tiger skin spicy, artichoke dough, clear oil wheat noodles...... When it comes to my grandmother's meals, I'm often hungry. But now it's taking longer to make each of these dishes. Old, old, grandma is really old.

70、80、90…… Grandma would get older and older until one day, Grandma was gone. Leaving the lonely grandfather alone. Grandpa no longer goes downstairs to dance swords, no longer plays chess. Often a person mutters about the food cooked by his grandmother, and his grandfather is not hungry, but misses his grandmother. After a while, grandpa's old problems were committed again, and without grandma, grandpa was tired and bitter. Within a few years, my grandfather also left, accompanying my grandmother

Let's go.

Grandparents take their hearts as paper, love as their pens, and love as their ink, and write the value of love and companionship with a lifetime of affection. Later, the peony bloomed the following summer, and it opened the story of grandma and grandpa, never defeated.

Fourth, time is all the embodiment of value

Ten years, ten years ago.

In the past three or two decades, we have understood the value of coins to give the palm of the hand a cold metallic feeling, and also understand the true meaning of love that has been accompanied by each other for decades, which is the embodiment of the value of life.

Time is like bamboo, divided into sections, each with a different story and appearance, the future and the past, are a strange and familiar world. Time has to show its value in one way or another, and this is the essence of our lives.

How much success a person can have depends on how he treats his time, and the relationship between you and time forms yourself. You make time more valuable, and time makes your life more valuable.

Memories are hidden by yellowed pages, silently sealed in the depths of time, waiting for you and me to flip through them.

1. Put the happiness of value in small things

Ten years ago, I clenched my immature little fists.

One weekend, the mother was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen, and the cute child was playing happily in the living room. Suddenly, the mother heard the child's cry and rushed out to see the child without wiping her hands clean. The child was still on the couch, but his little hand was imprisoned by a delicate flower on the coffee table. Hua Zun is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a slender drunkard with a shy belly, so his hand reaches in, but he can't take it out.

The mother thought of a different way, but with a little force, the child screamed even more painfully. The mother began to be anxious, and in the case of nothing to do, she had no choice but to break the flower honor, even if it was worth a lot of money, but for the sake of the child, although there was a lot of loss, as long as the child was safe, there was nothing to worry about. Thankfully, the child did not have any skin injuries, but his fists were still clenched. Is it cramping? The mother was alarmed again...... Later, his mother found that he did not open his fist because of a coin clutched in his hand. In fact, it's not because Hua Zun's mouth is too small, but because the child refuses to let go. Then the question arises: "Is it worth breaking a valuable antique like this?" ”

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