Stop and look back

The favorite voice is the ringtone of the class, no matter how high the decibel is, how sharp the tone is, how audible the tone is, but always loved by our students. But once, the children who were tigers and tigers were always so serious. When they were in class, they were sitting in a dangerous situation. The teacher asked a question. The little cute people all raised their chubby little hands and waited for the teacher to name their own. But such a scene is not proportional to the passage of time. Once, we were good at using curious eyes to capture the beautiful moments in life, sometimes recording them with pens, and then looking at our own achievements, laughing at them. However, we can hardly find traces of curiosity in the daylight. After doing this, afterwards, we may have learned something about the incident and know how to do things. We are wary of all traps with a keen eye, so we have one less. Innocent, perhaps after those things, became numb, and was frightened by his reflection in the quagmire. So the nerves are tense and relaxed. There are too many good things in life, too much happiness is ignored by us, and we feel more and more boring. Now, one weekly weekly note, but it is getting harder and harder to write, and the number of words is getting less and less, but because of helplessness, I have to think about where to write an article. This is not because we cherish the words like gold, just like the barren land can not grow delicate flowers, the curiosity and innocence we have had been killed by certain things, so there is only one piece of gloom. Turning on the letters and blessings that my classmates wrote to me before, the punctuation marks are not clear, and they are upside down, but those naive words can really make people feel moved, and they are full of mouths and shouting forever, forever inconvenient friendship. And now the letter and blessings received, the words can not pick the sentence is also beautiful and rich in connotation, but compared with the previous, it is exactly the same paper pile!

Once, our sky blue did not have a trace of impurities, even if there is a cloud drifting, the wind blows, there is no trace. So all day long, haha, crazy, hurry. But one by one has changed. I became very aware of the world, and I have already got rid of the immature and rushing food. I remember that before going to class, she had to go to the commissary and return with the trophy. "Rice noodles" also looked weird, and even put down his beloved brush, not moving for more than a year! Amazing.

Time will always take away a lot when it passes, and it will give some, that is, now and once.