Ideal to the left, reality to the right

From students to teachers, the change of identity breeds a change of mind. I think there must be a feeling of "ideal to the left, reality to the right" in your heart, but you have never been willing to admit it.

The college life in white is gradually drifting away, the eyes of students eager, the critical eye of the leader will pull you back to the endless reality, are you still the carefree innocent teenager?

In the endless trivial matter, are you still calm? In the face of the annoyances that have come, your mantra may have changed from "the really annoying" to the kind greetings of his mother again and again, reminiscent of the lectures that I feel the taste of the same wax. I am deeply guilty of myself, and there are students who have misunderstood their children’s papers, and self-denial and self-denial spread in the bottom of my heart! It constantly erodes your grand ambition to revitalize the education of the motherland, and makes you show your talents in new positions. The ideal of life in the grand exhibition is so impractical? Hey! Where is the way to ask?

Still keen on the school, but this school is not in the school, it is less than a slap in the face, complaining about the new job, and more smug about the small achievements. The chats of former friends from "hehe, you are here" to "see you very busy, I walked first" became so boring. After closing the webpage, a feeling of loss surrounds you, is your friendship world minimized with the minimization of the webpage? The jokes between colleagues are always like masked warm dolls, reminiscing about the old people With the same tour, I feel the shape of today's single shadow. In fact, real growth begins slowly.

Once upon a time, he dreamed that he was riding a white horse, wearing a white coat, holding a rose from afar, and whispering in your ear. I often remember that before the graduation of the month before the flower, you and his high-five swear, saying that no matter whether the mountain is high, the heart will never change, and what distance is the test of our love; when you say goodbye at the train station, you are right The swearing "upper evil! I want to know the king, the longevity is endless. The mountains are without tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shocking, the summer rains and snows, the heavens and the earth are combined, and they are dare and the princes!" So they swear to all the idiots. Waiting for the place, waiting for the old lovers to send red to share the joy. In the cold dormitory, chewing on the same food, keeping the cold light of the lonely table lamp, whether you are in a sad distance may be a question, is the person in the distance still silently sticking to me? In this subtle age In the real, the godsend is just a short-lived, the distance between love and marriage, perhaps only the thickness of a piece of bread.

Time is like a shackle, life is bitter for 30 years, and nothing has happened to me so far because of the long time between ideal and reality. Under the ideal starry sky, I wanted to be down to earth, but the stars were far away and dim. Although it guided me, I could not illuminate me. Dear brothers and sisters, with the ideal road, accept the baptism of reality, from the green to the maturity, from maturity to success!