Self-small biography

"The laughter reminds me of those flowers, quietly driving for me in every corner of my life. I thought I would always be by her side. Today we have left in the sea of ​​people, they Are you old? Where are they?..."

--"those flowers"

On the computer, the single "Chunting" of the tree in the single song, I do not know why there is a bit of sadness, is that sad melody touched me? Still the long-lost memories knocked on my heart? People in the dormitory always say that I am a little depressed, maybe! I just miss the past and miss those times when I can't go back. The self-small biography stopped when the pen in the hand wrote the last word, and the memories that passed away flooded me like a flood. Deeds? It seems that there is no. I am just an ordinary person in all beings. I have an ordinary story like you. I wish you a cup of tea, and listen to me slowly.

about me

Regarding my introduction, let us start with a file! Name: Bean Red Seal; Gender: Male; Nationality: Han; Blood Type: A; Education: Undergraduate; Personality: Slightly a little bit unconstrained; Social Label: After 90; Social Relations: None; Hobbies: Reading, Internet ,motion. . . . . . Motto: Your life doesn't need to be explained. . . . .

The above is a brief introduction about me.

Twenty-one years ago, I was born in a small village in the easternmost part of Henan Province. I have been in the air for twenty-one years. Now I have passed the weak crown and I am starting to set foot on the stage. Looking back at the road, there was no big storm, but it was also a part of the ordinary. In the land where I grew up, although I couldn't call it Wuhua Tianbao, there were few outstanding people, but there were the people I love the most, and the most beautiful memories of this life. The road to growth is still extending. It is the most ordinary but the most difficult road. Fortunately, my parents have always been with me, accompanying me along the way, let me grow and continue to harvest those extraordinary touches. Everyone has a different life trajectory and experiences different stories. The story about me has just begun.

childhood

I was born in an era when the family was fertile in the countryside, and my birth made the family, which was already very tight, worse. It’s just that happiness at that time has nothing to do with money, and money can’t be bought. When I was a child, I was always eager to grow up. Now I really want to go back to time. People are always so contradictory. The memory of that childhood time is somewhat vague, but from the only vague memory I have, the memories are full of happiness, but that time can only be used for memories, even then I am very satisfied.

"On the tung tree on the pond, I heard the sound of the summer; the swing on the playground...." Luo Dayou’s childhood was printed on the language material called "Words, paragraphs and chapters". At that time, we had already cooked the back. Love is a boy's nature, and I am no exception. I rarely use my mind for learning. For me, playing is the top priority: fishing in the river, ostriches on the trees, folding planes, eating very cheap. Old popsicles, see "The Popeye", "Big Head, Little Head, Dad." . . . .

The family will not give too much pressure. Unlike the current children, they are bound by various classes. They can't play and learn. At that time, I used to go to the night of every Sunday night to pick up the few nights. But the occurrence of such a thing made me wake up. I don't know if it is the thank-you teacher who still hates her, but what is the point? That is the end of the National Elementary School, and the school will hold a one-semester exam. Of course, the best students in each country are in the list. Of course, I am not in the list, but the teacher’s sentence is deeply stinging. I am stubborn: "Students like *** only know how to play, and when they will not take the exam on our school...." The content behind has long been forgotten, only this sentence is deeply Printed in my mind, I didn't know which rib was wrong, and I recovered the love heart and began to study hard.

The childhood parents will also limit the children, because in this way, the memories will never be erased, the more the brand is deeper and deeper until it is touched. Growing up unconsciously in that innocent age, everyone has a day of aging, but don't forget the goodness of childhood, he is enough to support our life.

The gear man of time is rolling, and I started my life in the country.

That year

I just entered the middle of the country, still childlike, playing every day in the corridor outside the classroom, learning results in the middle and upper reaches, there is a break after the words that is a day when the monk hit a day - have passed. I knew the senior high school entrance examination in the second day of school, but it was only a concept, but then I gradually learned that the first time I found the goal of life, I also began to have pressure for the first time. In that year, I was no longer a young child. I grew up in the middle of that year.

The life of the third day made me fall from heaven to the world. I have no extracurricular activities every day. It is difficult to see my figure on the basketball court every day. Everyone has different dreams and everyone is working hard. Just like "You at the same table" sang: "I always feel that graduation is nowhere in the blink of an eye. Everything goes in the blink of an eye...." The life of junior high school is a bit boring, but I don't know why it was so fast, wait until graduation. According to the day, I realized that there was no banquet in the world. At that moment, I was somewhat sentimental. I don’t know when this time will be able to meet.

On the third day of the third year, I made one of the most regrettable things in my entire country. I have been hard to forgive myself so far. I have forgotten what caused me to be a stranger with the three-year-old table. It was just a small matter that made me have a cold war with him for a long time. Now I feel that I am a little chicken. People, until the graduation day, the sky seems to be the rain, the township middle school in that era is still popular to write classmates, send photos to remember. He gave me one, and I gave him one. Who knows that this is the last side we saw. Later, when I was in high school, I learned that he was studying in the best high school in the city, and then there was no later. I miss the middle of that year, the one who is still very young, but that time is hard to go back, leaving only memories.

That year, the wind in the middle of the country was raining. Time is fixed in the summer, dusting the memories of the past, burying the youth that stepped on. When I look back, I suddenly find that those memories that have been memorable have been forgotten unconsciously, so that I doubt that the memories like the world are Nanke’s dream, and I look back for only the shallow footprints. With a few regrets, and a few comforts, I started my high school life and started my dream-seeking journey.

Those high school times that can't go back

"Do you feel bitter? Do you feel tired? You can cry, you can complain, but everything will continue after crying." I don't know where I saw it, but it is the motivation for my helplessness. Read now. The lack of the pride and ambition at that time was only the situation of the struggle at the desk. It happened like yesterday. Those laughter and laughter seemed to reverberate in the ear, but those lovely faces had already been scattered with the wind in the sky, those times. It’s gone forever, and it’s too late to relish.

If you only write high school memories, I can always write them down.

Not because of the feelings, there are too many memories that are worth remembering at the time, and too many people are hard to forget. For everyone to share the same dream--the university, the three-point, one-line life of the dormitory, the dining hall, and the classroom every day, although somewhat boring, what does it matter? Everyone is happy and still full of energy. The first thing to open your eyes every day is to encourage yourself to start fighting. It is always late to go back to the dormitory every night. Now, I will occasionally read through the things I wrote in high school. I looked at the mood at that time. It was so sincere and there was no slightty.

In the third year of high school, I heard the first sentence of the class teacher is "not a life of high school, it is an incomplete life." Now think about it, there are some truths. The holiday has since become a concept, when you go to the toilet, come back and find a few more test papers on the desk. Every day, the countdown to the college entrance examination is constantly changing, and everyone writes their goals in the heart. Although it can't be, the heart is also there. This scene is so familiar, so close to me, but so far.

Nowadays, I have stepped into the door of the university. Sitting in the ivory tower in the heart of high school, I have lost a bit, and I feel that something is missing. In fact, when I travel around the dormitory and various classrooms every day, I especially miss the days when there is a classroom that belongs to me. Every day when I attend classes in a strange and familiar space, I miss it. The days of fighting around; when there is no boring time to destroy, and the hands and computers are no longer inseparable, I especially miss the days of struggle and hard work. When I can't look back at you, I know what I lost. Only, those times can no longer go back.

......

If you can drink, the past is a hangover.

The story says that this is all over, but how can I know what the future is like? Maybe the flowers are still similar, but the people are different. In the blink of an eye, I feel that I am old. The future is always beautiful, with a dream-seeking heart, to pursue the life we ​​want.

Come on, boy! Always on the road!

Henan Xinxiang Henan Normal University First Grade: Passerby A 2000