Chapter 473 The Most Romantic Thing - The Unfinished Story
then?
The young head teacher also looked at Principal Li instantly.
Accept the move?
All attacks should be directed at him.
Yan Xiaoyu is just a student and does not have to take responsibility for the class.
The young head teacher pursed his lips and was about to speak when he heard a "pop" and something fell to the ground.
Xun Sheng looked over.
Ahem, the young head teacher couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, turned his head and looked at Principal Li.
Sun Yueyue must have been too careless.
It's not like he was calling her, she was so excited that she threw all the pencil cases on the ground, oh no, to be precise, she threw them on the feet of her deskmate.
This kid usually looks pretty steady. What's going on today?
Let her be.
She is not the protagonist today either.
What is Principal Li going to ask Yan Xiaoyu to do?
The young head teacher looked at Principal Li again and again, and when he saw the third glance, his mind suddenly lighted up.
Look at your pig brain.
Next? Of course it’s to catch the table tennis racket?
Is it possible that you still want Yan Xiaoyu to answer the call?
I am really stupid.
I actually thought that Principal Li wanted Yan Xiaoyu to come to the platform. Oh no, she came to the same stage to watch.
The young head teacher pursed his lips, glanced sideways at Principal Li, and then looked at Yan Xiaoyu.
Huh? What's Yan Xiaoyu's expression?
Next? What next? Yan Xiaoyu looked at Principal Li again and again, and couldn't help but blink again, waves of doubts passing through her eyes.
Are you planning to let her answer the call?
What was Principal Li saying just now? She was only paying attention to her foot pain and didn't pay attention.
Ahem, what's this kid's expression like?
Principal Li raised the table tennis racket in his hand and his eyes inadvertently fell on the calligraphy and paintings beside the front door of the classroom.
He framed the calligraphy and painting, and the calligraphy was also familiar to him. It was Lao Zhang's calligraphy, with flying and dancing cursive, and it wrote very elegantly: Tranquility Zhiyuan.
Peaceful and far-reaching?
Principal Li's tired mood instantly drifted far away...
I am quiet, so I reach far; I think, so I exist
Tranquility is just a background. Although I highly admire "tranquility and far-reaching", I can only walk in the sea of people according to my original thinking, betraying all kinds of ethereal feelings, betraying the humidity of crying, and learning to give the world a moment.
It was wonderful. But every time I turned on the desk lamp and the faint yellow light enveloped me, I was moved.
I am still the same as before, I will still look up at the desert sky; I will still bow my head to the tidal river; I will still let my thoughts float in the wind, and I will still read my own eyes in the mirror.
After a sharp fall in a strong wind, I remained the same. I did not fall, nor did I hesitate to move forward, feeling depressed, because I know that when the will falls, life will no longer stand.
Therefore, I am peaceful, so I reach far.
This is a kind of illusion, but also a kind of reality. Whenever you indulge your mood, the music score hidden in your heart will open up. It is a plot that is too dense to be dissolved.
I don’t need to convert to the secular world, nor can I transcend everything and leave a piece of coolness and purity in my heart. The world still needs disputes, and it still needs the confusion of seeing flowers in the mist - without pain, without youth, wouldn’t life become a plate of sweetness?
Pastries made from cakes. Life still needs the integrity of the clouds. This is the real human being. And tranquility is a resting place in the heart. Give yourself a responsibility and leave a piece of tranquility buried in the bottom of your heart. In the quiet night sky, beautiful flowers float out
landscape.
Floating life is like a dream, but there is also Su Gong's "Floating life will be cool for a day". Don't bear the light; life is ups and downs in the long river of life, and it is inevitable that there will be heavy losses. Being obsessed with thinking is just letting busyness cut life into rows and rows.
Rows of carriages move materials, abandoning the track and then surrendering to the track. Disturbed and lost, it is like being in a group of cars that are flowing slowly, but I stand in the middle of the road, watching the cars whizzing by, but always
Not allowed to move forward.
When the noise from the outside world paralyzes our nerves, or when our mood is sensitively adjusted to the sunshine and rain, I sadly discovered the mediocrity of life. Happy or sad days always rise and fall too quickly, and only spiritual loneliness can
Write my heart with my hand.
The great loneliness makes people painful, but the spaciousness behind the big house makes me feel full. That kind of thing also made me live in the fence for a long time. I couldn't help but cheer up. I picked up the book again and closed it, feeling the fragrance of books in my heart.
If one morning, I marvel at the shining teardrops on the top of the grass, can I still think of how heavy my heart is when I cry in the dark night? If I wake up in the morning, in the bright spring light, I will see clear and hazy longing.
Rotating and rising in front of the window, conveying the prelude of hope, then, can I still let the thin sadness and the faint melancholy disappear in my heart? When the spring breeze carries a fragrant fragrance from the fields, the evening glow reflects the sky red.
, can I still let the desolation of "cold rain knocking on the window and wet quilt" and the desolation of "flowers falling" pass through my heart and moisten my mood? Can I still? How can I?
In the eyes of the night, even a drop of crystal tears should sparkle with a trace of pure hope. Then what reason do I have to abandon my eternal beliefs and pursuits easily?
Life has an unbearable lightness. In the streets and alleys, smoke is seen walking in a charming way. It will not stop or be moved. However, it also has an unbearable weight. It frowns and lowers its head, paying no attention to it, just like a camel wandering thousands of miles away.
Yellow sand and camel bells are still humming softly, but their voices are solemn and whimpering.
Under the orange light, I sat quietly, with intoxicating music in my ears, and a faint fragrance in the air, lingering but still far away.
Everything is nothing, just a moment of looking back, a moment, no beginning or end can be found, no story or characters to tell anymore, but I will always remember this, remember this look back, this moment, and
I was deeply moved by it and left an everlasting impression.
I also know that there are always people coming and going in life, just like passers-by on the road when walking. Some go in the opposite direction to me, and some walk with me in the same direction. Most of them are those who just accompany me.
The people I have walked a short distance from are my friends. I thank them. They accompanied me through a certain difficulty, or they just laughed with me for a while on a beautiful road.
I am equally grateful to them.
Looking back at Jingyin, I finally realized that it was moments like this, people coming and going, that repeated endlessly in my mind, and made me feel the happiness in the world and the value of life again and again. I also know it.
, the reason why my life is still flowing smoothly, the reason why there is still longing and the noise of emotion, the reason why there are still many things that I am willing to comprehend, are all because I have walked with me and given me such a
A person who has a moment of enlightenment.
And how many of them are just passing by? How many are unforgettable? In fact, it doesn’t matter. They are just a fragment of my life. All that is left is the memory when I look back. Most of the way, I still have to go.
Go by yourself.
I am twenty-two years old and my heart is young. I cannot let my young heart be burdened with old thoughts. I can't change anything, but I can pursue and give up. Life inherently requires pursuing and giving up.