Looking at the table tennis racket handed over by Principal Li, Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help but widen her peach blossom eyes.
Turns out I was wrong?!
Yan Xiaoyu blinked, glanced at the table tennis racket half a meter away, reached out to take it, and walked straight to her seat.
Huh? Principal Li looked at Yan Xiaoyu who quickly turned and left, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. This kid is too, too neat.
He still had something to say.
"Yan Xiaoyu!"
Ah? Yan Xiaoyu, who was moving forward, paused, glanced at his injured right foot, and then glanced at the table tennis racket held in his left hand.
What did you call her for again?
She has already given her rackets, but these rackets still have a little weight!
She thought...
As a result, I got a little hurt after thinking wildly.
Only then did I realize that she was just a courier!
That's all!
Yan Xiaoyu raised her right hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, squeezed out a smile, turned around and looked towards Principal Li.
"This racket is yours for safekeeping." Principal Li raised his right hand habitually.
Suddenly I felt something was wrong, and I muttered silently in my mind, I have to raise my left hand!
He raised his left hand and waved it, cough cough, something seemed wrong, the racket was no longer there.
Principal Li blinked slightly. From now on, he still needs to get used to his right hand.
Well, right hand.
I accidentally glanced to the right and saw the banner hanging on the wall on the right.
The words on the calligraphy panel are very familiar and elegant. Those words are Lao Zhang’s handwriting: Tranquility and far-reaching, indifferent and clear-minded.
Haha, peace and tranquility.
Principal Li twitched his mouth slightly, and couldn't help but think of what happened many years ago, when he and Lao Zhang were together in Jingyun.
In a blink of an eye, twenty or thirty years have passed.
And he, together with Lao Zhang, transformed from a young boy who was a classmate to a middle-aged and elderly colleague.
Peaceful and far-reaching.
Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, remembering that long-ago text:
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 an illusion, but also a reality. Whenever you indulge your mood, the staff hidden in your heart will open up. A plot that is so dense that it cannot 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 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 greatness after giving up makes people feel full and slightly shocked.
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.
walk on my own.
I am twenty-two years old and my heart is young. I cannot let my young heart carry old thoughts. I can't change anything, but I can pursue and give up. Life inherently requires pursuit and giving up.
From the moment you were born, you were destined to go back. The twists and turns, the smoothness and joy are your destiny. Destiny always exists with you, moment by moment. Don't be in awe of its mystery, although sometimes it
It is unfathomable; do not be afraid of its impermanence, although sometimes it comes and goes without a trace.
Don't surrender to fate because of its weirdness and let it be at its mercy. When you are old and look back on your past, you will realize that half of your fate is in your hands, and only the other half is in God's hands. Throughout your life
It's all about using what you have to get what God has.
The more extraordinary your efforts are, the bigger the half you hold in your hands, and the more fruitful you will get. When you are completely desperate, don’t forget that you own half of your destiny; when you are carried away, don’t forget God
There is still half of the destiny in your hands. Your life's effort is to use half of yourself to get the half of the destiny in God's hands. This is the destiny of life; this is the destiny of life.
They also did not expect that the person who suddenly appeared in the autumn of that year would accompany him from his classmate's youth, to New Year's Eve, to Jingyunshi Primary School, and then to Liujiacun Primary School together.
Principal Li couldn't help but take a deep breath.
In the future, he and Lao Zhang will still go on together, just like the storms they have experienced together, just like each other has been a little hurt, but after all, they have survived together.
And those who he originally thought could accompany him along the way suddenly disappeared and disappeared.
Principal Li blinked slightly and glanced inadvertently. Outside the window, there was wind blowing by, and not far away, the golden autumn osmanthus branches and leaves were thick, and he suddenly thought of that ancient song.
The green leaves in the sun/Through the blue curtains/The beauty is very special/It’s enough to say goodbye/The world has been divided/In the end, you didn’t explain the difference/But it became a full stop/
As long as it’s the song you choose, I don’t dare to cut it/Every smile is our hard work/How can it be in the end/But that little difference...