Missing That Time
The night was deep, and people were quiet. While chatting with an old classmate about life in the first year of high school, a feeling of nostalgia unknowingly occupied my heart.
This article was extracted from my early NetEase blog. NetEase Blog is no longer operating, but looking back, these words are still quite interesting, so I decided to move them over as intact as possible. This is mainly kept as a record; after all these years, the quality of the text, images, and links may all have been affected.
This article was originally published on June 8, 2009. I was about 20 years old at the time and was in college.
The night was deep, and people were quiet. While chatting with an old classmate about life in the first year of high school, a feeling of nostalgia unknowingly occupied my heart.
Thinking back to scene after scene from the first year of high school, that silly me, that silly era, and the silly things I did, a faint smile appeared at the corner of my mouth.
Yes, the school life most worth remembering in a person's life is probably high school and college. In our high school years, we were in youth's rebellious period, in the season of flowers and rain, the most, most beautiful time of life!
In my ears, I thought of Lao Lang's song "My Deskmate." In my eyes appeared the scene of that boy carrying a heavy schoolbag, walking into the school gate with cheerful steps. In my ears sounded that cheerful song we sang together with our classmates. Everything, everything was so familiar, and also so strange. Back then, how many of us would have thought of the us today?
Time slips away in an instant. Better seize the time and cherish the life we have now. Do not always let regrets occupy too much of our memory!
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