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Nostalgic Reflections |
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In March, for me, it's hard to tell whether it was the beginning of happiness or
the continuation of hardships. When I write these words, the sunlight outside is
shining brightly into the room, as if our future is filled with brightness. If
it weren't for the piles of snow on the road, I would think that summer had
arrived.
I am studying very hard now because I want to prove something: I am not inferior
to anyone else. Every day, I tell myself that if I don't catch up soon, I will
be left behind here forever. So, I study diligently, just like before. Although
I can't know what the future holds, I still give my heart and soul to everything
I do. After all, in over four hundred days, this naive child of mine will also
embark on the path to a happy place. I have chosen my own path, and I must bear
the consequences, whether they are right or wrong.
"In the time before us, we were too young; in the time after us, we will be too
old. No one has witnessed that truly beautiful smile." Hai Zi was indeed a
genius with words, and I admire him wholeheartedly. There are always so many
regrets in life. Some things that are easily within our reach, nobody cares
about, while we chase after the unattainable, often missing out on many
beautiful things. Learning is the same way, isn't it? It should be based on
practicality.
One day, when I grow up, I will proudly tell the whole world that I have no
regrets about growing up.
I now enjoy listening to Karen Mok's songs. They feel very real, like walking
alone on an empty street on a rainy night. There is no one else on the road, and
she walks and sings by herself, as her voice consumes the world. People fall
asleep one by one, completing their unrealized dreams in their dreams. These
days, I've been falling asleep while listening to Karen Mok's singing, and it
feels great. The next morning, I wake up with sleepy eyes, and my mom's voice,
not very gentle but incredibly warm, echoes in my ears. A nutritious breakfast
is already prepared on the table. I take big bites, then grab my backpack and
hurry to school. There aren't many people on the road, which means that if I
don't hurry, I'll be in danger of being late. I take big strides forward, just
in time.
I told Xiaozhuai that I miss our middle school days. I said I wanted to
experience that pure happiness again. She pulled my ear and called me weird. I
said, perhaps, I am just a nostalgic person, trapped in memories. I carefully
look at our middle school graduation photo until my eyes hurt. It brings back so
many memories because they are unforgettable.
I rummage through boxes and find old cassette tapes to listen to, but they are
filled with static. It turns out that even youth can expire.
"Yesterday is too late, tomorrow will be a pity." This is a phrase I've recently
grown fond of, as I find it fitting. If you want to strive, then there should be
no more complaints. Any further words would only leave behind emptiness. So, I'm
working hard, fiercely. |
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Answer |
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In this passage, the author reflects on the month of March, unsure whether it
brought happiness or continued difficulties. They express their determination to
prove themselves and not be inferior to others through diligent studying. The
author contemplates the passage of time, the regrets in life, and the pursuit of
unattainable things. They find solace in listening to Karen Mok's songs, which
evoke a sense of authenticity and solitude. The author reminisces about their
middle school days and their longing for the simple happiness of that time. They
emphasize the importance of striving without complaints and cherish the present
moment, as yesterday is gone and tomorrow may bring regrets. The author
concludes with their commitment to working hard. |
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