Lyric Prose of Senior Two: Walking _2000 Words

Unconsciously, my heart is empty, which is an unspeakable and unclear feeling. The first batch of internship students are about to leave. Before the evening self-study, a group of people asked people to sign their summer school uniforms, and the markers with red pens were bright and dazzling. There are signatures and messages. Teachers have also left messages, especially math teachers. Equations and parabolas are coming. I haven't realized this unfamiliar feeling yet, but there are nine empty seats in the classroom suddenly next semester, so I'm definitely not used to it, and then I get used to it. Who can I tell these feelings to? I'm afraid of people who change and suddenly leave. Just like a bed and that active figure suddenly vacated in the bedroom. Back all day and night before the exam. I think of physical education class. We sat on the playground in twos and threes, facing the distant grass and sky, trying to remember a long passage of the text and spending all our eyes. I thought time was so fixed, so beautiful, so shallow, and there was no depression in class. I remembered the math problems that upset me, the formulas that I remembered and forgot, and the drafts on the draft door were all wrong. Think of the drowsiness in math class, the embarrassment of being called up by the teacher, and the jokes of classmates. Wait, wait, wait, these are just the end of six exams and the appraisal of six papers. It's too easy. It's over. Did everything go too fast, some regrets didn't come, some things that should be recited didn't come, and the exam just slipped away? What else do I have in my hand? I feel my hands are too loose, and everything has slipped out of my hands. Every day after lights out, Gary the Snail and I make trouble in bed. She pulled my quilt and I pulled her hair, throwing pillows and spraying six gods. After a while, it will stop. I remember the first time we quarreled over the smallest thing, then everyone quieted down, and then we apologized and made up. Those heartless days of laughing, those days of chasing and scolding, I found that I couldn't live without that noisy feeling. It was she who quarreled in my ear and then complained that I "only said other things". It was she who refuted my mistake. I nodded here and everything went with the flow. It was she who criticized me. I smiled and explained that I was wrong here. Wait, wait, wait. However, I have been alone for a long time, and it is not easy to have such a tacit understanding and intersection, and I cherish it. I have never had such a happy and carefree day. It's a long walk at night, forty minutes' walk. The weather is so good that there is nothing to say, and the wind blows on the face, which is very comfortable. I borrowed three books to go home, and the schoolbag was heavy. I don't know when I can finish reading it. I took my math book home and made up my mind to read it. After dinner every night, the topic can't be separated from my grades, senior three or something, and I can only promise them all kinds of things. When my aunt talked about her childhood, she said, "My parents said you should say something, but you shouldn't support them. They have worked hard to raise you. " When you think about it carefully, you know how naive you were when you rampaged. You have seen all the hardships of your parents, but you will never understand. Before the exam, I always use various excuses to object to going cycling. Actually, I just want to reassure myself. Now I have a holiday, but I feel that I have lost my motivation and everything doesn't matter. I still want to go out. I want to find a place where there are trees and flowers and no one has set foot. I can take pictures and sleep in it. All kinds of exams didn't go well, and my heart was cold. I have always been very concerned about my achievements, but I have been lagging behind. Looking at the vast number of people in front of me, there is no comparability at all. After a long time, I seem to get used to it. Occasionally, a few thoughts make my blood boil for a while, and then it goes away. I can't seem to find the life I want. I feel tired when I am busy, but I don't know what I want to do when I am free. Do everything possible not to let yourself play computer. If you play computer, you will accomplish nothing and waste time. If you are quiet, you can hear the ticking of the second hand of the alarm clock and walk regularly. Have all kinds of strange dreams and forget them when you wake up. I try to change, try to make everything perfect, try not to be arranged or listen. And all the summer vacation plans I imagined before were just a mirage in my mind. When the real holiday came, I forgot all about it. How can I be so depressed before the hot summer really begins? A faint loss, you can never tell. I'm not sure if I'm in the mood. I may laugh for a long time and feel better then. And the exam, just a light stroke. Just like that kind of "tick-tock" sound, a moment that is not noticed in the long turnover. As long as you keep walking, no matter which direction you are in, you will see some strange scenery and people you have never seen before, and then your mood will be better. If you are depressed for a long time, you will be tired. When you see a large area of green, clear blue lake and clear sky, or there are wild ducks and all kinds of bugs, the signs of life are pleasant, and nature will reconcile your mood. No matter which way you take, it won't be a dead end. It will pass. I think of that lonely pier, a road that no one has ever driven, a lonely factory, the sunset at four or five o'clock in the evening, the silence I need, but that's all. Aimless. What's wrong? That's right. Too accurate is intentional. You need to meet some new people and learn some new things. You want to have some new knowledge and experience in your mind, which can't be taken away for a while. Attention, whether walking or cycling, paying attention to other people's words and deeds and people passing by, is very common and vulgar, but who knows, maybe, she lives in a broken family and has extraordinary experiences, we don't know. I want to go back to those old stories by asking questions. There seems to be a reverence for those white-haired people, whose white hair is the witness of time. I want to know the story of a long time ago and write a very old story. An ordinary person can always dig out extraordinary stories. I saw my grandmother, who is over eighty years old and has become a bone. A long time ago, I hated her, her wordiness and ignorance. Now every time I see her, I feel very distressed. She said that she had been unable to eat for a long time recently and was getting thinner and thinner. Walking with crutches is getting slower and slower, and it seems that you will fall down at any time. If someone passes by in a hurry, she is sure to fall. Go back to the baby's fragility. You don't know why she is on crutches, and you don't know why her wife is ten years younger than her. What is even more incredible for you is that she gave birth to seven children, and so on. And all this will always be regarded as memories. If you don't record it, it will be forgotten. Is the original intention of writing. Memory and recording. I don't know what I'm thinking when I live to this age. I don't worry about food and clothing, do I? You don't think your son went gambling again today, do you? I'm still wondering if I should change clothes and put them on. It's thinking about death. The older you get, the more obvious this concern becomes. Unconsciously, I will blurt out, "I won't live long either." It's good to die. "And being scolded is always inseparable from a name" old deathlessly. "There is no respect, never. Occasionally she will recall the scenery when she was young. " When I was your age, I ... "Looking at the yellowed old photos, her face was full of satisfaction and sadness. Will you go back to your life before you finish it? Go ahead, I'm willing to listen. Can you walk a lifetime in one day and one night? "Traveler" on the travel channel is my favorite program. Walking and the unknown make it full of excitement and anxiety. Go ahead, a new beginning or a painful beginning. Everything is undecided. And we can only choose to go, and now, you have only gone a fraction of this long road, and everything is still very long.

Senior two: Wang