往事如烟似雾,虽然飘渺,却总是令人难以忘怀。往事是未做完的梦,是没有中止的遐想,既有欢乐,又有哀伤,但件件都令人刻骨铭心,令人回味——特别是心存感激的那一刻。初三时,我失足“琼瑶热”,那阵子几乎是不分昼夜地读“琼瑶”。记得一次语文晚自习,我欺年老的班主任眼花,人又和蔼可亲,就算犯大错他 In the past, smoke is like mist, and although it is ethereal, it is always unforgettable. The past is an unfinished dream. There is no delusion to stop. There is both joy and sadness. However, the pieces are memorable and memorable—especially at the moment of gratitude. In the third year of junior high school, I missed Qiongyao fever. During that time, I read Qiong Yao almost day and night. I remember a Chinese language evening class study, I deluded the elderly head teacher, and everyone was affable, even if he made a big mistake