The taste of modern people

The taste of modern people is far less than that of the "bumpties" before liberation. Wear a low-collared shirt, short skirt, a pair of "hate the sky high" is fashion, wear a high-collared shirt, bell-bottom pants is "soil", cut out a dozen holes of good jeans - beggar dress, so strange dress return rate is zero, wear a knitted shirt of their own hands is "soil", and the return rate is as high as 200 percent. Love. Is a beautiful emotion, people in the past, so sensitive to this word, even dare not mention, only a few specious verses, handed a sentence "no butterfly wings ", but even the sentence" heart has a touch of understanding "also dare not say. Modern culture advocates chic, the so-called love, there is no longer the excitement and purity of the reservation, no longer indistcutly put a seriously written love letter secretly into each other's drawer, no longer just hold hands and blush, no longer inadvertently touch each other's eyes for a while not to look up, as long as two cents a text message, so it becomes a pair. Chic is what everyone is trying to learn, but obviously, the effect is "imitation", this substance, is to sit with you today to date, shopping with him tomorrow. This kind of culture I named it "vulgar", the representative of "vulgar" can be experienced from the TV series. The direction of the TV series can often be seen, but obviously this is too impetuous things are widely accepted. Modern people, if you still read the four great classics, if you are still holding a stack of books in the leafing, then you are "out", this behavior is collectively referred to as "behind The Times". Others read all martial arts romance, casually ask "Baidu" what books have, but obviously no one read classics, vulgar content interspersed in urban novels, teenagers are obsessed with this. Walking on the street, everyone has a smart phone, surfing the Internet, listening to the songs, "No." We don't have Wi-Fi, so please talk to someone close to you." The sign of a cafe reads, Nowadays, units, bookstores, teahouses, various clubs, everywhere is wireless network, people rush about in the network world, busy in every corner to express their views, in the real world is so silent. The new culture corrodes the tradition bit by bit, and this vulgar culture is widely accepted by the public. However, who still remembers a sea of cornflowers under the blue sky, who still remembers the green years sitting side by side under the willows, who still remembers the jasmine in front of the door in the rainy season that year, still open?"Growing up is a long process." Someone once said so. I don't think so, adhere to my principles, growth is just a moment, maybe you will be strange, maybe you will agree, maybe you will not say a word. That's your opinion. I don't deny it. Lotus has the fragrance of lotus, rose has the strong fragrance of rose, cherry blossom has its fragrance, it can be seen that incense can produce many flowers. What is growth? It's fine sand, running fast from my fingertips. It's an hourglass, from one era to another. However, these sand, the hourglass has never changed, but has become a yellow memory. I remember that time, I stood alone at the window, silently turning the pen, allowing the wind to play. Our class teacher came gently, a touch of white came to me, she was dressed in a white dress, the black hair with the wind and Yang, secretly white, but still so lively flying, the hair gradually came from the fragrance of floating soft brand shampoo, just like her, unknown but can not cover up her temperament. There was a kind and sweet smile on her face, so sincere and pure, like water, not like the false smile, even if it was intoxicating. Her "red lips were bright and slightly opened:" No spirit? Isn't it cold? I was looking at her and after a while, shaking my head 'It's not cold, it's spiritual when the wind blows' and she smiled softly like a holy angel:' Is it? Don't catch a cold, open such a big window "she reached out her hand to close the window for me" don't freeze "I saw her hands, it is not in line with her appearance, the hands are so dry and cracked, I really do not know how her hands feel, the only thing I saw was that her hands are slender and long. She gradually away from me, just remember, she just intoxicating smile, to the mimosa simple and clean, but beautiful. Her words warm my heart, eyes blurred, I do not want to admit, opened the mouth, like sleep, I took the opportunity to wipe the eyes of tears, it is warm. After class, I accidentally swept her expression of concentration, she was correcting our papers, she changed day and night. I pressed my lips together, tears came down, I wiped away the tears, I acknowledged her warmth. I walked to the classroom, got a glass of water, and walked to her office. "Teacher, have a glass of water and warm yourself up! Thanks for your hard work! Sometimes, also need to rest, pay attention to your hands and body "she was stunned, took the water, sweet smile" Thank you, I will pay attention to "Then, she drank the water, although she drank the water, but like I drink, warm spread over the body. The tedious sunshine shines in, pulling me and her back for a long time, full of thick teacher-student love. I was moved ~ growth, is a short time, and now this matter has become a yellow memory, precious treasure.