Forget-worry herb.

Qiao's face looked slightly unpleasant, and finally he said: "Regarding this issue, I would like to discuss it with classmate Ye Xiaoxuan after class. Now, everyone, let's start writing the composition."

I didn't leave a note, but I think Joe will know it's me - the little girl who once brought him unpleasant memories during his early days as a teacher. I also know that Joe will understand my apologies from the bottom of my heart. No matter where we are, when we hear the same song, we will surely show the same smile.

Joe's dormitory is in a mess. His classmates told me that Joe went back to his internship school to say goodbye to those kids. They also said that Joe is a sensitive person, like a girl, who can't forget anything.

Zhou Huajian "Forget Worry Grass"

The person who was loved dearly but had to part with unwillingly.

Often there is fate but no opportunity.

"若即若离"附赠故事唱片B面1。

Meeting you and me, who come and go, it is better to hope for a faint smile.

I don't think so. A good author should not only feel their own inner world, but also be able to sense and empathize with others' inner world. We have already moved past the time of elementary school students writing diaries. Do you feel that emphasizing authenticity in this way is somewhat outdated?

However, Qiao ended his internship early without finishing the essay. It was said that his mother, who lived in a very remote and impoverished village that required several transfers by car to reach, had passed away after falling ill. Qiao's mother was actually his stepmother, but she had worked tirelessly to support Qiao and his younger brother through high school and university. This time, Qiao must be heartbroken. Song Dian Dian told me that Qiao's home is in a very remote and impoverished village that requires several transfers by car to reach. Many families there cannot even afford electricity.

It was three months later when I heard news about Joe again. At that time, we were nervously preparing for exams. Classmates were discussing that Joe had given up the opportunity to stay in the city for employment and went back to his hometown to teach. Some said he was foolish, while others said he was great. I skipped class and hurriedly went to Joe's school. I didn't know why, but I really wanted to see him.

Joe looked at me and smiled, saying, "Isn't your question a bit too big, like the title of the paper our professor gave us?"

It's time for the composition class again. Qiao wrote the title on the blackboard: "The Mood of Listening to Music." Qiao said, "I believe that every student has their own favorite songs to listen to. This composition is about writing down your feelings after listening to a certain song. I only have one requirement, which is to be sincere and genuine. I don't like superficial and pretentious articles."

I really like this song, it has a light and fresh feeling like a folk song. Is there really such a little grass that can make you forget all your troubles? I spread out my pen and paper to write about my feelings after listening to it. The casual and leisurely writing style is my favorite, of course Joe won't like it, and he definitely won't give it a high score. But of course, I don't mind.

Face the coldness of life fiercely.

Affected? How can I not be angry!

Story Music Clue: In the classroom, Joe and I started arguing like this...

Jo's words hurt me deeply. I believe he must have been insinuating something about me. So I couldn't help but stand up and ask, "Jo, what do you think is true creative work?"

So I asked, "Do you think that as middle school students, we must always write about our own experiences?"

Previously, I would definitely have followed Song Dian's theory, but this time I held back, feeling a bit guilty when thinking of Qiao. Perhaps I really should re-examine myself?

"That's natural," Joe said.

Heartache, heartache, the matter is too trivial to mention.

Qiao doesn't like my composition, that's for sure! After I wrote a composition that I felt quite good about, he only wrote five stiff words as comments: "Don't be too sentimental." It's not an exaggeration to say that these five words almost made me vomit blood. Unfortunately, my desk mate, Song Dian Dian, added insult to injury by saying, "The comment is on point. Ye Xiaoxuan, you are too sentimental in your writing, and some of the adjectives you use, I've never even heard of."

On that Sunday, during the radio's song request program, many students in our class heard Joe dedicate a song to us, and it was actually the song I like, "Forget-me-not". Joe said: "Forgive me for leaving in a hurry, there are many things I haven't finished. This song is for you, especially for classmate Ye Xiaoxuan who likes this song. I wish you all to be admitted to your ideal high school, and may every student happily spend their youth and forget all the unhappiness!"

Before leaving, I left a CD on Qiao's luggage, it's the album "Forget Worry Grass" by Zhou Huajian. Only then did I realize that Qiao actually likes Zhou Huajian too. Behind the door of their dormitory, there is a photo of Huajian with a smiling face.

The whole class burst into laughter.

The whole class fell silent.

After school, the sky had already darkened. I walked home alone, with my head down, thinking about the recently arrived intern teacher, Qiao, who couldn't help but make me laugh. In fact, I don't like Qiao, and I even dislike his appearance in cheap suits, which reminds me of an idiom: "hypocritical appearance". I laughed because I had outsmarted him in today's composition class, getting my revenge.

I gave Bai Song a cold look, and he envied me, but it doesn't matter. Unlike Qiao, who looks down on me, he's just a young man who hasn't even graduated from college. Maybe he doesn't know that I have published tens of thousands of words in publications across the country. Even our head teacher, Teacher Zhou, who has been teaching for more than twenty years, has never treated my carefully crafted compositions so ruthlessly and perfunctorily.

Female lead singer: Ye Xiaoxuan.

I unexpectedly passed by Qiao.

Beautiful life, kind-hearted people, heartache and sadness are too insignificant, the encounters of you and me, it is better to have a faint smile than to know each other, forget the worries and it will be fine, how much do we know in dreams, one day at the ends of the earth, on a certain island, on a certain year, month, day, and a certain embrace, gently by the riverside grass, quietly waiting for eternity...

We heard this song in the classroom. The effect of the semiconductor is not very good, but everyone listened with tears in their eyes.

I know that I have always been a girl with self-esteem and unwilling to lose. Maybe I really made it difficult for Joe to accept, but it was he who hurt me first and I was just defending myself. Actually, I feel terrible too. When I got home, I lay on the sofa and the TV was playing Zhou Huajian's new song "Forget-me-not": Let us who are weak learn to be cruel and face the coldness of life fiercely... The people we love but cannot be with often have fate but not destiny... Actually, I feel terrible too. When I got home, I lay on the sofa and the TV was playing Zhou Huajian's new song "Forget-me-not": Let us who are weak learn to be cruel and face the coldness of life fiercely... The people we love but cannot be with often have fate but not destiny...

Theme Song Lyrics: Let the weak of us understand cruelty.

I asked Song Dian Dian how she knows everything, and she replied with some meaningful implications: "We all like Teacher Qiao and enjoy chatting with him, except for you, Ye Xiaoxuan, who always keeps a distance."

Music Inspiration Paragraph: On that Sunday, many classmates in our class heard Joe dedicating the song "Forget-me-not" to us on the radio request show. Joe said, "Forgive me for leaving in a hurry, many things have not been done. This song is dedicated to you, especially to the classmate Ye Xiaoxuan who likes this song. I wish you all to be admitted to your ideal high school, and I hope that every student will happily go through their youth and forget all the unhappiness!" This song is dedicated to you, especially to the classmate Ye Xiaoxuan who likes this song. I wish you all to be admitted to your ideal high school, and I hope that every student will happily go through their youth and forget all the unhappiness!

Beautiful life, kind people.