Let me start with myself:

After 21 years, I will be 42 years old, and I will have a wife and a child (or N children, hehe), and I will be busy for my family.

Next, everyone:

After 21 years, everyone's age will be 21 years old, and some people will be born and some people will die.

Finally, society: < p Social development will be faster and faster; Science and technology will become more and more developed; The environment will get worse and worse; The earth may disappear!

21 years later, our school

When we middle-aged people walked into the hall of our alma mater's auditorium, everyone had a CD in their hands, which was an old song "Young Friends Meet". There is such a phrase in the song: "In another 21 years, we will meet, how beautiful the great motherland will be!" Do you remember? Twenty years ago, we sang this song to bid farewell to our alma mater! From then on, we agreed that we would meet again in twenty years. Go back to your alma mater. Look at our dear teacher. . . Today, twenty years later, we finally came to keep our appointment.

twenty years, which is a long appointment. See the teacher with gray temples! Still familiar with the smile, the rings of the years are engraved on the face full of sunny smiles, and we can't help but burst into tears. Teacher! How are you? Twenty years! This appointment is so long! We went from a young man and a little girl in their prime to middle age day by day. Teachers have reached retirement age. Dear teachers and classmates. We held hands and looked at each other, "teacher! How are you? " Old classmates! How are you doing? "

twenty years, this appointment came so quickly, it seems that we haven't had time to prepare a decent gift for our alma mater and teachers! The time for the appointment has arrived. Time flies, a snap of your fingers! When our teachers and students get together. It doesn't seem to have changed much. It seems that it was yesterday that my classmates read. . .

twenty years, this appointment is so heavy. Every time I think of this party in twenty years. "Raise a glass to praise the hero, who belongs to the glory?" We dare not slack off at all. We young college students, who are full of vigor and vitality, bear the hope of the motherland, the trust of the nation, the burden of the family and the beam of the unit above their heads. We have gone through 21 years step by step, more than 7,311 days and nights, and we have not rested. We have not failed the expectations of teachers. When we gather here today. We said to each other, "Teachers and students! Hard work! "

twenty years, this contract is so chic! Some of the students have become national cadres and pillars. Some have become scholars, teachers or professors, educators, some soldiers, and so on. No matter what you do, your grades and your position, after all, we have all contributed to the society and the country. When we get together, we can raise our glasses and look back. We can say loudly, "We have a clear conscience!"

twenty years, this long-agreed date is so fascinating to us! Let go of my work and family affairs, from southern China and northern Xinjiang, in order to fulfill the agreement made 21 years ago, and today, 21 years later, dear teachers and classmates, we finally get together again! How can this situation not make people feel ups and downs, and tears touch their hearts?

teachers and classmates, everyone hugs each other and cries, which is the tears of joy when meeting each other. Meeting is joyful and short-lived. Let's enjoy this short-lived joy to the fullest! Enjoy the aftertaste. Let's meet again: "We'll meet again in twenty years! At that time, dear old classmates and teachers, you must come! "

As an ancient saying goes, "It's difficult to meet each other, but it's also difficult to leave." However, with the rapid development of the information age, the reunion of classmates became "it's easy to leave when meeting each other."

It was a cloudless morning in Wan Li in 2125, and I sent it to the information receivers of my classmates in primary school through the information transmitter, which read: "Hi! Friends, come to my house tomorrow because I'm going to have a birthday party with the coordinates of CHINA 21111. 789, you come directly! In addition, I also posted a dynamic expression (absolutely cool)

By noon, all my classmates had received what I sent, and they all replied and must attend on time. Bobo studied the N-generation information connector of Happy Planet (the function is to enter the password and come from the space-time entry device, but it's crazy to want the password, but it's crazy not to want the password). . . . . .

I invited them to my home, and they told me about their work. Bobo took out a high-tech product from his bag and gave it to me: "You definitely need this thing. This is my recently invented biological resurrection medicine. As long as you hold this thing and press the A key on a creature, that creature will make this high-tech product get it back from Yan, and it will be absolutely alive and kicking." I made an experiment. My beloved parrot had its hair plucked out the day before yesterday because a hacker had PK with it. . . . . I pointed a at it with a biological resurrection potion, and suddenly its wings grew out, and its spirit and attack power were strengthened than before. I can't stop praising Bobo. Bobo said that I still have high-tech things to show you, so why praise me so quickly? Bobo turned on the scene controller (the function is to see what the creatures in the universe are doing now). When he saw Xiao Li's flying shot, there was a flash of lightning in the sky, and after the lightning, there was a Hu line, and the opponent's first keeper was stunned. I still have saliva in my mouth. . . . . . Bobo asked me about the situation now, and I said, "I have started a game company now, and I usually play RPG games, not bloody ones." The office is full of robots, and their energy is to release huge light wave energy from the keyboard, which can restore their physical strength.

hi! Everyone is reluctant to part with the sunset. The scene, the verve, is really "I hear them sighing after you"

"Bell …" I was awakened by an alarm clock and stretched myself. "Master, are you awake?" My robot Popper said happily, "You are going to attend the high school reunion today." As soon as I patted my head, I quickly put on my most satisfactory nano dress (it can change with your body every day and change styles at will), jumped into the suspended car and drove to school.

It's been 21 years since I graduated from high school. I'm anxious to see my classmates now, and I'm so anxious that I can't drive. So I turned on the car's automatic navigation system, selected my destination on the touch screen and lay comfortably in the car.

at last, I trotted to the classroom. As I arrived early, there was no one inside. Classroom-I looked at it carefully, and there was no big change. I found the seat where I used to sit and sat down, looking at the blackboard, and the scenes of the past were replayed in front of my eyes. The yellowed fragments of the past emerged from my mind and are still shining.

after a while, the students filed in and looked at the most familiar strangers, with mixed feelings in their hearts. Everyone looked at each other, their mouths kept squirming but they couldn't say a word. Hey, isn't that Xiao A standing at the edge of the platform? He is dressed in a suit and tie now, and he has lost his down-and-out appearance. He used to be the best student in our class. In today's era of knowledge economy, whoever won't make money will make money! And isn't that Xiao B? He used to be arrogant, and he was armed to the teeth by famous brands because his parents were high officials. Now he is obviously down and out, and ...

There are too many classmates, and great changes have taken place in everyone. For 21 years, it seems only yesterday to say that long is a person's life. At that time, we were all classmates in the same class and stood at the same starting line. What about now? Some people are successful in my official career, while others are mediocre all their lives. Who is to blame? Time!

There is a good saying: God is fair, and he gives everyone 24 hours a day; God is unfair. He doesn't give everyone 24 hours.

Today, it is the students themselves that make a great difference. It is really a saying, "If a young man doesn't work hard, the old man will be sad". Can you not be sentimental when you see that your classmates, who were not as good as their living conditions in the past, are now full of money in their pockets, and you are just a mediocre person?

"Bell ..." I woke up and realized that it was just a dream. Fortunately, it was just a dream. Through this dream, I realized that only by sowing well now can we get rich returns in autumn.

This kind of imaginary composition is easy to find.

Can I do it in p>21 years?

On Sunday, I was sitting at my desk with a pen, dreaming of me 21 years later-a brand-new me:

When I was a child, I was looking forward to becoming a teacher and giving all the knowledge I learned to my students. Now, 21 years later, I have become a teacher.

I wear glasses and sit at my desk carefully correcting the students' homework. "Report!" The math study committee messed up my thinking. "Come in!" I smiled and said to her, "How? Have you handed in your homework? " She frowned and said, "I'm not as good as my classmates." "What is his reason?" "I'm not sure." "Well, you call him and I'll ask him." "hmm!" She said and left. After a while, the classmate came. I put down my pen, took off my glasses and said to him calmly, "Why don't you hand in your homework again?" His face was flushed with swelling, and his head was very low. He managed to squeeze out a few words through his teeth: "I ... I ... forgot to do my homework because I was playing." The smile on my face was immediately put away: "Play is for fun, and learning is for learning. You should finish your homework before you play!" " I sighed deeply, and that classmate burst into tears. I comforted him and said, "Make up your homework, but it won't be allowed next time."

"Ding Rinrin ..." The bell rang, and I picked up my textbook and prepared lessons: "Let's go to class." I said to him. I came to the classroom, and the students sat neatly one by one. In class, none of the students spoke. They all cast their eyes on me. "Class!" " I said loudly. At this time, I gave them a lecture on the podium, and the students listened attentively to me. Perhaps it was because I spoke so well that a few birds flew around the classroom from time to time and kept chirping, so you seemed to say, "Well said! What a good speech! "

"Jingle, Jingle ..." The bell rang, and when I looked at the students' distant backs, I felt indescribable joy in my heart: Ah! They learned a little more knowledge, they were more sensible, and I did my duty again.

At this moment, I don't know who pushed me. I looked up and it was my mother. She pointed at me angrily and said, "Dead girl, I didn't hear you so much. You are daydreaming!" I smiled secretly. Thought: One day, this "daydream" will come true. From now on, I will study hard and fulfill my dream as soon as possible!