Breakfast Essays of That Year

Breakfast Essays of That Year. In life, different people have different choices of beautiful essays. Some people like more lyrical essays. , and some people like classic beautiful articles. And good beautiful articles can make people settle down. Below is the beautiful breakfast article I shared with you about that year. Welcome to read! Breakfast article of that year 1

Gently stir the soy milk, the fragrance is filled, and the light is intoxicating. It is still this shop, I sit quietly in this place again, my thoughts are flying, penetrating this warm morning light , I saw you walking into my sight again in a daze, with a crisp voice, a sweet laugh, graceful steps, and a delicate fragrance.

I remember that year, every day for breakfast that year, I had to come here early and sit in this place, waiting for a girl like Xiaofang, who had a pair of beautiful big breasts. eyes, and her braids are thick and long, because she also comes here for breakfast every day.

At that time, we were very pure and simple. You will often smile when you see me, and occasionally sit at my table. We are not strangers, because we live in a village. I live on this side of the village and you live on the other side of the village. But we are not very familiar with each other, because my parents moved our family here when I was twelve years old, and we didn’t live here for a long time. This was not my hometown when I was a child, so we couldn’t play together. But we all have a habit, we all like to come here to have breakfast. You don’t know that I have developed the habit of coming here to have breakfast because of you.

At that time, we were very pure and simple. When we were in the third grade of elementary school, we were in the same school, in the same grade, but in different classes. In every corner of the school, including the playground, I would often catch your figure, and then watch from a distance, your braids flying back and forth, your figure fluttering like a butterfly. I remember one time in the school library, I was reading "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and you were reading "Flowers in the Mirror". You suddenly came over and asked: "I want to read your copy, can I change it?" Until a long time later , I realized that if you didn’t like me, why would you have taken the initiative to strike up a conversation that time.

We were very pure and simple at that time, and it was the same until junior high school and high school. Finally one day, I mustered up the courage to ask you to play. Finally one day, I can hold your little hand, walk on the stone bridge and riverside, ride a bicycle through the streets and alleys. The ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the fish and rice town, whether it is stone bridges, rain alleys, bamboo forests, or awning boats, all have our footprints and our songs are floating around. At that time, we will cry for the fallen leaves, sad for the flying geese, smile for the coming of spring, and rejoice for the blooming flowers. Most of the boys and girls here who were born in the 1970s had the same way of playing at that time.

At that time, we were very pure and simple. You will lean on my shoulder, and I will play "Shanghai Beach" for you on the harmonica, and I will also play "Horse Racing on the Mountain" for you. Occasionally, I have the luxury of going to the only movie theater in town, which costs a few cents for popcorn and a few cents for soda cans. Watch "Since Ancient Times Heroes Became Young Men" and also "Lin Hai Xue Yuan". Later, you graduated as a kindergarten teacher and worked in a kindergarten. When you smiled, you looked like a child king. One day you jokingly said to me: "You are as smooth as an old fried dough stick." After a pause, you blushed and said: "But I am willing to make soy milk."

In my eyes, You have all the specialties of a girl from an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. You are as beautiful as a butterfly flying, as free and easy as white clouds, as elegant as catkins flying, as gentle as ripples, as pure as jasper, as fragrant as tea, as elegant as poetry, you She should be like a beautifully dressed Tang Dynasty beauty, classical, elegant, and dignified. I never thought you would compare yourself to soy milk. What do girls think?

But I still like your words very much. I don’t know if this is related to love. I am drunk and feel full of happiness. 02 Fried dough sticks and soy milk, isn’t it a perfect match?

Did you know? I have had countless fantasies about the future and breakfast in a certain year.

The lazy morning sun shines through the glass window into my kitchen, where I see a plate of red bean paste buns, a few fried dough sticks, and two bowls of soy milk. I am a young man in my prime, and you are a bride with long hair reaching her waist. You sit opposite me and look at me with a sweet smile. Then, you will say with a smile: "Breakfast is simple, we will make do, and the future will be long."

Then, I am already a middle-aged man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, and you are a yellow-faced middle-aged lady. Sitting across from me, looking at each other. At that time, perhaps our family was full of children, eating together warmly, and living a simple but healthy life.

Until I have lost all my teeth and you have gray hair, we are still in our kitchen, hugging each other for warmth and looking at the breakfast on the table. Just look and see. At that moment, if you murmured to me and asked: "Are you still looking forward to such a breakfast?" At that moment, I would say to you: "If there is an afterlife, why not marry me again?"

Although fantasies are still fantasies, a little naive, a little ridiculous, and a little wishful thinking, at that time my life was full and full. That was the happiest time I felt.

Ideals are very full, reality is very skinny, good times are always in a hurry, very short, very short. This feeling can be recalled, but why was it at a loss at the time.

I have many brothers and average family conditions. Your parents seem to be very disappointed. I know they don’t like me. So I stopped studying. I wanted to go to work in the city. I wanted to make a lot of money. I wanted to visit your home with a bride price. However, the society is complex and the world is difficult, far beyond my imagination. What I learned in class is basically useless. Moving bricks on the construction site, carrying sand and stirring, is exhausting. After several years of hard work, not only is there still a breeze in my sleeves, but I am also scarred and have failed.

So I couldn’t step into your home, so sometimes we could only go on a few secret dates. So later I found out that your parents had already found a blind date for you whose family background was much better than mine. One day, you suddenly said to me: "Break up, I don't like you anymore." I know you are a filial daughter and you dare not go against your parents' wishes, but why is there still a trace of sadness in your eyes? Reluctant, why is there still a trace of sadness? I know you are lying. You have changed, you have become depressed, you have become unhappy, you have become indifferent to food and drink, and you have gradually become frail.

In March of that year, in the miserable spring rain, you went to a distant place. From then on, the sky and the earth became dim, and the mountains and rivers became desolate. From then on, my world was frozen and it was difficult to see the sun. Are you not coming back? I don’t see your cheerful smile, I don’t see your graceful figure, I don’t see your untied braid of green ribbons like a waterfall. I have never imagined how you could be like this without you. You don't know that I will be very unaccustomed to it from now on, and you don't know that from now on I will be afraid of being alone.

Beside the small bridge, on the Lion Mountain, in the bamboo forest, beside the clear water, I walked silently alone in the places where we once played together. I was pursuing, I was searching, and I was capturing the remaining fragrance of you. No matter how time passes, it can never take away the sadness in my heart, which lingers in my dreams and affects my heart. I have changed, I have become confused, I have become lonely and wandering, I have become addicted to tobacco and alcohol, and I have gradually become haggard and vicissitudes of life.

I want to leave this painful place and find a strange environment to slowly heal this serious internal injury. I hate, I hate God, I hate why God just gave me candy and turned around and slapped me hard again. The pain of this slap will be unforgettable for the rest of my life. Is this how life should be? Is this a level that I must go through in my growth? Is it necessary that the thought of it will break my heart forever.

"White Moonlight, somewhere in my heart, so bright, but so cold, everyone has a sadness..." I like this song sung affectionately by Zhang Xinzhe, every time When the night is quiet and my mind is restless, I listen to "White Moonlight" again, "You are my unspeakable pain. I want to forget it, but I can't help but think about it..." Who can share it with me.

Without my beloved, the harmonica has ceased to play. Only in my dreams, I play the song "Horse Racing on the Mountain" for you. Your laughter is sweet, your eyes are bright, and your braids are still thick and long. How I want to put my arm around your shoulders, how I want to grab a ray of fragrance, and I still have many words to talk to you.

But when I woke up, there was only the silver-white moonlight all over the ground, illuminating the lonely bed, which made me feel helpless and desolate in this strange place.

"When the Qingming Festival comes, it is easy to be sad, and the rain is panic, and the screens are wet. A few yellow flowers can express sorrow. Where are the two purple swallows coming back, how can I bear to look at them, and they will become a pair again. Don't regret it at the beginning. The time is cool and the sun is setting. The song is hard to stop, and the red sleeves are fragrant. I put my wine in the wind and sing, and my heart is full of love. "

The song I wrote is called Jiang Chengzi. The lovesickness sacrifice is for our past years, for lovesickness, and for love.

Time flies by in a flash, without thinking about it, it will be unforgettable. Who is using words to convey sorrow and a ray of love, singing softly in the desolate moonlight. A heart staggers, like a cobweb after the rain, dilapidated and unable to withstand the ravages of the wind. Who is sighing softly, forget, the past that once did not want to be remembered.

If I hadn’t returned to my hometown, if this town hadn’t retained its charm, if it hadn’t been for this breakfast shop still being in the same place, it reminded me of the past that I didn’t want to remember, so I decided to come in and have a drink. A bowl of soy milk, I want to feel if the taste is still as sweet and fragrant as before.

More than ten years have passed. Although the uncle’s hands and feet are now a little slow, his enthusiasm is still the same. Today, I am sitting here again in this place, drinking soy milk quietly, and thinking of what you said, I can't help but feel sad, alas! In the next life, I will make fried dough sticks and you will make soy milk...Breakfast Essay of That Year 2

Hunger and loneliness are two unbearable feelings for human beings. These two feelings are caused by the evolution of humans from animals. , resulting from the foraging consciousness and social consciousness inherited in genes. They have the same characteristic, that is, when they cannot be satisfied, they will produce a more negative feeling-fear.

In today’s fast-paced world, no matter how busy we are, we must try to find time to spend with our families. If there are children at home, we must have at least one meal together every day. Sitting together as a family is a way to eliminate The best way to resolve these two feelings.

At Yue’s request, Mingzhi walked home with her. When we walked to the door of Yue's house, it was past six o'clock, the sky was dark, and the street lights on both sides of the road had already been lit.

Stop.

"Come to my house for dinner tomorrow," Yue said to Mingzhi.

"When?" "Six-thirty in the morning." "So early, now?"

"My parents' orders, but the decision is mine." Yue said , took Mingzhi’s left hand and looked at it.

"Do you want to bring a door gift?" Mingzhi asked weakly.

"Orally, all students can do it with their bare hands."

"Okay!" Mingzhi replied a little confused.

This was also the first time Mingzhi wanted to see Yue’s parents. Although he sent Yue home once in high school, he didn’t have to come in to say hello. Besides, Yue’s parents were not at home at that time, so naturally they didn’t. So nervous now.

"I've checked the road again for you. You won't be late tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, I remember." "Okay, I'm going in, bye! Remember not to Do unnecessary things." Yue reminded Mingzhi again to be empty-handed, lest he become too clever.

"Remember, go in, bye!"

Today is the weekend, and he will not go back to the school dormitory. After sending Yue off, Mingzhi originally planned to take the bus and go home directly. I was really tired after walking so much in the afternoon. Now that something like this happened suddenly, Mingzhi's thoughts were a little confused. He was hesitating whether to walk home and sort out his thoughts.

"Beep!" - mobile phone text message prompt tone.

Opening the text message, it was from Yue, "Go home early, don't think too much!"

Mingzhi scratched his head, replied "Okay", and went directly to the platform. Taking the bus home, "Anyway, if someone is there to protect me, nothing will go wrong."

Have a good night's sleep.

The next day, October 10th, was a perfect day. Although the alarm clock was set to ring at half past five, at five o'clock, my eyes could not be closed. looking at the ceiling.

After washing up, it was still dark, so I went out and wandered all the way. When we arrived at Yue's house, the street lights were still on, and I felt that I had never been so nervous before the college entrance examination.

“Let’s go in!” Yue went out to greet Mingzhi.

"Get up so early?" "I knew you would come early, and I have been waiting for you."

Yue's home is on the first floor.

Yue shouted "Coming!".

Yue’s parents came over to say hello.

The whole family is wearing casual sportswear with hoods. Yue is wearing pink, Yue’s mother is wearing white, and her father is wearing blue. At first glance, they look like a family. Yue and her mother are just like each other. Carved from the same mold, the hair is short. The contrast made Mingzhi, who was wearing trousers and a shirt, a bit conspicuous.

It’s not tidied up, it’s a bit messy, don’t be polite.”

Dad then said, “Don’t be restrained.”

Mingzhi was about to change his shoes when Yue from behind pushed Mingzhi. on his back, signaling him to hurry in.

Mingzhi, who was still extremely nervous, looked around and without putting his slippers on, he entered the door one after another with Yue.

Entering the door, Mingzhi was a little dumbfounded. It was completely different from what he had imagined.

When deciding what to wear before going out, I put a lot of thought into it.

Yue Shi told herself that her parents are both middle- and high-level people in foreign companies, so the family should be relatively wealthy. The decoration cannot be said to be luxurious. It is not modern and fashionable, but also classical and retro, the kind often seen in TV dramas; so , the formal wear of a suit and shirt will naturally not lose too many impression points, and it can blend in with the environment even when sitting down.

The scene in front of me was far beyond my expectation.

First of all, the entrance is not made of marble or floor, but paved with pebbles. Along the wall is a pond about one meter wide, with red, white, red and white and other colors of koi in the pond. Wandering slowly, a transparent glass covers the pond between the porch and the living room. Mingzhi walked through the glass and watched the koi fish pass under his feet. He was really afraid that he would accidentally break the glass.

Walking into the living room, what caught Mingzhi’s attention was a mini version of a rockery made of Taihu stones. Some green plants he didn’t recognize were arranged on the rockery. Slow water flowed in from the water outlet above the rockery. The semi-circular pond below looks like a thin waterfall, with several water lilies floating on the surface of the pond.

Directly in front of the living room is the floor-to-ceiling glass door leading to the garden. On the left and right walls, there are brackets made of crossed beige wooden strips, covered with vines of various green branches and leaves. Look down along the vines. , all merge into the white plastic circular pipe between the pond and the wall. There is a 42-inch LCD TV hanging in the middle of the vines on one wall. The TV is on, showing the pause screen of Need for Speed. It should be someone who was playing PS2 before.

Facing the TV, there is a bench used in the park that can accommodate three people. On the right side of the bench is a trash can with an open-mouthed frog that I saw in the zoo when I was a child. It's a street light.

Yue pushed Mingzhi forward from behind.

Walking into the living room, you will find the kitchen on the left. The kitchen is quite large and there is nothing special about the decoration. However, there is a rather eye-catching apple on the corner of the countertop, which looks like a big apple cut horizontally. The device is about one meter in diameter. There is a white pillar in the middle that supports the base and the other half that is cut. Various vegetables are planted in the half of the base, and there is a lighting device above.

Between the living room and the kitchen, there is a dark red square wooden table, surrounded by four long benches of the same color, which should be a dining table for eating.

The contrast between the visual picture and the idea in my mind was quite large, and Mingzhi was a little confused.

Yue pushed Mingzhi to sit down on the bench in front of the TV, and ran to the kitchen to help her mother prepare breakfast. Yue's father turned off the PS2 and the TV and sat down next to Mingzhi.

"The house is very messy. I just came back and haven't had time to clean it up yet." Yue's father took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it as he spoke.

"This is the first time I have seen such a decoration," Mingzhi answered.

"How do you feel?" Yue's father asked a little proudly.

“It’s like being in a park.”

“Well, these plants and scenery were all designed by Yue’s mother, and I helped her make the water circulation system.”

"Don't these plants use soil?"

"They are all hydroponically grown. They are connected to the water used to raise fish in the pond and are recycled. The fake Taihu stone over there is a filtration system inside."

"It should be considered engineering, ac" Mingzhi replied.

"Oh? Haven't you been painting? Why didn't you take the art college entrance examination?" Yue's father asked.

“I originally planned to take the exam, but then I felt that I might not be able to support myself immediately after graduating from art college. After graduation, I wanted to develop in the direction of animation, so I wanted to learn some computer skills in college, but my score in the college entrance examination was not enough. , was transferred to the AC major."

Yue's father nodded, "What are you studying now?"

"Freshman year is mainly about advanced mathematics, some basic courses in general physics, I have learned some C language programming. "

"Haha, we are still half in the same industry. Are you doing anything? **Same language.

"I am learning some Maya and 3dmax software, and I feel that animation will still develop towards 3D animation in the future."

"You are wrong, you are wrong, for animation it is still 2D is more expressive than 3D, don’t go astray.”

“Why? Aren’t all foreign “Toy Story” and “Nimo” already produced in 3D using software like MAYA? "?" Mingzhi asked a little confused, Yue's father's words were completely different from his own thoughts.

"Do you know how many huge software teams were behind the production of the sea scene in "Titanic" to write plug-ins for the MAYA software? Animation is about telling stories after all, and the beauty of the picture is completely expressed in 2D. That’s enough. You also watch Japanese animation, right? Why haven’t you switched to 3D animation production after so many years?”

After hearing what Yue’s father said, Mingzhi seemed to think it was reasonable, but he still wanted to do more. Understand better, so that you can completely stop thinking about 3D production.

"That makes sense, uncle. Let me ask again, aren't 3D movies and 3D TVs starting to become popular now? Isn't this the trend in the future?"

"Haha , those are all deceptive. Do you need to wear glasses to watch current 3D movies and 3D TV? ”

“Well, yes”

“That’s right. By shooting with two cameras at the same time, the illusion of the human brain is used to produce a 3D effect. Let me ask you," Yue's father said with excitement about his profession, and picked up his cigarette case, "You use two eyes. Look, is this cigarette case three-dimensional?"

Mingzhi nodded.

"Close one eye and see if this cigarette box is still three-dimensional?"

Mingzhi nodded again.

"Then you say that the 3D appearance of the picture has something to do with people's eyes?"

"What does that have to do with?" Mingzhi shook his head to express his understanding, and continued to ask.

"Screen resolution..." Yue's father was talking excitedly when Yue ran over and interrupted their conversation.

"Okay, okay, it's time to eat. Dad really can't stop talking. It's the first time Mingzhi comes to the house for dinner, and he's at a loss as soon as he talks."

"Haha, occupational disease, occupational disease."

Although Yue's father has not finished speaking, Mingzhi generally accepts the suggestion that the direction of 3D animation needs to be revised. Sui Yue's father got up and came to the dining table. At Yue's father's greeting, he sat down.

"Young man, study hard and you will have a bright future in the future." Yue's father added another sentence. "Dad!" Yue called from the side, reminding his father to stop talking.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Eat, eat."

Yue and his mother began to serve breakfast on the table. There were four large white plates with four square gold pieces in each. A yellow egg pancake, with two grilled sausages on the left, three or four green vegetables neatly arranged on the right, and two slices of tomatoes directly on the top of the plate. It is simple, but the color combination looks very comfortable.

Yue took four more glasses and a box of milk from the refrigerator, poured them into the four glasses, handed them to his father and Mingzhi respectively, and then handed them a fork each. , mother and Yue also sat down.

"Come on, come on, come on, let's touch it first, let's reunite the family!" Yue's father suggested as he picked up the milk glass. After the four of them clinked the glasses, they took a sip and put it down.

"Mingzhi, isn't it strange to ask you to come for breakfast?" Yue's mother asked.

“Well, Ting Yue said before that your family basically only eats breakfast together.”

“Well, usually Yue’s father and I come back very late from work at night. , but the family always wants to get together every day, so we decided to have breakfast together.”

“Breakfast is the most important thing in our family,” Yue next to me added.

"Well, it's pretty good," Mingzhi replied while eating breakfast, "It's really delicious. The eggs have a milky flavor."

"The butter used is more flavorful. It’s more nutritious, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to get used to it.”

“You’re used to it! This milk seems to taste different.”

“Well, it tastes like skim. A bit weird, right?"

"No, no, it's quite catchy."

"Mingzhi, are you free today?" Yue's father asked.

"Yes."

"Let's go on an outing together?"

Mingzhi didn't know how to answer, so he looked at Yue opposite, asking for help.

"If you have nothing to do, let's go together. After dinner, you go home and change your clothes first, and prepare your bicycle by the way. We will call you when we pass by your house, and then we will meet up together." Yue told Mingzhi the plan .

"Yeah, okay." Mingzhi nodded.

Finished breakfast while talking and laughing.

"Dad, Mom, let me take Mingzhi out first." Yue said to her parents.

"Okay, okay, I'll see you Mingzhi soon." Yue's parents said as they walked Mingzhi to the door.

"Okay, uncle, aunt, I'll see you soon. The breakfast was delicious. Thank you for the hospitality."

"Don't be too outspoken, just keep your mouth shut."

"Let's go, let's go!" Yue pushed Mingzhi out of the house.

"How is it? How do you feel?" Yue asked Mingzhi who breathed a sigh of relief next to him.

“It’s completely different from what I imagined.”

“Well, well, they are a living pair, you will know later.”

“ Your dad still plays PS2? ”

“Not my dad, they both play PS2, XBOX, and WII at home. One time I got up to go to the bathroom at night and saw the light in the living room was on, so I came out to watch it. Look, it turned out that the two of them were boxing on the WII, and they were arguing, but they were a pair of alternative parents."

"Haha, it's good."

"It's okay. , you will know when the time comes. Go back and change into sportswear. Dressing like this will make you look different.

"

"Well, I felt the same way just now. "

Yue saw Mingzhi off at the station, waved goodbye, and turned around to go home.

Mingzhi stood on the bus and breathed a sigh of relief again. What he had been holding on to before, this time I finally got off the bus and returned to my home a few stops after passing the Tuanjie Bridge.

Strange family, strange breakfast, but a warm feeling.