An article mourning old classmates

People leave every day. Maybe you will receive the news of the death of your old classmate on an ordinary day. Sentimental, as a man, it's hard to cry. Light a cigarette, one after another, to express our grief. The following is an article I compiled for you about mourning for your old classmates. I hope it works for you!

Articles in memory of old classmates 1

I have a little boy, the same age as me, a rooster, a classmate from primary school to junior high school and a class cadre at the same school all the way to high school. They all study hard, are competitive, and have been clamoring for strength all their lives.

At that time, we were the same: we were all small and weak, called skinny monkeys, and our fathers were village cadres; The family is poor, dressed in rags and patched, but they are all optimistic; I love learning, and I am the top student in my class. I win prizes every year? Five good students? They are all one of the outstanding students that the class teacher can respect most. The difference is: I am introverted, taciturn, not fond of talking and activities; On the contrary, he is outgoing, aggressive and glib (he once said he was a rooster and I was a hen). I am a platoon leader (monitor) in charge of 22 students, and my father is an accountant in the rural brigade; He is the monitor (group leader) in charge of five students, and his father is the accountant of the production team. I am the eldest of seven brothers and sisters in my family. I help my family a lot, and I am often late for school, so I am easily criticized by my teacher. He is the youngest of the three brothers in the family. His mother died early, was spoiled, didn't like to work, went to school early, and was always praised by the teacher.

In primary school, we had a good relationship. We live in a natural village four miles apart, but the seeds of friendship are deeply buried in our hearts. Every holiday or Sunday, you will come to my house to play when you are happy, and I will come to your house to play, and have a light meal if you don't leave. I only have two such feelings, and he is one of them. At that time, because? ""? Besides the popular little red book, eight modern model operas, etc. ""? All cultural books are regarded as? Fix everything? Burn it and don't publish it again. For me, who is eager for knowledge, I am very willing to visit his house. The key point is that his half-brother taught in Xinmi Coal Mine Middle School in Zhengzhou, and later became the director (principal) of the school reform committee. The second brother is also a high school student, with a scholarly family. There are many books at home, which I love to read. When I first saw two big wooden boxes of books in his house, my eyes were at a loss. Wow, so many books? ! There are also novels such as Red Rock, Flying Tigers, Lin Yuan and Water Margin. There are also youth story books, such as The Story of the Anti-Japanese Youth League. Comic books and teenage books are even more dazzling. At that time, I couldn't wait to borrow all these books, but his brother wouldn't let them out and hid them specially, otherwise it would be traced back to the source and burned. I remember that the first time he stole was the novel Biography of luliang heroes. After reading it, he let me see it. This book has no beginning and end pages. Hungry to see it, we talked about our feelings after reading it. The heroic feat of the militia in the book against the Japanese invaders, like a raging fire, deeply infected our young hearts and vowed to grow up to be a soldier and defend the motherland.

In junior high school, just in time? ""? In that crazy era when every village had schools, social organizations (people's communes) and poor middle peasants' management schools, Lei Feng did five good things every week to highlight politics while staying at school and studying hard in the morning and evening. After graduating from high school two years later, it is recommended in a ratio of one to one. After you get the approval of the poverty alleviation management Committee, take the unified examination in the whole region. Only those who pass the exam can be admitted to senior high school for two years, and then re-educated as educated young people who have returned to their hometowns and worked hard in the countryside for more than two years. Only people who are considered to have good social relations and backgrounds can be recommended to the University of Workers, Peasants and Soldiers. Or be recommended as a worker as a soldier, otherwise you will only farm in the countryside all your life and never lose hope. In that special era, the two of us, as school-age youths with good study and good foundation, were recommended to pass the political examination together and be admitted to the only high school in the county. After graduation, we were recommended by the Revolutionary Committee of the Party branch of the brigade to be private teachers in the brigade middle school, and were assigned to two classes of grade five in primary school and grade one in junior high school as Chinese teachers and class teachers. As a student, we have been colleagues and competitors for three years, and we have always got along well. We spent the lush years together in our hometown, strictly accepted the re-education of poor middle peasants, and expected two seniors who graduated from high school two years older than us to be private school teachers in the same school. Father and uncle work as accountants in commune supply and marketing cooperatives respectively, and they can also be recommended to colleges and universities as they wish. Rural to non-agricultural? Eat? Commodity grain? Take off? Straw shoes? Wear? Leather shoes? Being a national cadre or teacher and glorifying the life ideal of ancestors; I am also looking forward to having a father who is a branch secretary like my classmates as the backstage. As soon as I graduated from high school, I was recruited as a contract worker by the regional chemical fertilizer factory. I will soon leave the countryside and become a regular worker in the future. At the very least, you can join the army and mix in the army, and you will never be in the countryside!

In fact, in the winter of 1977, we recruited soldiers, and we both dreamed of going abroad. We both signed up for the army first, and then took the first college entrance examination in 77 when the college entrance examination resumed. The final result was that I was lucky that year: the whole brigade went to the army for physical examination, 13 people passed the physical examination, and 6 people were me, the 920 troops of Beijing Infrastructure Engineering Corps. I was happy for a long time. Finally, four soldiers were eliminated. There are 23 people in the whole brigade taking the college entrance examination. Only a barefoot doctor and I (a high school student who returned home) were admitted to a secondary school in this province, but my junior high school classmate was very poor and was eliminated twice, which dealt a great blow to his thoughts. So he became a soldier again in 1978, and finally got his wish. After serving in the army for four years, he joined the party, but failed to get a promotion. He changed his job and followed his two brothers to Xinmi Coal Mine. With his wisdom and ability, he studied in a correspondence university. 1988 changed jobs, entered the supervision department and personnel and labor department of the Mining Bureau, and settled here, got married and had children, and worked smoothly.

After 13 years, I met my primary school classmates again. I was the deputy director of the county office. One day, he suddenly came to my home in the county town in the uniform of the procuratorate staff. I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and he looks more graceful and charming. He is still the tall and thin man, still so humorous, smart and lively, eloquent, and sometimes he says some dirty work. But I'm more mature than before, and I don't care about your ears after drinking. Or maybe it's because I'm the guest of honor I am very happy when my old friends get together. I specially invited the chef of the county party Committee to help me cook a sumptuous family dinner, and specially invited several good high school students who worked in the county to accompany him. Finally, he and I were drunk. From then on to middle age, people are busy with their careers and families. Unlike now, they all have mobile phones to contact at any time, and they lost contact for 20 years. Because, during this period, I was transferred to another county at 10, and then transferred to work in the city, and I also changed two units. So he also changed several work units and went back to his hometown to visit relatives every few years, so it was difficult for him to see me again. However, we all know each other very well and often miss each other in our spare time. I don't know when we can meet again.

To 20 13? May day? I suddenly got a call from him asking about my situation and telling me that he had worked in Mei Zheng Group for ten years. He heard from his hometown classmates that I am now in Zhengzhou. He is very happy. After talking on the phone for a long time, he was dissatisfied and made an appointment to go to work after the holiday on May 4. I first went to his unit in the West Fourth Ring Road and recognized the door. On that day, I arrived by bike as promised. He met me in front of the towering office building. See you in 20 years. First of all, I look old, my face is dark, my eyebrows are heavy, and the wrinkles around my eyes are like knives. The thick black hair in the past has disappeared, replaced by sparse hair and gray sideburns. I have to dye my hair every once in a while. I feel younger than him, at least my hair is better than him. Secondly, different from the last hug, we stretched out a right hand at a distance, shook hands politely, then let go and led me to his spacious office for tea. After exchanging pleasantries, when asked about my current job, I said modestly that I was still far from you. I am a department-level armed minister in an enterprise, and I have two soldiers under my command. It can be seen that the habits of officialdom have been stained with a lot, and manners are also displayed there. I went in the afternoon, and I was going to talk for a while after meeting. He refused to say anything and insisted that I stay for dinner. I entertained him more than 20 years ago and insisted that his wife and children meet his family together. It was hard to refuse the offer, but the child ignored it that night and asked him later. Lovers have to be representatives of catching up with the past.

I remember that he held a private banquet that day, saying that he had a cerebral infarction after drinking three years ago and basically recovered after being rescued by the hospital. Now he and the director of the office come to get drunk with me again. I resolutely refused and advised him to put his health first, and there was still plenty of time. Later, his wife, son, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law and granddaughter all came to accompany us, which was very touching. Because I insisted on not drinking liquor, I drank two glasses of beer on the grounds of high blood pressure and illness, but my wife also drank a glass of beer. During the dinner, it is inevitable to talk about some past events in my hometown, and everyone lamented that life has been decades, which is really a blink of an eye. Educate the next generation to cherish youth. Young people don't work hard, but the boss is sad? Ah! I propose and agree to revisit his old place on May 8, and go to Kaifeng, the city where he worked for three years, to find our old classmates in high school? The manager of the city bookstore is loitering. He has a car to drive, and the government gives him oil, so he has plenty of time.

On May 8, the weather was not beautiful, but it rained moderately. We still insist on keeping the appointment, and our old classmates and the office director have been waiting in the hotel for a long time. On the way, he invited three old friends to accompany him by phone and didn't open the table until after one o'clock in the afternoon. Since June, when 12, 12 and 1 central eight regulations were published, public funds for entertaining old classmates were restricted by standards. He was very dissatisfied with eight people and eight dishes 1 soup, and there was no high-end dining table. Moreover, the manager's classmate said that he had a bad heart recently and was about to have an operation, so he changed the wine to tea. My wife and I still drank two glasses of beer, and he was even more unhappy. As a result, four people drank more than 2 kilograms of white wine, but they still didn't enjoy themselves. Afterwards, he told me that my old classmate, the manager, was put on airs and insincere, and his hospitality was not like appearance. He complained, threatened to drink at night, went to his old men, sang and danced after drinking, and so on. The manager and classmates are disgusted. I do persuasion and explanation at both ends, making people inside and outside. Therefore, we resolutely go back without dinner, and he will go back. On the way, he covered his face drunk and scolded my lover, who couldn't laugh. After returning to Zheng, I stopped contacting him for more than a year. I think he is too presumptuous, making fun of his own life and not listening to advice. He once thought he was not a fellow traveler. Later, he contacted me to handle it. I never met again.

However, on February 20 14, 14, I sat in my office and asked him for a fixed line. He said he missed me and just stepped down from the second line. He wants to talk to me. I think, after people get old, aren't there four classic words circulating in society? Have a wife, an old man, a lair and old friends? . As the saying goes:? Without gold, no one is perfect? As my junior, Zheng is just the two of us. I don't want to see him for so long. Maybe he learned something. Let bygones be bygones, so he and his wife invited him to stutter jiaozi at the Winter Solstice Festival on February 22, 65438, to chat and listen to his plans for the future. Who knows, this meeting turned out to be our farewell! That day, we saw that he was much older than a year and a half ago. His face is yellow and dull, and he looks listless. The lively and excited expression of the past is gone, and it looks like a sick plant. Later my wife felt the same way. However, when I asked him if he was ill, he denied it. I thought it was because he had just retired from the leadership position, and no longer received a monthly salary of more than 10000 (he said that his monthly salary was only more than 5000), and he could not go to work every day, which was caused by his short-term inadaptability. Fear syndrome? , will gradually adjust to come over, his wife also don't pick up our words, don't understand the real situation. He seemed to sum up his life that day: I have never been a master in my life, just like an old cow eating grass. I don't know how much money the rest of my family has, except that I now know that my salary card has 6.5438+0.5 million yuan. I don't know whether she manages money outside. I only told my family to make money and asked my wife for money all my life. I have nothing to do now, and I am very lonely. I will do something after the Spring Festival. During dinner, I mentioned that I used to be very kind to him and was an example for him to learn in life, but my old classmates in Kaifeng Bookstore were not interesting enough. I advised him to be optimistic after retirement. Everyone is old, so it's time to give up drinking and smoking. Health comes first, the rest is zero. We broke up after dinner, but he still asked his wife to finish the meal in advance, which embarrassed my husband and wife and made us plan to invite him again next time.

On the morning of February 27th, 65438, an old colleague and I were working in the East District. My junior called me and asked me if I was busy. He is on his way home from work after receiving his salary and wants to play with me. I said not in the morning, but in the afternoon. He said I'll contact you tomorrow! I said yes. The next day, I hurried back to my hometown county hospital without waiting for his call. It was my second brother who called and said that my elderly aunt was waiting for surgery and her cerebral infarction was bleeding again. Several cousins who go out to work have not come back from other places. I need filial piety. Later, the operation said that it was a brain tumor and it was in danger. I have to observe here and wait for the final good or bad result. On the afternoon of February 30th, 65438, my primary school classmate's wife Wang called me to report her grief. My primary school classmate had a sudden myocardial infarction at home at 9: 00 that morning and died in the west without waiting for an ambulance to rescue him! Her sobs made me cry. I haven't seen you for a few days, so I promise to meet you again in these two days. As a result, yin and yang are separated! I promised her that I would try my best to get back to his farewell ceremony before the cremation on April 4th, 20 15/KLOC-0. But my aunt turned into a vegetable after craniotomy, broke the oxygen bottle and drove west with a crane. The hospital informed me to prepare for the funeral. I am my eldest nephew, and my father asked me to stay at home and help with the funeral. I have to obey, so I can't attend the funeral of my primary school classmates. I feel so guilty!

My junior classmate, you died young, and your unit lost a good colleague, a good leader and a good employee. It is the family that lost a good husband, a good father and a good grandfather; Those who have lost a good relative, good friend and good buddy are relatives and friends; I lost a good boy, a good brother and a good classmate! You are alive, a friend, very casual and open-minded, and you don't hide your joys and sorrows; A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the two young people have no speculation about the past and the present. After the bumpy road of life, each has its own merits, which cannot be mentioned in the same breath. You left. This is a bronze mirror. Follow me all my life. Your voice and smile will last forever, your spirit will last forever, and your ideological vitality will last forever!

Farewell My little classmate, have a nice trip!

The second is about mourning for old classmates.

Time flows along the jade steps paved by the residual petals of begonia flowers. I wonder if you, my friend, can walk through the jade steps under Jiuquan. Every time I look back, I am full of sadness in my memory. I want to stay, and the opportunity to stay has been scattered into time, bringing fleeting condolences. With the spring water flowing through a river for three thousand years.

I still remember that you played solo in the fallen flowers by the river; I still remember you standing at the window where a grain of sand blew, blinded by your own thoughts. I still remember that your pen tip, between purple and desert, gave birth to a brilliant lingering. But even if I remember, I am destined to just remember, where did I know that you, my friend, were buried in Jiangchunshui?

All this is just following your elegant time. At Genting, on the river bank, on the bank of fallen flowers, in front of the sand shadow window, every night when you write and wander, and every month before you sing to flowers, how can this loess cover up your romantic life for half a century today? I would like to mourn your ghost and the eternal injury in your heart.

You said, since running water for three thousand years, a song for one thousand years, why bother to languish for beauty; You said that since the dust lasts for three thousand years, a grain lasts for a thousand years, why shed tears for Iraqis? You are no longer a leaf in the world. Your fingerprint is not only the footprint of history, but also the bookmark of history. Today, the page of history can no longer be turned over. Just because of your pen, it has gone with your soul and the river, playing in the clear glow of Leng Yue in the middle of the river.

In your pen, there is no beauty that will never grow old, and there is no so-called flashy fireworks, which will change at any time. But in your heart, there will always be her face, emerging in your III dream. The world has seen it all, and she has seen through it all. But today, you can't see her tears. Maybe in a note at some time, her heart will tremble for your pen tip, but now, all feelings have passed away, and the oath you bought with your life will eventually dissipate with the dust of the years.

Now, I am leaning against the window of the slanting moon alone, and I want to pay tribute to your soul in time. Want to complain without words, want to cry without tears?

The third is about mourning for old classmates

Your shadow will remain in my story forever. I suddenly think of you today, but the original thoughts like a flood have melted away at this time and turned into a gray woodcarving flower in my heart. It stagnates in the time and space as white as snow, snowflakes fall and your soul is buried. Cool snow water will nourish your body. Ten years of life and death are boundless, and the taste of parting is felt in my heart.

Time can heal all the pain, dilute the lost memories into flowers and naturally fall, lock all the grievances in the sealed box of the old days, dust the beautiful pictures of all the young flowers out of a picture book, and drift away with the wind of time. At this time, I am quietly knocking on the keyboard and thinking of you. My heart is like running water and my feelings are like the sunshine in early summer. I want to miss you with long tears; I wanted to use a sad poem to dig out your suffering before your death and the pain of being tortured by illness, so that I could not forget you; I wanted to sing a song "Friends" by Emil Wakin Chau, and I will deeply mourn you if I am moved by promiscuity. I want to hold your ashes with warm hands and stand in the wind where the blue sky meets the sea. Ren Haifeng blew your last residue in the world into the sea and finally disappeared without a trace. Unfortunately, I can't do all this, I can't do it, because in your struggle with the disease, I came to your side from the future, stroking your long hair, looking at your haggard face, leaving a tear of true feelings; Because I'm afraid of touching your disease, I'm afraid it will haunt me, too. Narrowness and selfishness wander in my blood and flock to my heart, but there are bouts of pain.

In the years since you left, I have been thinking about my retention of you when I was young. Keep our deep friendship; Wake up your love and pity for me; Untie our careful knot. Remember childhood, we have different fates. The god of friendship has taken care of you, and you have many sincere friends around you. God of life has taken care of you, teachers love you, classmates love you, friends love you, parents love you, and you are healthy physically and mentally; The god of victory has taken care of you, with excellent grades, flying on the horizontal bar and running like the wind on the runway; Beauty has taken care of you. Your hair is black as ink, your skin is healthy and dark, your long curved eyebrows are inlaid with big eyes as bright as black gems, your delicate nose, thin lips, almond face and pointed chin make people feel good about you. You are a clean and tidy child. Hair is always so smart and bright; Teeth are as white as shells; There is not a trace of dirt on the nails, the school uniform always smells of washing powder, and the book is wrapped in white paper. After a long time, wrinkles and macula will be less.

As for me, since I was a child, I was withdrawn and willful, not neat and eccentric, so I was extremely unpopular among my classmates and teachers. Sadness and resentment are my instinct, always wandering in loneliness; Always shed tears in the cold; Always resentful in gratitude and resentment; Always moving forward in hesitation. There is no clear goal, no long-term planning, and no beautiful vision. I don't know how long this life will last; I don't know why God is so unfair; I don't know how long loneliness and the shadow of loneliness will accompany me. In every cultural and sports class, I will sit under the kapok tree and look at the tall, dark trunk, which is as strong and dazzling as fire. Your shadow will emerge in my heart, beautiful and enthusiastic, upright and kind. Every time I cry and watch you and your classmates have fun, my heart becomes more lonely.

Maybe you noticed my lonely figure, maybe you felt my deep sadness, maybe you noticed my expectant eyes. At the end of my childhood, I finally waited for the spring flowers of friendship. I sit behind you, and you smile at me from time to time, warming my frozen heart for a long time; After class, you help me put away my textbooks and put them in my schoolbag, urging me to hurry up and get rid of slowness. We walked together on the way to school. Sunshine always touches your face and lengthens your shadow. We talked and laughed all the way, sometimes chatting about interesting things in class, and sometimes imitating the transformation movements of beautiful girls in cartoons. The sun shines on our happy faces and on our happy laughter. I felt so happy at that time.

Out of childhood, you were admitted to No.6 Middle School, and I stayed in the newly-built third-rate school. You wrote me a letter the summer vacation after I graduated from primary school. There are many touching feelings hidden in the letter. There are memories of our beautiful childhood between the lines, your tenderness, your joy and disappointment. What a sincere friendship. At that time, I didn't understand your mature and elegant prose style. I only knew that you still missed our friendship, so I hastily replied to the letter and folded it like a pickle. There were many irrelevant words in it. In the six years of high school, we were busy with our studies, and we had our own circle of friends, with little contact. In high school, we met at the same tutor's house. At the moment you entered the door, your dark eyes found me, so you shouted my name enthusiastically, and I, for some reason, tried to respond to you, but I avoided your eyes. Since then, I have a deep regret, an unspeakable ominous omen. Many years later, we met on campus, and I called your name. How I wanted to explain that avoidance, how I wanted you to look at me, how I wanted you to smile at me, but you pretended not to see it and galloped past me. From then on, an inexplicable regret and regret tormented me and corroded my soul, and I became sensitive and fragile. Every friendship lost because of misunderstanding is tightly wrapped around my regretful heart, devouring my restless soul and prolonging my emptiness and loneliness. In such a torment, my heart ached faintly, and I tried to save it and try to keep it. On the phone, I poured out a lot of worries to you and invited you to play ball, go shopping and swim in the playground. You kept your appointment on time, but I clearly saw your cold expression and strange eyes. After a long time, I feel I can't find it back. You have a new friend, a confidant who has been with you for six years. I, too, started a different life path and met the friend who made me dream of my life.

Since then, we have lived in peace. It's just that time is like water, so fast. I didn't expect that you were tortured to death by illness at a young age, but you couldn't go to see you for various reasons. Just listening to friends talk about your situation reminded me of you. Now, you have been gone for ten years, do you know? Shortly after you left, your mother adopted a child. Now she is ten years old, healthy and lively. You should not regret letting her be with your mother.

Today, I suddenly thought of you, and I no longer regret or complain. That careful knot is nothing, but the friendship that once lasted forever in my heart is enough. I remember, you are the most important passer-by in my life. Fate binds us together. Those memories, those moved youth, will be deeply buried in their hearts and will never fade.