? ? In the dictionary, history is defined as all the events that happened in the past, and the records of these events. History can be recorded by spoken language and written or printed words on books, which is the most accurate method. It can also be vividly and graphically recorded by photographs, paintings,music, statues and so on.

? ? To be honest, I' m not good at history, but I do have a strong feeling that the history of a country or the entire human world is just like the history of an individual. Likewise, you can share your stories about your past experiences with others; you can write?a book about your past experiences. You might be unwilling to throw away the books that you used to read, even your textbooks of your least favourite subjects in school. You might be unwilling to separate from the games that you used to be obsessed by, even if they seem childish and out of fashion now. You might be unwilling to delete the photos that you took in the past, even if your photography level was too low at that time. You regard them as your invaluable antiques, because they are all loaded with your history, as well as the reminiscences and nostalgia in between. You can compare your experiences in recent years to modern and contemporary history, and those that happened many years ago ancient history, You would recollect and analyse your history like a historian studying the history of the entire human world. Having nothing to do, lost in retrospection, you would think why your memories seem so flattering. People admire classical culture because of the principle that distance produces beauty, which also applies to you. You would celebrate the day when you met someone whom you hadn' t seen for many years. You would feel eager to go to the places again that you visited many years ago. You would feel thrilled to know the names of the songs that you fell in love with once upon a time. You would hardly forget the first computer game that you ever played...... People observe anniversaries of important historic events. Similarly, you would remember those historic days when memorable things happened to you. You consider them as your own festivals and observe them in your own unique ways every year.

? ? There is no denying that you can never write a book of your own history and keep it virtually comprehensive for a long time until you get very very old. Several years or even several decades is just a small proportion of the history of a country, but a large one of an individual' s. I made?slides about my history 5 years ago. I wrote?from the very beginning of my life to the very contemporary time. But just half a year later, I found there were many new things to add. I still remember how excited I was when I compressed my history into my slides 5 years ago. But with time flying, my excitement faded away as I found increasingly enormous information to add. When it comes to the history of a country or the entire human world, historical information and knowledge seem to remain static for a very long time. A history textbook written many years ago still seems so comprehensive at present, as these recent years is just a short time relative to the entire history thousands of years long.

? ? Oh, we are time flyers, scaling the walls of time climbers, tired of playing hide and seek with time, and always coming just short. Yesterday, we mourned for the day before yesterday; today we are nostalgic for yesterday; tomorrow we will miss today so much. Our nostalgia is an endless journey, whose destination is always out of sight. It' s true that the older we get the more we feel time has wings. Therefore, the update on our history is getting increasingly rapid.

? ? My thought is wandering, wandering, to the page of my history that I cherish the most, which I still recall. In the morning, I woke up when the sun revealed its golden face, with the birds singing in the sky. In the night, the tendrils crept along the fences and danced in the moonshine. The days we had were the songs we sang together, still resounding inside my heart. We were the notes bouncing in the songs. The days we had were the pictures we drew together, more colorful than our crayons can paint, more colorful that the rainbow on the other side of the sky. Long before, long before, we were butterflies in the garden; we were clouds over the rainbow; we were fish in the fascinating undersea world. Way before, way before, the breezes borne our laughter in the air; the rain witnessed our footprints. Long before, long before, we had seasons freight with pure joy and fun. But the songs that we sang like the seasons have all gone. But the pictures that we drew are just seasons out of time.

? ? I wake up from nostalgia, only to realize I' m just at the beginning of my life. I know the rest of my life is much longer. I wonder whether it is to slough off the burden of nostalgia that we?go so far away. ?Years later, those days I' m nostalgic for now will just be two or three pages at the beginning of my history.Years later, this article will enter my history. I will feel nostalgic for today, when I write it, along with my pen, my notebook, my dorm and the dark night.