During the break, I sat beside the platform of the classroom, looking at those students leisurely. In fact, watching them is also like watching the scenery. If the wind blows through the treetop, the leaves will tremble and sing. If you see the sunshine on the surface of the water, a trace of thought in
I knew Xi Murong very early, but I didn’t read her books carefully. I read her poems by accident, which made me read them several times. She was so delicate and quiet, it is also so acute. Just like the mountain breeze in the morning, it blows across your face and stings your heart that
Life is only once for everyone. Life is just like a floating boat in the sea, which floats unsteadily and serves as home all over the world. Isn’t life like this? From the beginning of life, there has been a new starting point and a new beginning. Only with life can we have hope, and
For you, I would like to gather a sleeve of flowers, guard a city alone, enjoy the loneliness of the whole life, even if the heart sounds are no one to listen, even if the messy steps scattered on the ground of heart injury. -Notes Looking at the catkins flying like snow in front of
After moving home, this summer will be different. A few thick poplar trees in front of the door are straight and straight, and the thick leaves will sing in the breeze. Several osmanthus trees are graceful and graceful, and there are also green waves of loofah climbing, gradually it overflowed the stainless steel welded Wall.
The unknown world today is hard to understand. It seems that everyone is looking for a goal, but they never know. When looking back, footprints have disappeared, and only they know what kind of road they have gone through. Maybe even I don’t know where I have been. People all say that an inch of
When I was in primary school, my deskmate was in the same village with me and he was one of my uncle’s neighbors in terms of seniority. He was two years older than me. Generally, I called him by his name without scruple. At that time, there were three sisters in his family, who were
Your father is not at home tonight. I don’t want to make anything. I made a bowl of instant noodles, listened to music, and wrote text. I sent this message to my son’s QQ, and his son replied a message, he asked me to go to the park for fun, find a dance partner to
Now I feel that instead of walking with head held high in my imagination, holding the so-called Dream and showing off to others that I want to do this and that others should know that I have the so-called ambition of great ambition, but I don’t want to implement it, struggle or even work hard.
Maybe when you get older and more old-fashioned, you will naturally have more nostalgia. When you talk about young people in time, you will be OUT; But sometimes, I can’t help entering the scene which has gone away gradually. In those vague moments, I will search for the memories and smells of time I once