In the end, waiting for your season

Sunlight, dazzling city. I squinted my eyes and looked for the coolness of my own in the flashy city. Sitting in the corner of the wall, waiting for the warm kiss of sunshine, trying to write this gorgeous season with his only passion. About summer, blooming and pale. No matter what you want, just want to add a watercolor. That years. In The Sky of May, there is no long-lasting vicissitudes of life, and the constant Qingming oath is the persistence of youth. On the light cyan letter paper, the crooked characters write pure dreams and pure feelings. Regardless of everything, I would rather watch than blasphemy. At other times, I always smiled so casually, then turned around separately, but I didn’t know that some people were at the end of the world in a flash. Let alone the flowers and leaves, there is always a person casting sincere eyes through thousands of lights in the misty and rainy small city, expecting the wind to bring thoughts and blessings. I just want to know that you can live a good life. The kite, which was far away, was swaying for a long journey, but in the end, it was doomed to leave. A Song of parting to the talent, how much sorrow does the water flow. Even with the determination of turning around the end of the world, I still traveled alone and waved my sleeves away. Leave a kit about fantasy. So, after. In May, I was used to thinking about flowing light and writing about leaving wounds. Youlan, thanks quietly. When the last letter about love went away, perhaps, the end was always so abrupt but inevitable. Several strokes of lightness outline the shadow that is no longer seen. The reason that I didn’t care about was so deadly at the moment. I can only hang my head feebly. Put down the kite string in hand, and gradually disillusioned with the sunlight. In May, the days mixed with numerous and complicated tastes ended slowly between contentment and pale decadence. When you are alone, the afterglow of the sunset reflects the thin and magnificent shore, or the desolation at the end of prosperity, walking step by step. The footprints of the wave will spread in every memory of the Sun disillusionment, waiting for your season. Finally, it’s gone again. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

I miss the big playground of Qianshi

In the morning, I felt depressed because of some things. I wanted to try my best to solve it, but I still couldn’t be happy. In the first class, the warm sun in autumn seduced me. Therefore, I went out of the office and went outside to adjust my mood. Walking beside the school playground, although the air was not very good, everything in front of me was quite refreshing. At the beginning of the school, the playground was arranged flat by lawn mowers. At this time, it was already obviously red and green. A large area of grass in the middle is no longer growing or has been very short and withered there, revealing pieces of faces like children’s red fruits. That’s because students’ exercises and sports activities make them have no chance to grow and breathe. However, there is a layer of light green on the egg tip of this egg-shaped playground. Clusters of unknown grasses draw out several short bodies from the cut roots and leave clusters of furry flowers on their heads. They stand alone in the autumn sun, straight and spirited. Around them, there is a plant Wormwood which is very common in my hometown and grows against the ground. There are small dewdrops on the green leaves, as if the naughty child deliberately left the drops on his face after washing his face, just waiting for the Sun to take them away. There are also some small nameless grass, which are a little yellow. But looking along the grass, the green on the tip of the grass is still as green as spinach in the vegetable garden. A small yellow flower was also found, standing on the edge of the playground and the leaking hole in short. They have no companions, just like a small yellow pin on the playground. It was very quiet here, and the cries of several birds were faintly heard in my ears. It was the occasional start of singing of birds in a large bamboo forest not far from the playground. Thinking of birds, I really saw one. Its white chest and black feather back jumped in the place where the playground was green and yellow, as if looking for something or talking to himself. Occasionally, the high and low reading sounds and teachers’ reprimands came from the classroom. These, in my opinion, all seem to come from a very far place. When I want to listen to the truth, it passes again. On such a beautiful morning, everyone had no time to calm down, let alone come here to see everything on the playground aimlessly like me. When you are in a bad mood, you often go to an empty place and walk alone. Take a look and think about it. The playground is naturally the best place to go. More than ten years ago, when I was studying in Qianshi, my favorite places were the library and the big playground. The playground is very large, with a standard runway of 400. During my three years of middle school, except for the special weather, I ran on the dark track with many classmates like me who liked morning running every morning. Circle after circle, I ran straight to sweat all over my body and felt weak. A good day always starts with running in the morning. In the footsteps of running around the playground, I learned a lot of things that I could not learn in class and could enjoy for life. The sand and small stones on the runway, the flowers and plants on the playground, the large and small trees outside the runway, until now, I still remember them clearly. In fact, the big playground of Qianshi was popular among all people in the morning, but during the period from school in the afternoon to self-study in the evening, it was almost the place where all the teachers and students were keen to go. Male students like playing football there most; Female students like twos and threes, some carrying a bag of melon seeds, and some sitting around the grass with a piece of sugar cane, talking and laughing constantly. On the runway, many people walked in circles together. They didn’t get up early and didn’t like running, but they must come to the big playground for a few rounds in the afternoon. I also joined it, but more often, I took a book and sat in the humble grass, bowed my head and calmed down in that world. I will also chat with like-minded classmates, talk about novels and life; Recall the past and show the future; Read poems and talk about history; Laugh and scold angrily, and talk about everything. The setting sun fell unwillingly in our youthful and generous speech, and we couldn’t wait to see us in the morning light. Juan and I are both introverted people in the class and don’t like to show ourselves. Juan likes the high iron swing at the playground most, which looks older than the school swing. I am extremely scared, while Juan likes it very much. Every evening, when we came to the playground, she would go straight to swing, while I parted with her and sat on the other high wooden ladder. Sitting there, sometimes doing nothing, looking at the setting sun; Looking at the people, grass, trees and flowers on the playground; Looking at the ladder under the feet, stunned, I spent the whole afternoon. Or force yourself to bury your head deep in the thick self-examination book and memorize the next questions by rote. Then in the evening self-study Bell, I watched Juan walking slowly step by step. We smiled at each other and walked to the classroom together to attend the evening self-study which wasted a lot of good time. People always miss the past. 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