Before 1 and 18 years old, my life was unremarkable. I go to school every day and attend cram schools. Over time, I got used to it. Whenever my mother shows off herself to others outside, I inadvertently glance at myself reflected by the glass door next to me, thin and listless, and I feel very confused. What is the purpose of this effort?
2. I don't have so much time to grieve for spring and autumn, and I am tired of coping with life every day. At that time, the novelty of wanting to know more people was long gone. I carefully held the blx in my hand, and the princess dream that remained silently in my heart was swept away by waves.
In autumn night, you can see countless fireflies flying. They are on and off, like countless shining little stars. Catch some fireflies and put them in a glass bottle. When I took them out the next day, I saw if they were still shining like night. But their asses are no longer bright.
4. Father's love is an affectionate eye, a refreshing fragrance and a classic ancient book. When the wind gently knocks on the glass and walks out of the ups and downs of life, it will never be read enough; I will think of you, when the sky blooms with a bright smile, which proves the gorgeous dance music of life.
5. My best friend Xiaoyu taught me to breathe on the glass window that winter when I was in the second grade of primary school, and then drew a spiral snail on the window with her pink fingers. In a blink of an eye, I arrived in the classroom of senior three. It seems that the windows of the classroom in winter are destined to be the carrier of venting emotions.
6. The photo in the second flower pond is plastic-sealed, which is a back of my cousin holding me across the glass plank road. Looking at the moment my cousin picked up the photo, my thoughts flew over the years and stayed in that summer.
The moment my cousin came back from other places, I was ecstatic and pestered her to take me out to play. She carried me across the glass plank road. I still vaguely remember her saying that everyone who crosses the bridge can bravely live a high world.
8. It's another Saturday and Sunday, and the sun shines obliquely into the room through the glass, which is warm. Suddenly, I found a white light shining in an inconspicuous corner. When I looked intently, it turned out to be a classmate's book with a graduation photo who graduated from elementary school. Suddenly I found that there were many familiar faces in the photo, but I couldn't name them.