Excellent composition in rainy season 1 15 After the rainy season, the footsteps of the sixteenth came quietly.
I am so rebellious at the age of fifteen. My mother's "imperial edict" is the only thing I dare to resist. I also read "No one has died since ancient times, so I can stay in my previous life" and confronted my mother. Who says treason is a boy's patent?
I'm a little naughty at the age of fifteen. At home, I sing loudly to my mother, and it is difficult for her to keep covering her ears with her hands. She also said that I was really a tomboy. You can also see my crazy play on campus and my unbridled laughter. My mother used to say, "My fair lady is a gentleman." . But I have always disagreed, saying that when the young lady is too tired, she dare not show her teeth when she smiles. If this continues, I will definitely get "lady syndrome". Ancient women were really tired. A feeling of sympathy arises spontaneously.
I'm a little crazy at the age of fifteen. I can run all over the street to buy posters of my favorite stars.
I'm a little unique at the age of fifteen. I don't care what others say, no matter who they love!
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Now, I am sixteen years old. Will I face this future again at the age of sixteen? I'm confused and at a loss. Fifteen-year-old rebellion was replaced by sensible, fifteen-year-old naughty was replaced by sadness, and fifteen-year-old madness was replaced by calmness. I shouted, I don't want to be sixteen. At the age of sixteen, I shouldered a lot, a lot: the blessings of my relatives, the expectations of my parents, and the hopes of my teachers.
At the age of sixteen, I became a little silent.
At sixteen, I became a little depressed.
I became a little sad when I was sixteen.
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So, I started looking, looking.
Walking through the ocean of lavender, that touch of purple made me intoxicated. Suddenly remembered the story of "lavender", so I smiled so brightly. A gust of wind blew, and the smell of lavender was refreshing.
At the age of sixteen, I seem to have found those beautiful memories again. A little rebellious, a little naughty, a little crazy and a little unique.
I'm a little happy when I'm sixteen. My friends and family gave me encouragement and made me intoxicated and happy.
Sixteen years old, I am a little sensible. I will write my life with my own hands, and I will accept your blessings. Behind me is a dream that will never fade.
I'm a little mature at sixteen. The true meaning of life is ordinary, so I will try to live an extraordinary life. The two sides of things make me not only have a simple idea, but also realize that life should be more mature.
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Oh, colorful sixteen.
If junior high school is our flower season, then senior high school is undoubtedly an unforgettable rainy season.
Rain, misty rain, we are a little confused; It's raining, and we have too much melancholy; Drifting in the heavy rain, we are experiencing the pain of heartbreaking like a moth breaking away from a pupa. I can't help asking, youth, youth, are you the best time in your life? Then, why are so many youth confessions "sadness flowing against the river"?
How many sleepless nights, I thought hard-is this world really full of love? Then why don't tiger poison eat children, and parents abandon disabled children? Why do some people put themselves in front of the camera with signs of sympathy for others? Do sincere friends really exist? Then why is dad betrayed by his best friend, and friends are full of deception? What is the meaning of life? ..... It's painful to think about these questions, and I'm nervous every time. I often feel that the world is so big that there is no pure land of the soul. So countless nights, tears soaked the pillow towel, so during the day, it moved in the crowd like a tightly bound pupa without expression.
In this way, the petals of youth were broken in the rainy season and fell to the ground to cry with the sky. My heart rolls like fierce wave, but my appearance is often silent and expressionless.
I often feel that I have fallen asleep and lost contact with the outside world. I often feel lonely and suffocated, but I don't want to find someone to accompany me. Because there are too many doubts. At this time, the encouragement given by teachers and parents makes people feel overwhelmed. "Don't be afraid, son, stand up if you fall." Failure is the mother of success, and there will be success if there is failure; Are we unwilling to stand up and succeed? The question is, who can tell me what to do!
Perhaps at this time, countless children who are about to grow up are groping in their own darkness like me. There are no street lamps, no stars, no moon, for fear of accidentally falling into the bottomless abyss beside me, and even dare not scream. Therefore, some children stand still and dare not go, and some children dream of returning to the flower season and immerse themselves in memories. Every falling child is unwilling, they are helpless and can't find their inner outlet.
Students who have always been good women are now madly talking about love, but her diary makes people feel a lot. "I don't want others to think that I am different, and I don't want to find so many boyfriends. I am just so lonely that I need someone to love me and pay attention to me. " At this time, the director of education still insisted on his principle of "putting an end to puppy love" as always. Is it just her fault that the girl who has been criticized in public is getting worse and worse?
Countless teenagers with internet addiction are immersed in the illusory network world because they can't find the fast East in real life. At this time, the best solution is probably not a severe reprimand from some parents!
My heart is calling: I need love, I need the teacher's understanding, I need my mother's kindness, I need my father's smile. Not only delicious food, but also a "superior environment"!
I have experienced depression, and I know the feeling of panic and helplessness. We need the help of parents and teachers, but we also need our own thinking and understanding.
A dark cloud pulled down from the gloomy sky covered my sad face and dragged my tired body to school.
The sky at noon is still gray, and the voice of the head teacher is buzzing in my ear. Dark clouds rolled in the sky and soon it began to rain. The old electric fan creaked, and my eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand dollars, so I couldn't lift them. Bright red music caught my eye, and shocking red caught me like a thin and dense net. The head teacher's harsh voice came from my ear: "You are all in Grade Three, so who are you against?"
The wind blew in from the window, blowing my long hair, and the cold raindrops hit my face hard, just like a slap from reality. I want to cry, but I can't. Tears flow in my eyes, into my heart, and make my heart swell. I suddenly felt a warmth on my shoulder. I turned to look at it. It's my deskmate. Her eyes are red and her eyelashes are covered with tears, like a butterfly flapping its wings. I read her test paper and the result was not satisfactory. She gave me a smile and tried to say something with her gray lips, but she couldn't say it. I was dejected and despondent, and a gust of wind passed, and the laughter of my classmates came from my ears. It turned out that a naughty boy was looking through my test paper. The mocking eyes of my classmates stung my face like needles. I swallowed my grievances, buried my head in my arms and let the bitterness spread in my heart. Hearing others talking loudly about my grades, my heart suddenly contracted and bit my lower lip tightly, and I couldn't help crying. At this time, my deskmate silently held my hand and patted the back of my hand with the other hand, which was her silent comfort.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, falling on my face like a gentle mother kissing a sleeping baby, and the sunshine fills the whole classroom. The dust in the air is also dancing and spinning in mid-air like a naughty elf. The sun seemed to shine into her eyes, too, and she whispered, "It doesn't seem so bad. In the end, the weather will clear up and get better. " Yes, no matter how hard it rains, the weather will always clear up, and it's not that bad. At least I have a friend who struggles with me. When others laugh at you and dig at you; When someone accuses you of not being able to do it, she will gently hold your hand and tell you that you can, and we can all. Darkness will come, light will fade, we will be trapped by difficulties and setbacks, but the new sun will always rise, and flowers will always bloom again after withering. On the way of chasing dreams, I know I will never be lonely. When I turn on the light in the dark, there will be a person fighting side by side with me under the same starry sky. We smiled at each other, as if the spring breeze with peach blossoms in full bloom in April was blowing head-on, and the warm sunshine filled my skirt.
In the lush years wet by rain, we burst into tears, listening to dreams and singing lonely songs. In the rainy season of youth, we have cried and laughed, but no matter what the result is, we must laugh and shout to ourselves: "Youth has no regrets."
Tonight, it is destined to be a sleepless night, and the pouring rain outside the window disturbs people's dreams. Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
A flash of light lit up the dark and silent night. The next second is deafening thunder, which is too scary and will always be the rage of tripterygium wilfordii. Let's vent here.
The raindrops gradually "tick-tock" and "tick-tock" fall, like the sound of the second hand constantly turning, familiar and unfamiliar. One drop, two drops and three drops fell on my shoulder, so cold that I couldn't help shivering. Another "rumble" of thunder, this time more fierce and scary. My mind was disturbed by thunder and raindrops, and I couldn't help thinking back to the rainy season.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock", the second hand turns counterclockwise quickly. It's still the rainy season, and the rain is falling. When we were young, we put on raincoats and boots, ran in the rain, treaded water and fought water, and gave out a series of silvery laughter. We had a great time. That rainy season, we were covered in rain, but we still laughed heartily. At that time, we were as simple and lovely as a blank sheet of paper.
"Pop, pop", it's raining heavily. Looking at the dripping rain outside the window, smiling faces emerged in the haze. It is also such a rainy season. When we went to physical education class indoors, I remember that we often got together in a circle and played "Truth or Dare" together. Of course, we all tacitly chose "big adventure", which really made me feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn! The small fights during the "big adventure" are the charming fragrance in our memory, which lingers in our hearts for a long time. After graduating from primary school, we seldom contacted each other, perhaps our feelings faded, but I know that the days of friendship must have been washed away by the rain.
"Beep, beep", the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rain is pouring down. After junior high school, we went to different schools and had different friends and campus life. When I miss you, my new friends will give them to me, give me comfort and warmth, and take me to sing, dance and fight. Although we had misunderstandings and quarrels; But we have forgiven and understood, so our friendship will not disappear. We make unremitting efforts for our dreams together, which is the witness of our friendship! I cherish the friendship and warm friendship in this rainy season.
The pouring rain outside the window is like a valve of memory. With a click, the door opened. Memories came to me like a flood, and that scene reminded me of the past. At that time, I had a lot of thoughts and mixed feelings. Ear is still noisy rain, in this rainy season, I can't sleep for a long time, this disturbing dream rain brought a sleepless night.
With the arrival of rain, the weather is getting colder and colder, which is undoubtedly the biggest benefit of hot summer days. I'm just getting wetter and wetter. It's like suddenly being in endless darkness, and there is only confusion and panic. I feel depressed as never before, but I can't get out.
The rainy season is suitable for sleeping in a daze. But in this busy summer, these all seem too extravagant. However, I am still profligate, just like my youth, confusion and sadness.
When you come to the fork in the road in life, you will always face two choices, or more. Not everyone is optimistic about the road I have chosen, and even I have a lot of uncertainties. I don't know if my choice is correct, but I'm sure it will make me live a happier life.
It's just how insignificant my happiness is to them. In their eyes, what they think is good for me is suitable for me. Nothing else matters, for example, my feelings. Although insignificant, it still exists.
I hate my life more and more every time I think about it. Because I don't know if I live for them. I don't know if I still have myself. Do you have the courage to choose for yourself once? I don't understand why I live in this world.
Looking back on my past life, I found that I really had a hard time, just like a clown who was obviously unhappy but had to pretend to smile on the surface. Inferiority, confusion and depression run through my life. To this day, I still can't get out of that haze, and I still can't understand the meaning of my existence.
Moreover, mental illness gradually made me have self-harm behavior, because only a short period of pain can let me know that I am still alive. Living like a walking corpse makes my heart slowly numb, which is probably the feeling of disheartening. It's really annoying, but I'm exhausted and can't change it.
In fact, I want to allow myself to be willful once, and then follow my inner will and choose bravely once. Even if this road is not as good as they arranged, I don't regret it. I just want to try bravely.
I have never pursued a comfortable life in my life, but spiritual freedom. However, they can't even satisfy me. They want me to have a good life in the future, but should I sacrifice my happy time now? Since I don't want to live such an unhappy life now, I am willing to change my lifestyle. Even if I am still unhappy, I have no regrets.
After all, it's just in my mind. To this day, I dare not say my thoughts in front of them. Still very timid. I really can't save myself.
Looking at the drizzle floating outside the window, looking at the water drops left by the rain on the glass window, this is the rainy season with alternating seasons, and the intersection of cold and warm is like the intersection of sadness and joy. Ah, it's rainy season again, lingering rainy season. I like it.
Looking at the continuous rain in Mao Mao for several days, some people began to complain, complaining about the darkness of the sky, complaining about the cold weather, complaining about the humidity of the air, while I was quietly enjoying it in such an atmosphere.
Some people laughed at my insanity, so I rolled my eyes at them and laughed it off. In the rainy season, I like to find a quiet corner, holding a book of poems and leaning against the wooden chair alone. I like to touch the unique concave and convex feeling on the wooden chair, and I like the faint woody on the wooden chair. Sit down, take a book of poetry and read it carefully. Time is cool, those distant times, those distant future, dispersed in the rainy season.
Sitting alone in a wooden chair, silently counting the raindrops dripping from the eaves, "tick, tick". After reading the poems carefully, I like those fresh and beautiful poems, and I can feel the sadness of the poet jumping between the lines. Reading poetry, watching the rain, enjoying a person's quiet, a beautiful enjoyment.
Everything under the drizzle is just a fantastic outline without any flaws. Leave us endless imagination space. Leave the noise and enjoy a person's beauty. Now I'm a little lonely, but loneliness is not necessarily loneliness. The rainy season is by my side, and so is Xiaoshi. That beautiful poem gently washes my heart. I feel: I am in another world, with no noise and only beauty. ...
Light rainy season, light sadness, I like it. After being washed away by the rain, the drunken butterfly flower has given off a faint fragrance, and the small petals are more beautiful and fragrant in this weak drop of water!
"I met a gentle rain in June, but there were scenes of the past. My thoughts fluttered in the rain, lingering, resentful, full of youth embracing each other, and the flowers not far away suddenly opened up." I just read a poem about the rainy season, and my eyes couldn't help but stay on this poem and read it carefully.
The lingering sadness is long and lingering. I can't help falling in love with this poem and hiding it silently in my heart. This poem is the best partner in rainy season!
In the rainy season, a person stands on the balcony and looks at the bamboo forest in the distance. Bow your head and smile, then look up and giggle at the distance. Like a person silently watching the rain, a person full of thoughts, thinking of the girl I met on the street corner. That girl, Lian Xiao, came into my life in a hurry and left in a hurry, just like a dream.
The light and thick ink painting outlines a certain artistic conception. In the rainy season, my mood is changeable. The rainy season has a faint sadness and a dreamy color. I like ...
Rain washes away our memories of the past, and it washes over us again and again, making me wonder whether all the past is worth remembering. You're gone, and we can't go back. Why am I so obsessed with this memory? I thought I could forget you and your face that comes to my mind every day. I remember every time you smile, every time I remember, I can't get rid of it. I can't tell. It's so real that I don't want to go back to reality. I like the rainy season, but I miss the past, but it seems so redundant.
Everything washed away by the rain is extraordinarily bright and clean, and what I see is no longer the past. There are always good things, but I just bind myself to the past and let myself live in it. The illusory life will only make me degenerate, and I don't know if my existence is meaningful enough. If this life is really what I want, then why do I still seem so hesitant and afraid to grasp what belongs to me?
Nothing can hurt a person, feelings, disasters or diseases. You have to blame yourself for not being strong enough to be invulnerable. Of course, if it is really safe, it will also lose a lot of experience.
I no longer miss the past between us. If you leave, then I hope you can take away the memories between us. Don't let me remember you, because I miss you every day, but I can't hug you. It's really hard for me. You can hurt me, but please take the pain away after the injury and don't resent anyone, because if you have no feelings and I am interested, how can I be hurt by you? No matter how important the memory is, it will be forgotten one day. I also want to forget you slowly and forget the past. Otherwise, why should I take the next step and stick to it until now? I don't want to put pressure on myself, but I hope I can break through a connection and break through you.
Trap my feet with the past and admit that I have forgotten you with false lies. I think this is the last time to lie to myself for you. In fact, I should have been awake long ago. People who can't stay, no matter how hard you try to stay, always seem too melodramatic.
Only in that rainy season, I occasionally think of so-and-so and the memory that can only be used for nostalgia now.
With you gone, I should move on and live my own life, and don't stand still because of our past.
To forget the past is to let you go and give yourself time to pursue another kind of beauty.
I will never see each other again in my life, and that feeling is buried deep in my heart and I will never tell anyone again. I believe that a better life will come in the next second. As long as I look up, I won't be so sad that I will let my tears flow.
Excellent composition in the rainy season 8 dry weather, always eager for a timely rain to moisten; On rainy days, I always hope to meet a sunny day. Sunny days and rainy days, whether we like it or not, are always played in sunny or cloudy days.
The pace of life is always so hurried, through sunny and cloudy days. Looking back suddenly, it is difficult to remember a specific day, only vaguely mottled with some past events. The beauty and heart of the past always look forward to the continuation of today and tomorrow.
I always thought I was a supporting role, even in my own life. No initiative, just passively accept the gift of life. Maybe I'm afraid of failure, maybe I'm afraid of rejection. In short, I have never taken the initiative to walk into anyone's life in the world of mortals. However, while passing by in a hurry, I am looking forward to someone knocking at my door. I would rather be alone in the ideal city and isolated from the world for him.
Outside the window, it is raining, and it is still raining. The accumulated water on the asphalt road has merged into a stream, and it has flowed away happily. I can't say I like or hate this monsoon rain that lasts for about half a month, but I feel a little depressed. Those romantic feelings of holding oil-paper umbrellas in the rain will eventually be shattered by the helpless reality.
Inadvertently, the emotional boat has sailed into a cold and quiet harbor and is unwilling to set sail again. Maybe I'm tired, maybe I have the best first meeting and heart, I'm not sure. In short, looking at your stars leisurely, I just want to wait for you quietly, expecting you to remember me, a dreamer under your gorgeous starry sky.
Looking up at your direction, it seems that the rain has stopped and a bridge-like rainbow appears on the horizon. You smiled sweetly at me at the other end, and I stared silently at this end. Under your warm gaze, the curved rainbow turned into a winged bluebird, leaving a melody in the air.
Rain, it's still raining. But in the dark, I still opened the window, and the fearless and cold wind weakened my gaunt body. I'm afraid the rain will suddenly stop, the stars will come out, and I'll miss your vast brilliance.
Rain, it's raining harder. The rain and fog all over the sky filled my small window and blurred your direction; Deep desire fills my heart and makes me miss. Love is just a word, love is just a heart, but when deep love meets the helpless reality, it is just silence and the sadness of the next season.
Love, I don't know why, is infatuation; I don't know why I was born, but I am persistent. In my ignorant youth, I just want to write about my lifelong infatuation after meeting you.
Rain, flying in the air, but flowing in my heart, thinking of you, writing at my fingertips, but disappointed with my article. In desperation, I just hope that this rainy season will not be too long.