On Sunday, I was idle and went in a happy mood.
It's midsummer, the trees are lush, and the leaves are crowded and piled up one by one. Shaded by green trees, vitality ripples from the inside out. There are indeed many towering old trees in the park, and several people need to hug each other. Over the past hundred years, they have gone from high spirits to old age, and time has passed, but they can't get rid of the green colors and take away their still happy hearts. This is indeed an optimistic "old man". The wind swept the treetops, the leaves shook, and the happiness of the old tree was also displayed, which added a little to my original happy mood.
I stroked the mottled bark, and the silvery laughter of my childhood broke into my mind again. When I was young, we chatted, played ball games and climbed trees under the tree ... that tree carried many childhood memories. Now, I'm back, seeing this tree again, and seeing my long-lost old friend. This kind of happiness is beyond ordinary people's understanding, right? I thought, smiled, and my heart jumped with joy.
At this time, some birds are singing in the tree, some sparrows are at the top of the tree, holding branches with yellow claws and standing there with their heads up. A series of beautiful notes flowed from their mouths like clear mountain springs, echoing and jumping in the air. They jumped up and down on the branches and played with each other, and their happiness was beyond words. Their looks are really ordinary, but they still enjoy their share of happiness. Their beating petite bodies and sweet notes adorn the world.
A ray of sunshine fell obliquely on their heads, on the old trees and on my toes, warm and happy.
I smiled. Some people say that happiness is contagious. I'm really stuck in this happy world.
At this moment, my heart is full of joy.
My heart is beating with joy. I was very excited at that moment, and many days of troubles vanished because of my mother's words. ...
On that day, there were several white clouds floating in the sky, which made the sky particularly blue. The pine trees outside the window are still so green and tall, and the nearby cypress trees shine more brightly in the sunlight. The songs of birds were faintly heard from the cypress trees. Several children's frolicking voices also came from under the pine tree. Today's weather is really very good.
I danced to the music in the dance studio. I dance again and again. I don't know why, but my movements have been getting worse and worse in recent days. Looking at me in the mirror, anger, worry and disappointment are all gathered in my heart. Feeling irritable, I picked up a dance brick and fell heavily on the ground. There was a loud "dong" sound in the dance studio, which surprised several birds.
"What's the matter?" Mom just brought me water. Looking at my depressed expression, my mother seems to understand something ... "Nothing, don't worry." I left a sentence. Mother began to tidy up the dance studio, and the room fell silent. Mother wiped the tiny sweat on her head and said to me with a depressed face, "Daughter, if everyone fails like you, you will lose your temper. Then the world will be in chaos, and Pangu will have to be invited to open the world!"
I snorted and smiled, and my mother went on to say, "It doesn't matter if the action is wrong. If you jump again, it will be perfect to do it with your heart again and again. " Life is the same, it doesn't matter if you fail, it's a big deal to start over. Try hard again and again, and the difficulties will always be overcome by you. "
Mother's words, like a gust of wind, blew away the dark clouds that have been lingering in my heart for many days. The sunlight slanted into the dance studio, and I stood up excitedly. The music started again. I carefully recalled the essentials that the teacher told me. I danced to the music, but I couldn't dance well once. I will try again. ...
At that moment, I was suddenly enlightened.
At that moment, I was very excited.
At that moment, my heart jumped with joy.
My heart is beating with joy. Everyone has exciting moments. A pleasant trip, a beautiful scenery, an unexpected gift and a successful challenge all make our blood boil.
For me, winning the drum set competition in the whole province ignited my long-lost excitement and joy, which made my heart jump for joy.
It was a provincial youth drum competition. When I came to the entrance of the Provincial Youth Palace, the words "Gansu Youth Drum Performance Competition" on the banner were very eye-catching. There are excellent drummers in the province and national professional judges. The scene is very grand.
Entering the performance hall, I stood backstage and looked at the gorgeous and dazzling stage. The bustling audience entered the stadium one after another, and my heart was pounding wildly. I held the drum stick warmly in my hand.
The performance was about to begin, and the teacher cheered me up: "Come on! Just relax and play normally. " With the encouragement of the teacher, my heart gradually relaxed, and I confidently walked to the brightly lit stage. The audience is watching me. I took a deep breath, went to the drum and sat down, secretly reminding myself not to be nervous.
"Dong! Knock on the door. Knock on the door. Hey! " With the accompaniment of Jason's Anti-War, all eyes on the scene were attracted to the stage. I began to beat the drum rhythmically, and my foot drum and small drum played a strong sense of rhythm together. The drum stick in my hand hits every drum at an extremely fast speed, and the strong rhythm shakes everyone's heart. ...
I gradually entered the state, in the music, I was there, entered the passionate world, and my heart was beating happily. The wild melody in the music makes my blood boil and my passion surge. With the ups and downs of the rhythm, the sound of the performance hall gave out earth-shattering drums, one after another, flooding the tide and spreading to every corner of the venue.
Finally, I won the second place in the provincial youth drum set competition. Listening to the thunderous applause of the audience, my heart jumped with joy!
This drum competition opened the door to my confidence. The exciting melody of the drum set makes me elated, and I am moving towards success hopefully step by step. ...
My heart is full of joy. The National Day holiday is coming again. Dad found a hook on the Internet, bought some fish food, and took me fishing by the river.
I jumped to the river and found a place to go fishing, but my father stopped me. "Not here, you see, there are so many people fishing around here, and you haven't finished fishing yet." I nodded if I realized something.
After walking for a while, we found a low-lying place to bait and started fishing.
I couldn't wait to throw the hook into the water, and the calm lake immediately splashed. "This fishing how line? The fish are scared away by you! " No sooner had I thrown the hook into the water than my father's admonition came to my ear. "Yes, yes, yes." Facing my father, I had to kneel down.
Just then, I suddenly felt a slight vibration and the fish took the bait. Suddenly, I got excited and quickly put away my fishing line, expecting to see a big fish. Finally, I took in the fishing line, but the hook was empty, and there was not even a small fish. Alas, I sighed deeply in my heart, and I was inexpressible depressed and lost. "You are too impatient, you have to collect it slowly, or the fish will be scared away by you." Dad saw it and said to me with a smile.
After a while, I felt the vibration again. This time, I learned the lesson from the last time and didn't mention it immediately. Instead, I waited until the vibration became more and more intense before slowly putting the fishing line in place. "ha! Fish! " Looking intently, I saw a palm-sized fish hanging from the hook, and my heart was full of joy.
My heart is full of joy, because this little fish I caught is very happy.
My heart is pounding with joy. The Mid-Autumn Festival is getting closer and closer, and my heart is jumping for joy. Throughout the ages, literati have made a sentence for the Mid-Autumn Festival, sentence by sentence, sentence by sentence. I don't have that kind of mind and talent.
I am excited about this for two reasons. One is on a business trip. Dad has been back for so long, and our family is reunited. Another reason is that the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of baked wheat cakes, which is one of our traditional Mid-Autumn Festival customs. Sesame cakes are round, like the full moon on the 15th, with sesame sugar stuffing inside, symbolizing the perfection of a day and the sweetness of life. Besides these beautiful meanings, I prefer its exquisiteness.
On the afternoon of Mid-Autumn Festival, the family gathered in a small kitchen with a clear division of labor: Grandpa kneaded the dough, Grandma and Mom mixed the dough, I flattened them, and Dad transported them to the pot. Grandpa also makes a fire and bakes sesame cakes part-time. Our home is a tacit production line, and everyone is doing their work in an orderly way, as if it were a sacred thing.
From time to time, laughter and laughter from our work came from the whole kitchen, and such a warm scene was also touching. Immersed in the joyful atmosphere, we were suddenly attracted by the unique smell of baked wheat cakes. I couldn't wait for grandpa to lift the baked sesame seed cake from the pot, so I grabbed a golden round baked sesame seed cake with my hand and took a big bite. Wow, the dough is soft, crisp outside and tender inside, with the fragrance of sesame seeds and the sweetness of sugar between my lips and teeth. The smell is simply unforgettable. Every one of us has a sweet smile on his face.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, grandma helped my father pack his business trip luggage, which was full of biscuits packed by our whole family. Stuffed the box bulging, for fear that my father would not have enough to eat, he said, "Your father loves to eat the biscuits I made!" " "I know this is not just a small baked wheat cake, but more of a grandmother's reluctance and concern for her father. ...
Pack up the melancholy mood and look forward to the next festival and the family reunion. My heart jumped with joy again!
When I was 6 years old, my heart jumped with joy. My favorite food is my grandmother's mixed noodles. Somehow, my heart jumped with joy at the thought of this.
At that time, grandma was full of hair and light and flexible. I often sit in the dining room and ask my grandma to make noodles, and then watch her busy making noodles for me in the kitchen.
Grandma grabbed a handful of fine flour, skillfully threw it into the cooked pot, stirred it with chopsticks, then picked up a big colander and put it on the edge of the pot, fished it out and put it in the colander, removed the moisture from the noodles, and poured it into the prepared bowl, soy sauce, sesame oil, garlic paste, scallion oil and pepper. Put down the colander, pick up the bowl and stir it evenly with chopsticks. I just sat there and watched grandma make noodles with relish.
I was fascinated. Suddenly, grandma stopped stirring, put chopsticks on the chopping block and looked back at me with a smile. Originally, the noodles were ready, and grandma brought them. I looked at steaming noodles, and my heart was full of joy, like a person who likes to collect money. People see heroes, and hungry people are as excited, happy and joyful as food. I picked up a chopstick noodle, blew a few breaths carefully, and immediately put it in my mouth. Oh, it smells good! Sweet and soft noodles, fragrant onions, smooth sesame oil, salty and sweet soy sauce are really memorable, lasting and unforgettable. My memory remained in his unforgettable taste until one day I was old and had to eat a bowl of delicious noodles cooked at home!
Although I don't often eat my grandma's mixed noodles now, I am very excited every time I eat my grandma's mixed noodles.
My heart kept beating in my hometown until I was old. ...
My heart is full of joy, for my childhood memory, for my family, for my old craft, my heart will always be full of joy.
My heart is pounding with joy. I think, what makes my heart surge most is just the joy of "there is no way to recover from the mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village."
I remember that morning, I was awakened by my mother to climb the mountain. I reluctantly followed her out of the door and walked to the foot of X Mountain.
The mountain is steep and long, and the top of the mountain seems to be surrounded by clouds. I held my breath, strode up and left my mother far away. But before long, I began to gasp and was about to find a place to rest, only to find a few drops of rain in the air.
I looked up at the sky-I saw dark clouds coming out of nowhere quickly gathering and covering the sky with a layer of black cloth, but in my opinion, they were like a huge black net, slowly spreading to the ground. It soon became dark, and the surrounding air was very depressing. I walked slowly, clutching my chest, only to find that every step taken in oppression was so difficult.
Rain, it's raining a little hard. I looked around, only my mother and I didn't know when we came, and those people who were laughing and slapping seemed never to appear.
Suddenly, my mother magically took out a sunshade from her bag to keep out the rain. When she saw that I was a little surprised, she said to me earnestly, "This is called taking precautions. Not only for things, but also for study and work. Save for a rainy day, it will be much easier in the future ... "
At some point, we have climbed the mountain. The rain stopped and the previous depression disappeared. In front of us is a reservoir. After a storm comes a calm, the virtual shadow of the rainbow appears on the water! In the distance are tall buildings, and the golden sunlight shines on them, making them appear a halo. I'm in the sun, too, and I'm warm all over. I was suddenly enlightened, and the boredom of being unfavorable in the exam was swept away.
At that moment, my heart jumped with joy.
My heart is full of joy. 8 "Here we are! That's a worse door! " Dad let me see where his fingers are. At that moment, every cell in my body was excited. The sweat on my head seems to have solidified at this moment. The excitement is like a mighty tide, which is out of control. The shadow of Mount Tai has climbed at the feet of my father and me. As soon as you turn around, you can see endless majestic mountains.
At the foot of Mount Tai at 3: 30 in the afternoon, people around us advised us to take the cable car up the mountain. Because it may take seven or eight o'clock in the evening to reach the top of the mountain at this time, then you won't see the sunset glow at sunset! But I insisted on climbing up. Dad couldn't beat me, so I agreed
On the mountain road, a cool wind gently blew on the trees on the roadside, and the leaves rustled. The sun has begun to set, and everything in the mountains is unfolding in the dark.
We walked up the stone steps one by one. There are many celebrity calligraphy stone carvings and pavilions for tourists to rest on the roadside. As time goes on, we are all getting tired. I really want to sit down and have a rest. But I'm afraid I don't want to climb again once I sit down, so my father and I have been trying not to stop except occasionally to have a drink.
Halfway up the mountain road, you can already see the worse gate. By this time it was getting dark and cold, but I was sweating all over. I am tired. Looking at the encouraging eyes of my father next to me, I secretly cheered myself on. Success belongs to persistent people.
The road is steeper and steeper, and people are more and more tired. I don't know how long it took, but I finally arrived at the worse gate. Without taking a rest, we quickly found an observation deck, only to find that the sunset was halfway down and the golden sun was hiding its head in the clouds bit by bit. The orange sun sprinkled golden light on the surrounding clouds, which made it more colorful against the majestic mountains. At that moment, the excitement in my heart could no longer be suppressed and came rushing. The joy in my heart comes from the generation in my heart. The fatigue of climbing the mountain just now disappeared.
The beauty after fatigue seems to be more beautiful than usual, and the beauty brought by persistence and labor makes my heart jump for joy!
My heart is full of joy. There are always some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, playing the music in my heart.
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Open the blinds of the soul and let a ray of sunshine enter the atrium obliquely. The spring breeze is long and the years are like songs. I'd rather look for the distance in poetry.
According to my mother, I was fascinated by reciting words and poems when I was a child. When I was in primary school, I liked the Chinese teacher because I said that there were many Tang poems hidden in her hair. Mother opened a small notebook, which read: My son recited poems and didn't have lunch. Just eight words have evoked countless star-like memories.
He sat cross-legged at the window, with a book of poems in his hand, leafing through it again and again. I look up at the sky from time to time and mumble to myself. The birds outside the window fly freely and sing freely, as if they have selfless love and infinite fantasy. Soft sunshine is sprinkled on his chubby little hands, and it is also sprinkled on the budding jasmine beside him. He shook his head and recited, and Molly seemed to understand his "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" and desperately sprouting; Sparrows seem to understand his saying that "the sea is wide and the fish jumps, the sky is high and the birds fly" and dance under the blue sky. He forgot everything and the world, only his eight-year-old beating heart and his "Remember Qin E".
Yes, Xiongguan Avenue is as iron as iron, and now it is only one step away from the beginning. Let a hundred flowers blossom, a hundred birds contend, and let the spring breeze bloom. Holding a book of poetry in your hand, you can read every page when the wind blows, and recite every page when you turn to it. Poetry is like food. When it is hungry, it can satisfy the hunger. Poetry, appreciate the cultural magnificence of China for 5,000 years, and understand the noble sentiments of thousands of people with lofty ideals in ancient Qian Qian. It gave me strength, enough to break through thousands of blockades, enough to melt thousands of ice and snow, and it made my heart thump.
Seeing those eight words again, my heart was shocked and the stars fell. Those invisible hands touched my heart slightly!
My heart is jumping for joy 10 A night full of love, my heart is jumping for joy: I can eat the melon seeds peeled by my grandmother again.
Grandma is carrying a small chair and sitting on the balcony to peel melon seeds skillfully. Grandma held the seed shell in her left hand, and when her right hand was lifted, the seed kernel jumped out and landed lightly in her hand. The smell of melon seeds attracted me to the past. This is so tempting that my mouth is watering.
The sunset has changed from blood red to dark red, burning on the clouds, sprinkling on the ground and shining on my grandmother and me. Suddenly, the surrounding area exudes the fragrance of melon seeds, full of unprecedented warmth and filled with the fragrance of love. I closed my eyes and reveled in it ... the arrival of my sister ruined the beautiful atmosphere. She shouted, "I want to eat melon seeds, too!" " "Grandma readily promised, said," and grabbed some melon seeds from the palm of her hand and gave them to her. "I was in a hurry and just wanted to complain. Grandma turned around again and sent the rest of the melon seeds into my mouth with a smile. I gently chewed the crispy melon seeds and shook my little head rhythmically. My tongue is full of sweetness and happiness.
My sister and I are like two happy little sparrows, competing to eat melon seeds. Grandma smiled kindly while peeling melon seeds. She doesn't take sides with anyone, and she doesn't neglect anyone. When I looked up at my grandmother, I found that her face was covered with frost and wrinkles. Although I haven't eaten enough, I still actively advised my grandmother not to peel it. Because, I accidentally saw grandma's red finger belly. Yes, why doesn't it hurt to peel so many melon seeds? My heart is sour, my eyes are slightly red, and a warm current flows all over my body!
Sweet melon seeds make my heart beat faster and make people drool; Sweet melon seeds are memorable!
My heart is pounding+1 1 In the countryside, what I look forward to doing most every day is picking eggs with my grandfather. Grandpa wakes up from his sleep before dawn. I always wake up suddenly at this time. Because, I can go to pick up eggs with grandpa. There is always a freshness around me in the chicken coop, and I never feel bored.
But now, because I have to go to school, I seldom go back to my grandfather's house. Every day at two o'clock and one line, I always think: I'm going back to pick up eggs.
As soon as I had a holiday, I came to my grandfather's house. The crow came faintly. I heard you. That's the crow I know, and I can't help jumping for joy. Grandpa saw me and asked with certainty, "Did you come back to pick up eggs?" I pouted, but I still smiled and said, "no, no, it's grandpa!" " ""Ha ha ha ha, you can't fool me. Let's go now. "It's good to be seen through by grandpa.
I followed my grandfather into the chicken coop, and the crows got closer, louder and more familiar. Look at these chickens. They scrambled to appear in front of my eyes. They all craned their heads and looked at me. That look is definitely welcoming an old friend. Soon, my eyes were full of familiar scenes, and the joy of picking up eggs came back to my mind in an instant, and I was extremely excited.
"Still standing there watching? Come and pick up the eggs! " Grandpa pulled me out of the familiar scene with his familiar tone. My hand seems to be out of control. I was so excited that I couldn't wait to pick up the eggs. I immediately put a basket on my left arm, then bent down and held out my hand. In an instant, my hand touched the egg. I picked it up and held it, even the feel and temperature were so familiar, and my heart really jumped with joy. One, two, three ... What skillful movements, how many kind "giggles", how familiar the smell of chicken, all this, how familiar happiness, filled my whole chest.
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Lovely little village, familiar cock crow, the temperature and feel of eggs with the smell of chicken excrement, tiny chicken feathers in the air … they are fresh every time they come back.
My heart beats with joy at the moment of 12, which is a comfort, a touch and a cheer. It is seemingly still air, like a chest hit by a heart. Here, my heart is full of joy.
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The weather is getting heavier and heavier, and the dense dark clouds are like pieces of worn-out gray cloth, devouring the vitality of everything.
Early autumn evening, a cold wind stung my nerves. The street lamp shone faintly on the floor. In the distance, there were wisps of food aroma and several echoing dog barks. I went home sighing.
When I entered the room, the first thing I heard was the collision of pots and pans. Then, my mother's caring and loving face came into view. What happened? Wash your hands and eat quickly. She asked with concern. No, not in the mood. I didn't do well in the exam this time, so I went into the bedroom in despair.
I saw my mother put down her chopsticks and came into the room with me. It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam. Take out the test paper and analyze the wrong questions first. This time you should realize your mistake, correct it, and don't make the same mistake again. Make persistent efforts next time, I believe you will be better! Where there are shortcomings, there are places that can be changed and there is room for improvement. Give full play to your strengths, constantly improve your weaknesses, and make a little progress every day. Over time, there will be great differences. Warm words comforted me again and again, making my heart warm again as if it had fallen into the abyss.
A string of crisp bells rang. Hello, is this XX? You didn't do very well in this exam. Come on next time! We make progress together, sparing sweat and energy, and any road is a detour; Work towards your goal and the whole world will make way for you. The future and dreams are not imaginary, but spelled out. The encouragement of my classmates has increased my self-confidence, and I have completely come out of my setbacks.
From then on, I began to prepare for the next exam. A little more perseverance and tenacity. Impossible, will eventually become possible. With my mother's expectation, classmates' encouragement, and unwilling to fail, I began to struggle.
Where there is a will, there is a way. Seeing the new achievements, I shed tears of excitement in an instant. My heart beats like a bird. I am very happy and excited. At that moment, I succeeded.
My heart is pounding with joy! This is my reward for how many nights of burning lights, and it is also my promise to my family and classmates. It has played a vital role in my growth, urging me to move forward, sweat and harvest the future.
My heart is pounding with joy. The white clouds in the sky are soft and gentle. Looking at the slowly floating clouds, my heart can't help jumping for joy.
"ah! I'm not going! " At the originally silent ticket office, a scream like killing a pig broke the silence. Regardless of the image, I held the rest stool, my feet touched the ground, and my mouth kept screaming.
My friends turned a blind eye and laughed. They just bought me tickets for the "Fly to the Sky" roller coaster and put them in front of my eyes with mirth. I froze for a moment, then I stared at my friend, and that smile was like the devil in hell at that time. Although I made up my mind never to go, but looking at the expensive ticket, I gave up the struggle again and had to reluctantly let go of my white hand and carefully let my friends help me to the "gate of hell" that waved to me.
Very few people. When I walked to the door, I was afraid again. I was just about to turn it back, but my friend helped me pull it back alive. My nose tip, forehead, back and soles of my feet were soaked in layers of cold sweat, and my fingers were cold when I panicked. When I really reached the bottom of the roller coaster and looked up at the towering, complex and ever-changing track, my heart trembled and fear came at me like a tiger. "So the amusement project is more exciting, please be prepared!" What the staff said made me even more afraid. My legs are already shaking, and I feel my hands are cold.
I was still in the dark the moment I got on the roller coaster. I only heard the bell ring to indicate that I was ready to go. Then, the roller coaster flew out, and the wind roared in my ear, climbed to the highest peak and rushed down quickly. The huge centrifugal force makes me feel terrible. But there is an unprecedented wonderful feeling in the middle, free and refreshing!
After coming down, I was so excited that my heart jumped with joy and I let go of myself. Isn't it good to try new things, challenge the impossible and face fear? Looking at the white clouds in the sky, my heart is full of joy!
My heart is full of joy. Fate is an impatient invigilator, urging me to hand in my papers again and again. But I didn't. I must grit my teeth and stick to it until the last moment.
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The whole sky seems to be asleep, just like putting on a gray cloak, and wizards are laughing and eating in the surging clouds.
I have no strength to speak. Take something to infect the audience. The reprimand from the instructor of the speech contest is still ringing in my ears.
I've worked hard, but I still can't.
When I got home, I plunged into the bed, covered with a quilt, and let the tears surge down unscrupulously. Why, why can't you see my efforts? Looking up at the empty ceiling, I vaguely remembered an orator's words: you'd better learn from a flower, and it's most important to bloom happily. There is a fleshy little tree on the balcony. It eats all day and the scenery is good every day.
I dried my tears and looked at the leaves that were as fat as leaves and learned something.
I am no longer addicted to the pain of failure. I practice pronunciation and articulation against the wall over and over again; Late at night or early in the morning, when the cold wind blows, I stand on the balcony and recite my speech aloud. The stars became my audience, and every grass and tree sang with the wind. After listening to the teacher's advice, I typed the manuscript back and rewritten it; Not infectious enough, practice again; Body language is too flustered, weaving one action into a net in front of the mirror. Accept yourself with joy, chew the pain, boil sweat and tears into soup and pour it on the barren reality.
Finally, standing on the high podium, listening to the tide of applause, my heart jumped with joy. This is my moment, and it didn't let me down.
Perhaps the most essential thing in life is not to win, but to struggle without regrets. I don't believe the lines on my palm. This is just a trick of fate. It is to believe in the power of the palm, break the cocoon into a butterfly, and the phoenix will be nirvana. If it is overloaded, what is there to be afraid of? Your injuries will be the most dazzling medal.
My heart is full of joy. 15 the mottled old door leaned against the antique tower, and I walked into the tower for more than ten meters. The first humble old house I saw was the "Peach Blossom Garden" that made me ecstatic.
Pick up a fallen leaf, taste a cake, sing a Jiangnan song and watch a Jiangnan drama. It seems that the customs here have never changed since ancient times, but it is difficult to elaborate. I haven't been to this Peach Blossom Garden for several years.
In today's city, there are no clean and bright frogs and no touching starry sky. The sky is also the sky, and the earth is also the earth. Sometimes I really don't understand why the tower is empty, but when it is a fairyland, people are scrambling to escape. But I want to go back, eager!
In the dreary air, it is sultry, and the chair seems to be covered with fine needles, which makes me twist constantly, just like a dehydrated fish. I'm upset in my heart. A messy door trembling voice interrupted me, secretly blaming me and twisting my handle. My parents stood in front of the door, their cheeks bloodshot, as if they had climbed to the sixth floor in one breath. Mother smiled at the corner of her eyes and her father's mouth rose slightly. Not bad! This expression aroused my great interest. When I asked them in a hurry, they jumped around like sparrows, stuffed three suitcases, and in a hurry and panic, pushed me and the boxes down the stairs and threw us into the car at once. When they turned the steering wheel, I opened my mouth and closed it, and my eyes widened in surprise. Just after organizing the language, my parents turned their heads and shouted to me in unison: "Secret!" I was shocked again. After driving at high speed, the car turned into a winding path. When the car approached its destination, it slowly passed through the tunnel with trees on both sides, and the warm trickle flowed into my heart from nowhere. Yes, that's my old tower!
The car stopped, regardless of my parents, rushed out of the car, climbed the tower and hit the ancient clock hard. It's the mellow ethereal voice again, and my thoughts seem to be singing and blooming. I'm back!
My heart jumped with joy, the kitchen smoke matched with the evening breeze, and the faint Jiangnan song echoed for a long time. My heart jumped with joy, and the mottled criticism on the door remained unchanged, and tears welled up in my eyes during the jump. ...