I looked at the rainy scenes brought by spring, as if these scenes were covered with a thin layer of yarn. Through this layer of yarn, I saw a kind of loss. I think everything at this time has feelings for me, right?
Vaguely, I saw a kite floating in the dark sky. Oh, no, that's a broken kite. The kite has left the kite line, and it has been flying in the air, wandering aimlessly, just like, just like my life now; Someone once asked me, "What is your ideal or goal?"
I was just silent, without words, because I was at a loss. I can't see everything in the future clearly and I can't fathom it. I am like a kite with a broken line, fluttering naturally with the wind in the drizzle, and I am at a loss between heaven and earth. ...
I have made plans for the future, either to be a policeman or a teacher ... but all these things are buried in the dust of sighs of time, and I will never take them out again. ...
This spring, I was still wandering at the crossroads, confused, disoriented and confused.
I hesitated this spring. I hope there is a kite string tied to me, so that I won't wander again. ...
The autumn wind blows, as if telling this sadness. The stars are shining, which makes people feel cold. I sat alone under the starlight, thoughtfully, falling leaves, like a calendar, with the pale and powerless words-autumn written on it. "Oh autumn, my great-grandfather died for half a year! Oh, I really regret it.
My great-grandfather is disabled and has no wife and son. Only my father and grandfather take care of me. An accident last year put him in bed. My father, though his nephew, goes back to take care of him every night. Sometimes I go back and have a look. When grandpa saw us, his spirit recovered immediately.
20 1 1 in Tomb-Sweeping Day, on the day when thousands of families mourned, my great-grandfather, a 70-year-old man, passed away with regrets, leaving me only regrets.
The night before in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father had a drink and was going to take me home. My mother is afraid of danger and won't let me go home. I begged desperately, and my mother refused without hesitation:' No! It's too cold at home. Didn't you just go back yesterday? You are not allowed to go back today! I have no choice but to give up.
Perhaps because of a hunch, I couldn't sleep that night. In the morning 1, a hurried bell rang. It's my father. My mother picked up the phone, and I thought I heard them talking about grandpa.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, when I got home, I saw a white lantern hanging on Grandpa's room as soon as I entered the door, and my heart suddenly got cold. At this time, my grandfather came to me and said, "Your grandfather has left. On his deathbed, he just wanted to see you. He put you in his heart and called your name to death.
After listening, my heart trembled and I shed tears of regret. Grandpa, at the last stage of your life, I didn't wait for you, leaving you with regret! Alas, there is no regret medicine in the world. No one has died since ancient times, and grandpa has left. But I want to live better!
I hope I can help you and adopt it.