You often think of rocks and bubbles, followed by the back of a long-distance ship.
Occasionally, birds and fish add color to you, glow and dye you, and stones accompany you in sports. There are boats to cut beautiful lines for you, sunshine to put on gorgeous coats for you, and wind to put on shiny ornaments for you.
Your tenderness only stays in the painter's pen, in the silhouette of the photo. The ship's rail is touched by you, the wind is merciful to you, the fish and birds are crazy about you, the rocks are bullied by you, the beach is chased by you, the shells let you play, and the children are driven away by you.
You are the wave in my heart. You dance on the top of my heart, causing waves of trembling and bringing waves of happiness.
You are a flower in the sea, sometimes as clean as ice and snow, and sometimes as bright as rosy clouds. Like a flash in the pan, like snow melting into water, one after another, complement each other.
You are a spray in the sea. Sometimes you growl, sometimes you wander, sometimes you chase, sometimes you spin. Sometimes you are cold, sometimes you are warm, sometimes you are gentle and sometimes you are rude. Sometimes you are clear as water, and sometimes you are arrogant as a hammer. Sometimes it caresses your face like a soft pancreas, and sometimes it boils like running a horse.
You are a flower born of the tide, you rush on the waves, you moan happily, and you spin briskly. You add color to the ocean, you create life for the ocean, you add prestige to the ocean.
The sea is radiant because of your presence, tender as water because of your gentleness, strong as a fierce horse because of your roar, colorful because of your unruly, and happy and beautiful because of you.
I forgive you, because I like you and the anger you brought me.
I love you, because I am moved by you and my heart that is about to become the Dead Sea.
I miss you because I want to have you and keep you in my heart.
I chased you because I was afraid you would never come back.
I avoided you because I was afraid I would burn into foam.
I shut you out because I was afraid that the stone would be too hard to hurt my heart.
I have too many scars, too many disputes, too much helplessness, too much burden, too much sadness and too much yearning in my heart.
I look forward to happiness, I need happiness, I pursue love and pay attention to it.
Because of you, the waves in my heart, I am happy and beautiful. Two: In the boring and long six-year primary school, too many past events have vanished with the fog, and too many sweetness and sadness have become trivial memories, which can't bear the challenge of the new life and disappear without a trace. But in the hazy memory, there will always be a white and dazzling spray blooming and splashing in my heart, no matter how the world changes and how the seasons alternate.
You always smile in my memory, maybe that's why I like to laugh, too! Because I see you smile more: a row of newly picked hair seems to stop in the distant Qingyun on a sunny day; The two pupils are actually fairy caves, shining with the light of treasures, and the reddish cheeks are filled with deep joy. From then on, I yearned for and admired laughter, fell in love with the smiles of people around me, discovered the art and charm of "laughter" and lived happily.
You are a "boring" person who pesters me with questions whenever you have time, but somehow, I fell in love with this "inseparable". A feeling of being cared for makes me happy, and your attachment makes me happy. We work together and strive for the goal. Maybe you can't see clearly that I am a face-saving person, so the noise between us often ends with your giving up, while I greedily enjoy watching the steps you built and humming leisurely. It must be hard for you to associate with someone who doesn't take the initiative like me
Our tacit understanding is a Chinese odyssey. I remember bungee jumping then. We have always been evergreen trees in the competition. I jump and jump just to appreciate the blooming flowers on your face!
But six years later, you were not so lucky as me, and entered your favorite junior high school ... Since then, we have lost contact. I don't know where you are, and you don't know how I am. Every time I pass by the school gate of that familiar primary school, I can't help but feel the waves: I can always think of you and imagine what it will be like when we meet in the distant future, crying or speechless.
Looking through old classmates' books and seeing the message you sent on graduation day, I really want to say to you, "You are my best friend and an angel sent by God. I don't think any friendship can surpass you and me. They are either a mirage or a flash in the pan. "
Far away from home, if you can think of me often, it would be great!
Why do the white and dazzling waves always bloom in my heart and make me dream! Yue Fei, you are an unruly wild horse chasing the sunset, a battlefield hero who fought bloody battles and never bowed his head, and a wave floating in the sea of my heart. A suit of arrogance, so that all opponents will be routed, but you can resist the attack in front, but you can't afford to fight behind. The broad back, like the Central Plains, bears the mother's advice and Shenxiong's China's "loyalty to the country", but this road to serving the country makes the treacherous court officials of the bad king tortuous and dangerous. Whom you are loyal to will decide your life and death. Those who give you wealth and beauty may give you death at some point, but you are too busy preparing for the battle to take care of it. The corner of the expressionless golden hall has outlined the embryonic form of the storm hall ... my heart trembled with the waves. Twelve gold medals and twelve sluts will capture Zhongliang. Yesterday's hunters, today's hounds, even hate watching the ups and downs of the Yellow River, but also blowing a gasp, instantly diverted! Mother's words have now become a fatal package. Only when your life is in a state of rage with a sharp knife, do you realize that the writing of "Man Jiang Hong" begins with a familiar spear head of a tinker and stops on a strange stone ... and your heart is choppy and chilling. The butcher knife fell and the sky broke! The bursting sunset painted a bloody sail, the waves staggered, the boat passed by, and your unyielding soul left this world. Between the pavilions, there is a sly smile like a thief. Outside the pavilions, there are countless people crying all over the world ... My heart is full of stones, and the waves beat against the shore, rolling up piles of snow, and I burst into tears. The fatuous radius behind the dragon console table measures the circumference of folk evil. Who let you be complacent, but try to catch up with an era when there is no good doctor for serious illness ... My heart gradually calmed down and I felt the same way. Ah, Yue Fei! Under your name is the scar of the nation, and the painful face is the medal of history! May you be eternal in my blue heart. ...