That Haruka, the students' composition 1.
That spring, I looked up at her tender face and saw her beautiful girl's face and flowery smile; That spring, I raised my curious face and looked at her anxious expression and clumsy movements; That spring, I stubbornly upturned my face, unwilling to hold her hand or look at her face. ...
"Swallow, dressed in gorgeous clothes, comes here every spring ..." I don't know why this song always appears in my mind. I shook my head and tried to get rid of it.
I walked in front unscrupulously, deliberately keeping my distance from her, lifting my arrogant face, putting my hands in my trouser pockets, putting on headphones, and listening to those "things that young people should listen to" ... but I still looked back uneasily and watched her anxiously stirring up the crowds coming and going, struggling to push forward. I curled my pie and muttered-really, it's annoying! Then speed up the pace.
The music in the headphones makes me more agitated and confused. Wash your face and wake up. Sitting on the bench where I used to sit when I was a child in the park, singing my favorite songs and letting them flow, flowers bloom and fall!
then ...
It was still spring, and I inadvertently looked up at her. My girl's face is a little old and sad, a little flustered and nervous.
I gradually slowed down and wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with her. She's a little panicked. I took off my headphones, took my hand out of my trouser pocket, slowly held her hand, and then clenched it, just like when I was a child, fearing that others would hide behind her and hold her hand tightly. I held her hand and walked through the crowd. I can feel her shortness of breath She cried, and I cried. I took her to the park where she used to take me when I was a child. I nestled in her arms, sat on the bench I used to make when I was a child, and sang the song "Swallow, dressed in flowered clothes, comes here every spring ..."
I grew up quietly and she became whiter and whiter. Only then did I clearly realize how important she was to me, and how wayward and ignorant I was before.
Thank you, my mother. I will also lift up my happy face and smile at you. We will go to the park hand in hand, sit on the bench where I used to sit when I was a child and sing that song.
That spring song.
Then Haruka got full marks in composition 2.
I met her in front of the old house for the first time and made friends with her, which caught me off guard.
Weeds are swaying gently on the old eaves, and there is always a kind old man staring into the distance under the eaves. Following her eyes, the girl in a skirt with broken flowers in the flowers and plants is describing the time when a bean has seven cocoons.
That year, that day, and the time we passed are all recorded in the song of spring. There is a peach tree in the yard next to the old house. The only thing I can do is watch her make peach cakes and listen to her sing.
When the flowers fall, she will spread a cloth under the tree, wrap the fallen flowers, wash them, and crush them in a stone trough. Over time, the stone pestle and stone trough are also dyed with the color of peach blossom, and the fragrance is far away, mixed with our friendship. She smiled and said that she would make me a peach blossom cake. Mashed peach blossoms and steamed with glutinous rice. Everything is square and pink, like peach branches.
There are not only tall and beautiful peach trees in her yard, but also many camellias in the fence. Beauty is beautiful, but if it is so colorful, it will always be a pure fashion, instead of beautiful and gaudy plants with two or three points, ink painting leaves blank and distant significance. I am generous, but she just looks down at the bustling camellia, which means nothing. I didn't understand what she said at that time. All I know is that she is very emotional. After the silence, I heard singing, which sounded like camellia. Soon, a voice became hoarse. I looked up. It's the kind old man and the girl wearing a broken skirt in the flowers and plants.
That spring song is full of the colors of my childhood. Every day flies like gravel in your hand. I remember that spring, that childhood and that song-
I don't know what year I left her. I have been to her old house many times, but the shackles on the heavy old wooden door have become my saddest moment every day. I want to listen to that song again, the camellias in spring.
I thought that many friendships, like camellias, would be swept away by fierce summer sooner or later. But I forgot that only flowers can remember when the spring breeze came.
Yunshu, the autumn leaves turn yellow as soon as possible.
That Haruka got full marks in composition three.
The flowers in the sun are blooming generously.
Butterflies and bees are intoxicated in the sea of flowers. I haven't seen Zuzu for a long time, and my grandparents miss her very much, so we took a bus to Zuzu's small village. Her quadrangle is not far from the entrance to the village.
February broke the peace of this small village. This is the Flower Festival, and Baihua's birthday is here. The whole village is full of excitement. As the procession gets closer, the drums are getting smaller and smaller. Zuzu stood up and sang, "Spring breeze blows in February, and flowers bloom and fall". Then, everyone responded in succession, and I realized, ah, this is "Flower Ballad". The neat voice resounded through the sky.
Red as fire, white as snow, all lovely.
A group of people came to the mountain singing "Flower Ballad", invited the flower god in the sedan chair and presented flower cakes and peaches. People worship in succession, hoping for a good weather in the coming year. In the evening, Zuzu and I sat on the dam of the quadrangle, and her dog lay quietly on the edge. She looked at the stars in the sky and hummed "Flower Ballad". Zuzu doesn't sing, I listen to music. This sentence seems to be: "Spring breeze blows in February and flowers bloom ..."
Later, we went home, but the melody of "Flower Ballad" has been lingering in my ear.
A few years later, I went to junior high school and was very busy with my studies. When I calm down and put it down, my mind is still full of "flower ballads" and "February spring breeze blowing flowers". Once I went out to play and passed by the village where my ancestors lived. I want to go in and have a look. When I entered the village, I was greeted by a quadrangle. The village is very quiet, and it is very lively halfway up the mountain. I took a closer look, but I couldn't see clearly, but there was a faint voice in my ear: "Spring breeze blows in February." I took out my mobile phone and looked at it. /kloc-February, 0/6, is the flower dynasty.
The flowers are fresh and bright.
Another year passed, and my family received the bad news that my ancestor died of illness. After a series of treatments by my family, I stood in front of her grave: "The spring breeze in February blows flowers ..." I choked and sang "Flower Ballad". Zuzu caught up with her last flower festival, and the day she died was 16 in February. We changed the way to see her without authorization, and it was clear and became an annual flower festival.
Over there, Zuzu was accompanied not only by his wife whom he hadn't seen for many years, but also by Flower Ballad and February Spring Breeze Blowing Flowers.
What's the date today? It seems to be close to the flower dynasty again.
Spring breeze In February, the wind blows and flowers bloom.
That Haruka classmate got full marks in composition 4.
In people's expectation, Miss Chun finally appeared on the stage of nature with a colorful Luo skirt, and interpreted her unique beauty, which attracted many audiences to cheer for her.
You see, it is the grass that wants to see Miss Chun perform most. The grass is deeply attracted by the charming charm of the spring girl and can't wait to get out of the soil. In order to cheer for Miss Chun, Xiaocao specially dressed up and put on a new green dress. This new dress is so beautiful that it seems to drip. Xiaocao called a friend and enjoyed Miss Chun's beautiful performance with a large group of friends. Suddenly, after the severe winter, the earth appeared green again and again. Spring girl felt the enthusiasm of the grass, became happier and danced more beautifully.
You see, the flowers finally couldn't resist the temptation and rushed here. I'm in a hurry. I have to dress up to enjoy Miss Chun's performance. Otherwise, wouldn't it be rude? Flowers are polite and well dressed. Taohua puts on her favorite pink dress, like the sunrise in the sky; Lihua has always liked vegetarian food. She is wearing a long white dress, as white and proud as winter snow. Ross is full of domineering, dressed in red finery, gorgeous as fire, which vividly reflects her nobility. These big ladies are all dressed up, and the little girls on the hillside are busy picking out their most beautiful clothes and putting them on. Ladies and girls all dressed up to watch the performance of the spring girl, adding a touch of bright color to the earth after winter.
You see, these flowers attract butterflies, bees and all kinds of insects to watch Miss Chun's performance. Insects are not beautifully dressed like flowers, but only wear simple clothes to watch. The arrival of insects has added a vigorous vitality to the barren land in winter.
You see, the wind is also attracted. He came running slowly in colorless and transparent clothes. Say hello to the grass, flowers and insects along the way, adding a touch of peace to the earth after winter.
You see, God was moved by this scene and couldn't help crying. The tears of heaven moisten, and everything cheers and sucks the tears that are as expensive as oil, bringing water for repair to the earth disabled by winter.
Miss Chun is still enjoying her performance, intoxicated by it. Her wonderful performance made the earth shine and shine. Thanks to Miss Chun for her wonderful performance.
That Haruka classmate got full marks in composition five.
Outside, the spring is not strong. The howling cold wind got into the crack of the window and stared at the secular world.
In the house, people haven't left, and the tea is not cold.
When the fingers touch the cold and soft paper, the cells seem to tremble and rustle. Although not so pleasant to the ear, it can still comfort lonely people on this dreary night.
A piece of paper with slightly wrinkled corners looks up gently, and fingertips slide in spring. The festivals marked in red on the calendar have a festive flavor in my eyes at the moment.
That is a spring song; Singing in a low voice, singing in mid-April, accompanied by rain and dew, dancing on April Fool's Day. It is still some "platitudes", but it has become the most touching note in our ears. We never tire of hearing jokes such as "my shoelaces are loose" and "I went to the office", as if all our friendship were hidden in this common joke.
That is a spring song; Shaking briskly, swaying in June, with the fragrance of flowers, floating on Children's Day. "It seems that there is no Children's Day for a long time." I said to myself. It seems that when Xiaoshengchu crosses the bridge, the burden of "June 1" will fall into the rolling river and never return. At school, we still feel the breath that belongs to us, the joy between the eyebrows and eyes, and the joy on our hands and feet; It doesn't matter if you don't have a holiday. It seems that all the disappointments are covered up by this gathering of lies.
That is a spring song; Singing aloud, singing aloud in mid-June, accompanied by the sweat of the senior high school entrance examination. It's spring here, and I'm here to sing and sing the songs of spring. Like those shallow and deep past events, I don't feel sad. With the spring breeze, I dried my wet eyes for a long time.
This is just a Haruka, but it turns into a dress, following the sunrise and singing softly; Although I still know that the road is long, it will accompany me to create a brilliant future like the wind-I will not be sad.
That Haruka classmate got full marks in composition 6.
Imagine lying quietly on the grass, surrounded by colorful flowers, kissing by butterflies and dancing happily with bees.
Flat grass, beautiful flowers, those lovely bees and butterflies, who brought you to me?
A ray of spring light penetrates the screen window. I looked up, gently lifted the curtain corner and stared at the dreamy garden outside the window.
Ah! I was lyrical and couldn't help singing the songs of spring.
"We all walked through a meadow, and we all remembered a little flower."
Yes, walking in the glory of the sunset, there is a green paradise under your feet. Close your eyes gently, open your arms and enjoy the caress of the sunshine in your later years. I only found that the sun was setting, but it was still too bright for me to look straight at. I lowered my head and opened my eyes, interrupting this seemingly beautiful dream. Isn't a person's life similar to this day? From birth, to germination, to flowering, to death ... the end point is the same, but the road is different. But if there is no one else, there is only endless loneliness.
I continued to sing, and birds sang from time to time in the air. My eyes lit up, and I moved to a small bench to sit down and began to imagine new dreams.
Yes, walking in the glory of the sunset, accompanied by birds and flowers, I suddenly feel relaxed and happy. I smell, jump and run, looking for this perfect paradise. What am I doing? Birds flying overhead have returned to their nests, and flowers have closed their petals. I have some anxiety, some fear, and even regret that I came to such a lonely world. There was silence all around, the breeze was blowing gently, and the grass on the ground did not stretch. I ignored it and just walked forward.
I'm tired, so is the sun.
I managed to pull out a smile and sat down on the stone next to me.
Do you have to meet death in the twilight? No, I don't want to.
I struggled to climb the tree and looked up. The stars are dancing, shining and smiling. I am like a ruler, standing on a branch-between heaven and earth. I am not afraid of falling down, because I still have wings of hope! I lay down to respond to the smile of the stars. The whole world was quiet. I fell asleep and lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, I had come to a world like heaven-no, this is heaven!
Flowers are blooming, bees and butterflies are laughing. I looked at the birds in the sky, and I couldn't speak. I can't think of a good word.
For a while.
I am lyrical, flying in my dream, and I can't help singing the songs of spring.
That Haruka classmate got full marks in composition 7.
Fields, sunsets and kites compose the Haruka in my life.
I stayed in the country for a while. For a girl who grew up in this city, everything is new when she first comes to the countryside. But within a few days, I was tired of living without my mobile phone and computer. One of my neighbors' eldest brothers knows me very well. He sensed my unhappiness and suggested that I fly a kite.
It is said to be flying kites, but where can I find kites and open spaces? After listening to my question, Big Brother smiled mysteriously and took out his homemade kite. I think this kite is exquisitely made. A white line with uniform thickness and a bamboo pole with just the right length are next to each other, covered with a canvas and dotted with various colors. A bird is lifelike! I was fascinated by it when my big brother said, "Let's fly kites in the field!" " "
Field? This is a novel place, so I followed it curiously. When you come to a harvest field, you can smell the mellow smell of grain in the air. Brother skillfully picked up a leaf, measured the wind direction, then put the kite on the ground and ran gently. The thin kite string catches the kite and drags it into the sky little by little. Finally, the kite was lifted by the wind and suddenly flew over our heads. "fly! Fly. " I can't help cheering. Hearing my applause, the kite floated proudly up and down. Eldest brother flew into the ground, waist-high straw rustled his clothes, echoing the hum of the wind blowing canvas. Get carried away, I also ran, chasing the kite high above.
When the sun goes down, the brilliant glow dyes the earth and the sky as red as fire. Sunset gently sprinkled golden sunshine on kites and our smiling faces, and plated the fields with gold powder, as if it were the harvest season. Suddenly, a dazzling white light blinded me and looked up. It's comforting to catch a glimpse of that kite as if it were really a bird, soaring in the sky. 、
The fragrance of wheat, the softness of the breeze and the golden sunshine all rubbed into my heart with their laughter, so sweet and beautiful. How I wish time would stop at this moment and teach me to enjoy this warm time forever. Savor this wonderful past of flying kites in the field, just as I will always cherish the warm spring-like ballad engraved in my memory.
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