What we immediately face is a poetic flower season and a poetic rainy season. Like a song? Sing a sad song; Poetry, too Write a melancholy poem.
Countless "Waterloo", lost hearts will come to mind, and countless meditations will turn into bitter and salty tears. The ancients said that "the deceased is like a husband", and time really flies like running water, drifting away in empty eyes. Every time I make up my mind, I will be destroyed by my parents' coldness, and it will become an endless cycle. Trouble, trouble, too much, too much ...
The homework is sighing, but the teacher laughs and plays hard.
Every time I stay up late, I quietly sip a few cups of tea, tap my pen without accompaniment, and fly like a ballet. ...
I have seen such a sentence: "There was no road in Shushan, and more people died, so it became a road." (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
I couldn't help laughing when I saw this article, and now I finally realize the author's difficulty.
In the face of countless problems, sometimes I will be in a daze, and the problems seem to have become countless shadows, floating in front of my eyes. The sea is vast, where is the lovely energy? Limited energy!
Food, clothes, school, coming back ... are all beautiful petals, which should have been beautiful petals, but now they have disappeared into the distant scenery one by one.
Looking out of the window, everything has been rendered by the spring, even the fog has been filtered, as if covered with a layer of green gauze, elegant and chic ... but what about the spring in my heart? Has been covered with flying snow.
I remember when I was a child, I held a kite in my hand and let it fly in the blue sky, and my heart began to fly.
But now, my heart is like a heavy iron yoke, looking out of the window and at the blue sky. How can I fly with my wings broken? How can we let go of our dreams when the windows are full of winter jasmine?
So I raised my heavy pen and wandered in the ocean of problems with tears in my eyes. ...
I often close my eyes when my father raises his huge palm and when my mother opens her voice. I am calm, stable, calm but not rigid, stable and programmed.
How many nights, reading all night, writing all the time ... but all I got was broken petals all the way.
This math exam, I faced it calmly, but the sweat on my forehead still merged into a stream, and my exam results were still unsatisfactory, and many beautiful dreams were shattered.
Did I earn this with hard sweat?
I always feel that God has given me a pair of heavy wings to fly like a lonely goose, but I always can't get satisfactory results. Oh, I am a wild goose, flying in the sky, hoping to reach the ideal shore one day. ...
Wave goodbye to the clouds of childhood, happiness has been taken away by geese flying in autumn.
Trouble is just a grain of sand, and sand can't stop the progress.
The wind is blowing and the geese fly away. ...