There are not many people on campus at this time, so my lonely but fast-paced figure is particularly conspicuous in this quiet campus. In a casual look up, I saw a figure in the distance waiting for something with a heavy thing under the bright light.
It's raining, and the water mist is so heavy. What's he doing standing there? I gradually approached, and his figure was enlarged bit by bit, only to see a thick cotton wool in his hand. He hung his head tightly to protect the cotton wool for fear that it would get wet.
I wonder: why is he waiting in the rain with a quilt in his arms? On second thought, he may be sending quilts to children boarding at school. Yes, it's getting cold recently. Which parent is no longer worried about their children? But why didn't he hide in the awning on the side and stand in the rain under the light? Think again, maybe I'm afraid that I can't find myself when my son or daughter comes, so I deliberately stand under the striking glare and wait quietly ... I think here, there is no warm current pouring into my heart, which is refreshing. Who is afraid of the rain all over the sky? After a few steps, I saw that his clothes and trousers were old, even faded, and his hair covered with rain and dew was drooping. He remained motionless and silent, clutching the quilt tightly.
His face is covered with wrinkles after the vicissitudes of time, which are the traces of the passage of time. Obviously, he is over half a year old. Seeing that the campus was deserted, his face was dim and he looked in a trance. I seem to hear a sigh.
I walked past him. He looked up at once when he heard footsteps. When he saw me, he was disappointed and began to look around. Anxiety comes from his eyes. I left without saying a word, listening to the sound of drizzle and heartbreak.
The rain is getting louder and louder. I wonder if my father has left. Although it wasn't dad who got wet, I still felt uncomfortable. Waiting in the rain is the most persistent true feelings. The true feelings fall with the rain, weaving a silent touch, but who will find and pay attention to this warmth? .
On the way home at night, the scenery in front of me is constantly changing, both familiar and unfamiliar.
Only those trees, grass and flowers, no matter where they move, are still so fresh and full of vitality, but those roads, houses and houses have changed, and there is always a strange feeling. The scenery of the road is beautiful, but we still want to stop and have a place of our own. When we are tired, we can have a rest and continue to insist.
When walking on the road, because I have a place I want to go, that place is warm and familiar to me, no matter how cold it is, my heart will warm up. Back home, back to the place where I was a child, I always feel that time seems to be slowing down.
The wind is blowing slowly, sparrows are jumping around in the open space looking for food, and cats and dogs are lazily staying in front of the door. If they pass by, their fur will stand up and make a threatening sound in the room, which is completely different from those pet dogs. That belongs to a real dog. Some teenagers came over and just smiled.
Now when a little older children have grown up. Still dressed in a foreign style, the city is developing rapidly now, and there is no difference between regions and urban and rural areas, but that impetuous feeling still exists.
A rational and profound understanding of life still needs years of polishing. I can't help thinking of you. You and I have been on the road.
Far and near, virtual and real. When I can't see you, I become rational and indifferent. I look at those young dads who are afraid of treating their children and being contained. As said, the father is sincere to the child, and the child is much less to the father.
I also saw the inconvenience and harm caused by those small and disgusting faces. The road is short, and you will always reach your destination soon, but the feeling on the road is always long.
Everyone's appearance is much more beautiful than before, but also much more indifferent. Everyone's heart is the kind of mentality of sweeping away the snow in front of their own house and not caring about first frost. This is the influence of the current unhealthy trend in society and they are afraid of disaster. At this time, I always feel that I really have unfathomable martial arts like those chivalrous women in martial arts novels, and I can help the weak, instead of just watching and not daring to do something useless.
I always like to wear MP3 on my ears, let the music flow slowly in the wind and integrate myself into the music. Or sad or helpless watching those vibrant green leaves flash by in front of my eyes, I have a lot of hopes and expectations for life, and I always hope that I can feel more when I am healthy.
I can bring joy to myself and myself, but I slowly feel unhappy and depressed, but I don't want to talk to anyone. I can only understand my inner feelings. The road is at your feet, so you can only walk slowly by yourself. The endless stream of cars keeps moving forward, and there will always be ancient chariots and horses in front of my eyes. At that time, the conditions were much worse than now, but we have accumulated so much in the past until now.
However, it seems that our hope of floating in the sky will never be satisfied and realized. It looks so clear, but it is so far away. Invisible pressure always makes me feel very tired. So only on the road, sort out your thoughts and your heart.
What life should be or will be like. As long as you work hard and put your heart into it, you will feel a different kind of heart even if you are still walking on the road.
The sky is still so high, the ground is still so wide, and the heart will widen. In the turbulent water, there are you, me and us.
Today, I confidently said to my parents, "Today, let's change roles, let me be a parent, and you will listen to me, ok?" "Yes, sir!" I said, "I'll take you to climb the mountain this morning, eat noodles at noon, and then go to bed;" Go swimming in the afternoon, cook at home for dinner, and finally write a composition. "
"The child" said, "Dad, don't take less money!" I set off with the calculated 50 yuan and the "child". Along the way, I reminded them to take the right! When I arrived at the destination, I saw that they were panting and seemed to lack exercise! I reached out and bought myself the most expensive popsicle, but then I thought: I am so selfish, they must be very angry.
I only ordered two bottles of ice water to quench their fever and thirst. After buying the tickets, I said to them, "After meeting at the top of the mountain, sit down and sketch."
The "children" chased each other. As soon as I saw it, I quickly said, "I can't even fight when I walk!" We started heading for the top of the mountain again. When I reached the top of the mountain, I looked at the beautiful Wuxi and was very happy.
I made a draft in my mind to prepare my composition for going home at night. Before I knew it, it was lunch time, and I led the "children" upstairs to eat noodles.
Although the morning went well, the afternoon was miserable! As soon as I got home, they went to their rooms. I was doing my homework in the living room. I want to get a book from the study. I didn't expect "children" to play chess here! I have no choice but to play chess with them.
It is raining. I looked at the clock. Oh, my God! It's six o'clock. They have been raining for more than six hours. I have to cook dinner.
I served my own cooking, thinking: my best tomato scrambled eggs, they should like it very much. After dinner, something unexpected happened. They went to write a composition. I have already written it, but I didn't hand it in. As soon as I opened the door, I saw "children" playing computer.
This really makes me angry. I gave them a fright by kicking the door. They finally finished writing their composition, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
In fact, isn't "child" my usual performance? That night, I thought: it's not easy to be an adult. You have to work hard for us all your life and work hard. Parents, you are so great.
On the way home at night, on the way home.
The scenery in front of us is constantly changing, both familiar and unfamiliar. Only those trees, grass and flowers, no matter where they move, are still so fresh and full of vitality, but those roads, houses and houses have changed, and there is always a strange feeling.
The scenery of the road is beautiful, but we still want to stop and have a place of our own. When we are tired, we can have a rest and continue to insist. When walking on the road, because I have a place I want to go, that place is warm and familiar to me, no matter how cold it is, my heart will warm up.
Back home, back to the place where I was a child, I always feel that time seems to be slowing down. The wind is blowing slowly, sparrows are jumping around in the open space looking for food, and cats and dogs are lazy in front of the door. If they pass by, their fur will stand up and make a threatening sound in the room, which is completely different from those pet dogs. That belongs to a real dog.
Some teenagers came over and just smiled. Now when a little older children have grown up. Still dressed in foreign style, the city is developing rapidly now, and there is no difference between regions and urban and rural areas, but that kind of impetuous feeling still exists. A rational and profound understanding of life still needs years of polishing.
I can't help thinking of you. You and I have been on the road. Far and near, virtual and real. When I can't see you, I become rational and indifferent. I look at those young dads who are afraid of treating their children and being contained. As said, the father is sincere to the child, and the child is much less to the father. I also saw the inconvenience and harm caused by those small and disgusting faces.
The road is short, and you will always reach your destination soon, but the feeling on the road is always long. Everyone's appearance is much more beautiful than before, but also much more indifferent. Everyone's heart is the kind of mentality of sweeping away the snow in front of their own house and not caring about first frost. This is the influence of the current unhealthy trend in society and they are afraid of disaster. At this time, I always feel that I really have unfathomable martial arts like those chivalrous women in martial arts novels, and I can help the weak, instead of just watching and not daring to do something useless.
I always like to wear MP3 on my ears, let the music flow slowly in the wind and integrate myself into the music. Or sad or helpless watching those vibrant green leaves flash by in front of my eyes, I have a lot of hopes and expectations for life, and I always hope that I can feel more when I am healthy. I can bring joy to myself and myself, but I slowly feel unhappy and depressed, but I don't want to talk to anyone. I can only understand my inner feelings. The road is at your feet, so you can only walk slowly by yourself.
The endless stream of cars keeps moving forward, and there will always be ancient chariots and horses in front of my eyes. At that time, the conditions were much worse than now, but we have accumulated so much in the past until now. However, it seems that our hope of floating in the sky will never be satisfied and realized. It looks so clear, but it is so far away. Invisible pressure always makes me feel very tired.
So only on the road, sort out your thoughts and your heart. What life should be or will be like. As long as you work hard and put your heart into it, you will feel a different kind of heart even if you are still walking on the road. The sky is still so high, the ground is still so wide, and the heart will widen. In the turbulent water, there are you, me and us.
On the way home, the plants on both sides have lost their youthful vitality, and the willows are still swaying in the wind, but they are no longer beautiful; Flowers are still beautiful, but they are no longer fragrant; The leaves are still green, but there is a layer of dust; The world is no longer as beautiful as it is in memory and becomes gloomy.
On the way home, I have lost my grandfather's company, lost the thick gasps in my ears, and couldn't hear the gentle calls. In the sunset, only a long shadow is left, which is lonely. There is no hurry to go home, no brisk pace, and no urging. No longer running around, walking leisurely, enjoying the scenery on the roadside, thinking about things in my heart and humming songs.
There was a little more life in the river, and I was surprised to find that the garbage had disappeared without a trace. When the car passes by, it always raises a piece of dust and then falls on those weeds, which is gray.
The birds in memory no longer fly, but just sing; The beauty in memory is no longer fragrant, but shows off; The bell grass on the roadside is still ringing in your hand; The blue sky in memory is no longer soaring, but gloomy, cutting off the distance from the blue sky; The sunset in my memory is no longer shining, but quiet, bringing me distant thoughts.
I still remember that this road took eight years, a whole eight years. This road has left a footprint that can never be erased.
Grandpa's departure made me stronger and no longer afraid. Let me know that we should cherish time. The departure of my predecessors once again sounded the alarm of time, making me work harder and no longer confused. It strengthened my dream.
The little girl on the roadside greeted me and I smiled at her. Maybe she will have a wonderful childhood to spend, and she can also face difficulties with a sweet smile and tears.
I no longer choose to escape, no longer avoid the wind and rain, but also feel that the beauty and strong belief of the wind and rain have left traces in my heart, which will never be erased.
Wind and rain, beauty, blue sky, soaring, my dream, flying.
6. Walking on the way home from school composition Walking on the way home from school, I seem to be in an ocean of jubilation. The overpass is wide and flat, extending in all directions. The wide road is very bright under the sunshine, and the traffic on the road is like a fine horse running on the vast grassland.
I want to ride a bus horse when I go home. Sit on the bus and look out immediately. Wow! What a smooth painting. The steed walks through the tortuous streets, and every street twists and turns in the colorful Rongcheng, like a flowing river, with no head before and no tail after.
Walking on the way home from school, I seem to be in a happy world. People laughed and laughed along the way, and the trees seemed to say, "Happy school, happy school, go and play!" " Go and play! "
I feel very happy when I walk home from school. We are as free as birds just released from cages!
7. Write on the way home from school
On the way home from school, I have been walking for seven or eight years. From kindergarten to primary school
From school to junior high school, I have been carrying a heavy schoolbag home. But since I entered middle school, I
Only on the way to school did I find the difference between the past and the present.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, every day after school, I ran to the kindergarten gate.
Mouth, eyes wide open, looking for grandpa to take me home. At that time, whenever grandpa saw me,
Will pulled out a small box from his pocket like magic, which contained a lot of delicious food.
Things: chocolate, jiajia toffee, "spicy rice crust" ... on the way home from school,
As long as I see my favorite toys, I will pester my grandfather to buy them. My grandfather can't beat me, plus right
My pet always pays for me without hesitation. At that time, on my way home from school,
The happiest moment of the day.
After graduating from primary school, with the growth of age, I began to go home alone. Although grandpa is away.
Small box, but I am surrounded by my "buddies". Everyone is laughing, hee hee.
Haha, shouting loudly, sometimes chasing and fighting, immersed in a relaxed and happy atmosphere. that
Sometimes, I think the road after school is the most relaxing moment in my study life.
I broke up with my good friend in junior high school and went to Fudan No.2 Middle School, which is far from home.
On the way home from school, I was the only one left.
At that time, it was getting late, surrounded by thousands of lights, with an empty stomach and an empty heart.
More empty, as if something had been lost. I always try my best to get on the bus, not small.
When my heart squeezes or steps on others, it will immediately trigger a burst of abuse, so I must live with others.
Apologize Whenever I carry a heavy schoolbag alone, I walk silently in the street.
In the middle. Walking on the way home, I feel very lonely, and my mind keeps jumping out of kindergarten.
There are also scenes on the way to primary school, which I want to reproduce in my dreams and really want to see!
On the way home from school, a thin figure walked silently in the street. ……
Like a lonely goose, flying in the boundless sky. ...
But I deeply know that childhood affection and childlike interest grow with age.
Leave me, I am slowly growing up to meet new challenges.