Worms often run in the yard. I like them.
I just watched them play and had fun all afternoon.
The air in the afternoon is beautiful. The sun is shining through.
A grasshopper appeared in my room. It was so powerful that I caught it.
Locked in a favorite box, raised, very happy.
Give it my favorite grass every day, thinking that it can accompany me for a long time.
Only on the fourth day, when I brought grass to it, it died and was very quiet.
Before I could say anything, I looked at its body. Tears will flow down, just cry. Just crying
Sad as if I had lost my best friend, I buried it with tears.
We'll talk about it later. When I grow up, I know there are cloudy days in the sky.
Worms still often run in the yard, but I don't like them anymore.
The air in the afternoon is beautiful. The sun is shining through.
A grasshopper appeared in my room. It looks terrible.
I didn't say anything, just raised my hands and put down my shoes.
It is dead.
This time, I smiled.
Jiang Mumu asked, why do bugs change?
I said. I changed
About junior high school poetry prose 2 open the curtains and look up at the distant, dark and deep night. I hope there will be a meteor shower, because I have too many extravagant hopes.
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I hated sleeping when I was a child, because I always repeated the same monotonous, empty and lengthy dreams. In my dream, I always stand alone in the field covered by night. I am surrounded by loneliness and fear. Even when I struggled to get out of my dream, I was the only one in the room. My loneliness is unparalleled, so when I sleep, I often sit on the wide windowsill, hold my knees, lean against the glass window, and look up at the bright stars in the sky ... The sky around the stars is always clean and pure light blue, just like the legendary magic ball attracts me. My brother said that I was a lonely and contented child, and I would laugh like torn sunshine for the appearance of a star.
Secondly, it is another quiet night at home alone. There were not many stars in the past, and it was as quiet as death. I can even hear my own heartbeat. Suddenly, my body is like the cold air released by the Millennium ice. Then, I burst into tears and felt unprecedented loneliness. In the dark, I groped to open the VCD, play the meteor shower, and imagine the scene of meteors flying all over the sky ... The gentle and sad melody sounded over and over again, so that I wouldn't feel too lonely.
Thirdly, my friends always remind me: "Loneliness and loneliness are two different concepts. Don't confuse them. Just like you, you are lonely, but you are not lonely. " Then I smiled and asked her, "Really?" We are speechless with each other, walking side by side in the street, enjoying our loneliness. Night soon fell and we stopped in a busy and noisy street. Looking at the traffic on the road, the passers-by on the sidewalk are constantly flowing, and the neon lights on the street have all been unconsciously lit up. The biting cold wind was blowing violently, and I stubbornly refused to close my eyes. Because my body and heart are equally cold. I feel unbearable loneliness. My classmate once told me: "When you are cold and lonely, even if you stand on the busiest street, you will be in tears." Yes, I finally believe this sentence. So I said to my friends around me, "Let's go." I found her in tears ...
The long night has finally passed, and the warm sunshine is coming. After all, I didn't wait until the expected meteor shower, and I was lonely all night. ...
About junior high school poetry prose 3 carrying a pile of books home, one, two, three, four, very heavy; Look at the buttonwood trees in the street, one, two, three or four, many, many. ...
Walking on the road, I feel the scorching sun, but suddenly I find that I am not the child who can act willfully and play tricks on others. Time slips away in the ticking of the watch. I tried in vain to catch them, only to find that I only caught some fragile dreams.
I like listening to Faye Wong's Spinning Wood, and I can't help but hear tears. I thought I was invulnerable, but I found that I would still be hurt to pieces by those so-called friends. Why do people change when they grow up? How far is forever? It should be so far away that I can't measure it in my life, right?
I know that even if the sky is as blue as before, the water is as clear as before, and the wind is as soft as before, we can't go back. I don't understand why people always have to grow up. Just like Zhang Ailing wears high heels at the age of 3, cheongsam at the age of 7, and eats jiaozi and zongzi at the age of 13. But why are we always thinking about the little white dress when we finally become mature women with graceful manners?
Hey ~ maybe I can't escape growing up. If I don't want to grow up, maybe it's just a written statement. I have no choice but to grow up. But can you grow up slowly? I miss being happy for a little satisfaction when I was a child, and I miss everything that was simple when I was a child. Maybe we really can't go back to the bright sunshine in the past ~ but we still have memories that can be used to miss everything in the past, those loves, those hates, those things that need to be remembered for a lifetime, and so on …
I think maybe one day, when the scars in our hearts form cocoons, we can also forgive those unforgivable people with a smile; I think one day when the sun rises brightly again, we can also walk under the blue sky with the brightest smile. I think one day when clear raindrops fall in the sky, we can still stand by and drink tea at the window and calmly recall the past. ...
People who loved me, people I loved, even though you are far away from me now, I believe you are all angels. Your flowers bloom tree after tree in my life, even if there are tears, they are the clear spring that moistens my heart. You taught me to cherish and learn to understand. You proved my existence. Things are different and cruel, but we have loved, and we will not be lonely. Dear you, I sincerely wish you happiness.