Emotional choice 1:
Look at the sky
When the curtains were opened, a ray of golden sunshine came in. Looking up, ah, it's another bright morning!
The sky is blue, a few clouds are walking leisurely in the sky, and my heart is floating to the depths of the sky. I saw a little girl leaning against the window, with big bright eyes, holding her chin in her gentle little hands and staring at the sky. That little girl is me. When I was a child, I had a vision for the sky. I hope I am a long white cloud, pure and happy; I yearn for a better life in the Moon Palace; I am eager to see the faces of the seven fairies ... the sky is loaded with my childhood dreams. Birds are messengers, taking my dreams far away. ...
My heart is quiet, like a clear lake without a trace of microwave. A few birds flitted across the sky, perhaps flying too fast. A few white and soft feathers fell from the sky. They were on cloud nine, gently touching the quiet lake, making ripples ... Heart, drunk ... That point on the lake was not a feather, but a dream I gave when I was a child. ...
The sun has quietly turned a circle; Clouds also drift away with the wind. Only I, still like a child, looked at the sky with my chin cupped. ...
Love a person quietly leaning against the window and looking up at the sky. At this time, all the troubles of Hua Song drifted away with the wind; All happiness has become a bird, flying to the sky, hovering in the clouds ... I like looking up at the sky, like its clarity during the day and tranquility at night. During the day, the sky is full of my pleasure, the wind is my pleasure, the clouds are my pleasure, and the sun is my pleasure. The wind holds the hand of the cloud, and the cloud holds the hand of the sun. What about the sun? Let out a ray of bright sunshine and hold my hand by the window. This is pleasant, overflowing into my heart ... At night, I look up at the sky, count the stars and look at the moon. The wavering people in my heart are quiet, the clouds sleep, the wind sleeps, and the birds sleep quietly. The deep and beautiful starry sky seems to be woven from our dreams. The star is a dream, a dream full of beautiful fantasies. In the moonlight, children who have been naughty for a day and adults who have been tired for a day sleep soundly, thus weaving a blue dream sky. ...
I went to the window again, looked up at the sky, looking for my happiness …
Emotional choice 2:
Vast, eternal and pure-this is my first impression of the sky.
Walking in the street, sitting in front of the desk, standing on the balcony ... whenever there is an opportunity, I will unconsciously raise my head and look at the eternal day from a fixed angle. At this time, I can always feel a shock and touch from the sky. Being between heaven and earth, whenever we look up, we always feel that the sky has been staring at us, watching us and protecting us, and a sense of security arises spontaneously. composition
The most unforgettable sky for me was seen on the way to school. At that time, it was not too late, and the pale orange rosy clouds in the west were faintly visible. As soon as I looked up, I was shocked by this quiet and holy beauty: the sky was almost transparent light blue, a little gray because of the sunset. The looming gray is like a mist, adding a little mystery to the sky. This strange blue color spread to the west, but it stopped when it was about to meet the skirt of sunset glow. Instead, it is a soft fish-belly white, which is reminiscent of soft and smooth silk. In the east, there is a crescent moon bent like a silver hook, just like a delicate and chic little hairpin in the sky. I was thinking, if only I could have a camera! In this way, it is a perfect thing to keep this beautiful scenery and this touch forever. (Repair system text)
Looking up at the sky, you will not only gain beautiful scenery and touch. Looking up at the sky in spring, you get bright expectations; Looking up at the sky in autumn, I feel the heroism of "cranes in the clear sky row clouds and lead poems to the blue sky"; Look up at the sky on a cloudy day and feel the breadth and tolerance of the sky; Starry night looking up at the sky, lamenting the vastness of the universe and the smallness of human beings. ...
Look up at the sky when you are idle. Looking for a peace of mind in the sunrise and sunset, clouds and clouds.
Emotional choice 3:
When I was a child, I often looked up at the sky and was full of curiosity about it. Those white clouds, birds, stars, the sun … always attract my little eyes. Occasionally, a plane flies by, which always makes me look up, only to know that the plane has disappeared without a trace in my sight.
At that time, I often dreamed that one day, an old white-haired fairy would float by in white clouds. He would help me realize my wish, accept me as his apprentice and teach me magic. Then I would destroy all the bad guys in the world and protect social peace.
At night, the stars are shining and the moonlight is bright. I never care why there are starlight and moonlight, and why there are white nights alternating. I just stubbornly argued with my friends: the moon moves with me!
Gradually, with thoughts, I learned the joys and sorrows of heaven. Or there are no clouds in Wan Li, or it's stormy. In this way, the sky affects us invisibly. We will look forward to a clear sky in a rainy day for a week or a month, and need a sunshine, as if the sunshine can drive away the faint sadness that has been deposited for a long time.
We can't dominate the sky. Looking up at the sky, I stared at those eyes with more sadness and dark clouds. Apart from sighing about my life, I am helpless and can no longer touch the beautiful myth. We began to choose to escape from the sky, and even stopped looking up. Just hurry to speed up the pace of self and rush to the destination in my heart. What's more, I resist the sky, fearing that the dark bottomless sky will expose my helplessness and loneliness.
In fact, the sky has not changed, but the heart that looks up at the sky has changed.
Emotional choice 4: (banner slogan)
Look at the sky
Life is like a dream, years are like songs, and year by year passes in an instant. With a smile and a sadness. On rainy days, thinking silently, thinking. ...
Time waits for no one, slowly, slowly ... we are all grown up. Nowadays, we all go to different places, schools or societies. In a new place, we all made new brothers and sisters and started a new life. Gradually, gradually ... we all forgot the past. ...
Forget the previous laughter, those ups and downs, forget that we all used to understand each teacher's signature moves like monkeys, and then the whole class burst into laughter ... Who remembers now? We agreed to remember each other's promises. Who else remembers that the eyes in front of the school gate are almost full of tears ... Is my leaving ignoring friendship, or is my silence missing perfection? Remember when we beat each other's chests and said "Fuck you"? Remember before the exam, we clenched our fists and silently cheered for each other?
As time goes by, the previous laughter has turned into a breeze greeting. What separates our friendship? What cut us off? Look at the familiar names in the address book, hesitate to dial the phone, and listen to the familiar tone.
At any time, let us learn and understand indifference, even if we meet, we will pass by. Better, just a greeting. And that cold tone is better than never meeting, but there are people who want to meet. In QQ, I saw familiar names flashing, but I didn't expect to say hello. Occasionally say hello on a whim, or you may not reply. But also quietly hide the local benefits in my heart. ...
Former classmates, contacts, friends who used to play better. Perhaps, you have forgotten me, but I am still thinking silently. Even though I never say hello to some classmates, it is a pleasure for me to look at you, even if you pass by. ...
Just because I am a stubborn child, I am so stubborn that I am afraid of forgetting you and seeing graduation photo from time to time. Even if you will change your original appearance because of your growth, I always remember that a group of classmates had a perfect time with me.
Maybe, one day, when we pass by, no one will remember who I am. Perhaps, after many years, our eyes will be filled with tears, and we will read one diary after another, and read the graduation photo that you have long forgotten. Those were the days when we used to live. I really hope that one day, we can call each other nicknames and describe the bastards we have committed before. Maybe we don't remember. ...
Looking up at the sky, I really want to shout: "classmate, are you okay?" (Missing sentence)
Emotional choice 5:
Looking up at the sky, beautiful clouds flying in the air will make my mood as simple as clouds.
Clouds in the sky are varied and varied; If you are not careful, it will become another cloud that you can't find. It moves slowly, sometimes like a 1 dragon, sometimes like a crocodile with a big mouth, and sometimes like a limousine you have never seen before. ...
Look! The nearest cloud seems to be a beautiful angel. She looked at me as if inviting me to be a guest. Look again, the clouds on the distant horizon have different shapes and unusual characteristics. The color of the clouds on the horizon is very light, just like all the clouds are gathered there and paved. There is a cloud that looks like a white palace. There are many small islands around the palace. It seems to have laid a carpet for me, as if it wanted me to go there.
Sunset clouds are beautiful, different from daytime clouds. But people expect it to come out tonight. It is precisely because there is a folk proverb that "it burns cloudy in the morning and sunny in the evening." It means there is a flaming cloud in the morning, which means it is cloudy. If there is a burning cloud at night, it means it will be sunny tomorrow, so people expect it to appear tonight.
I have carefully observed the shape of the flame cloud before. It's orange. This dark color almost renders half the sky. It's very nice. Look carefully again, its color changed from light yellow to orange, blending with the color of the sky, just like watercolor painting in art.
When it was dark that day, the sky was completely dark, and there was no cloud in sight, only countless little stars were flashing. The bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the way for pedestrians.
Clouds, beautiful clouds and white clouds float from one side of the sky to the other with thousands of gestures.
Not long ago, a scholar told me: "If someone looks up at the sky with rapt attention, that person must be very lonely. Only when he looks up at the clouds in the sky will all his troubles disappear without a trace. " I firmly believe this sentence, whenever I am lonely, I will look up at the sky. Really, as the scholar said, all my troubles have disappeared.
Looking up at the sky, the clouds are moving, which will make my mood flutter with the clouds. ...