Reading "Left Hand Reflection, Right Hand Age"

The child who looks up to the sky is with me. --Inscription

Drinking a cup of tea alone, after the seemingly irregular floating of the tea, opened the yellow pages and began a journey of thought.

Yanghua commemorates some things between the author and the friend. The author hopes that his friends can be happy and can walk quietly and satisfactorily in their respective cities, instead of standing at the crossroads and losing everything. direction. This reminds me of the memories of the national hour. At that time, although we did not face Guo Jingming, they generally faced life's choices, but we were ignorant of our dreams and confused. "I feel that some precious things in my life have been left behind by some bloody dusk, but I can no longer find the yellow map. I once remembered that the map was intertwined, but I In front of the present, why is there only a wooden bridge full of thorns? This is his words. When I saw this sentence, my heart was touched. Now, I am not like this. The grand ideal of the country is only discovered in the middle of the country. This road is so difficult to walk, as if taking a wrong step, it is a deep abyss. So I can only work hard.

A child looking up at the sky made me deeply affected. "I have always been a complicated child. Many people say that I am very difficult to understand. I laughed at them. I am a regular smile, but I am not always happy. Many times when I feel sad, tears have not come up. The smile has already climbed the eyebrows. I am angry with people I like, but people who don't like them smile at them." He found that he and I are so similar. In life, I love to laugh, as if the smile is always hanging in my mouth. I don't know why, just instinctive thinking, I can only use a smile to cover up my sadness, my sorrow. But over time, I still need to vent. At this time, I chose the same method as Guo Jingming and looked up at the sky. Because I feel that as long as I look up at the sky, I can realize that I can still integrate nature, and I am free to do what I really like on this land. This is the real me, I think.

At the fork of life, he listened to the broken voice of the soul, endured the pain, and gave up the words he relied on. Yes, people are going to grow up. Maybe, because they grow up, they have to give up their dreams and give up their dreams. "What is a dream? Because it can't be realized, it is called a dream!" This cruel and realistic words made my heart hurt. I only know that reading is a reality, and those who are illusory can only be dreams!

In fact, I feel that, like him, I am a confused child. However, we are still trying to look up the lights of our dreams and wait for a miracle. Until today, I still believe that one day, the miracle will come, will come...

Junior High School, Wuyuan Town, Haiyan County, Jiaxing, Zhejiang, China