There is always my season

After the storm, the legend of the fragrance was left behind.

I have never been a target person, the four seasons of reincarnation, the change of years, it is only time for me. Everything has not changed, and it has only taken away time. It is still the place, the character who stayed in place.

Once stubbornly seeking the true and pure beauty, but never thought, in the end, just a dream. There is no pure and innocent thing in the world that can stay forever, even if it is white, it will be refined into a yellow that has not been seen for a long time. When earning the eye of others, the new soul has already been corroded, taking away the flowers, but leaving a life full of life. I don't understand why God likes to make jokes. It always makes you suffer through hardships before you can enjoy the sweetness. The gifts he gives are also failing, and you are destined to be lost for a lifetime.

In the rainy and continuous weather, the entire sky is covered with dark clouds, and the outside lights flood the entire yard into white. I stood at the window, thinking, confused, and the decisiveness in my heart began to tremble, and the stones under my feet were connected.

I saw a leaf, a leaf that persisted, and looked up with the violent storm, still guarding the big tree and making the last leaf. I was shocked and ran out of the window. I said to it, "Don't stick to it, you are just a leaf, and the great value will not change your destiny." In the storm, I seem to hear a weak but thorough With a stubborn voice: "No, I have to insist, even if I am broken, I have to protect my dreams." Yes, I suddenly realized why I can't hold my dream like it. As long as you believe, it will certainly become a reality.

In the storm, I laughed: for a moment, I found the true self. That is the tenacity after the demise, and everything is not as important as it is now.

The wind is still in chaos, the rain is still going down, accompanied by a slap in the face, I am striding forward, yes, I will not change, the top after the storm is the call of heaven.

This sky is so fascinating to me, one day, when I hover at this time, I will have a wonderful piece of my own, there is my tricks.

No. 13 Middle School, Boshan District, Zibo City, Shandong Province: Zhu Heli