Shallow summer, smile

After reading the book, the second real book that made my heart tremble. . I have to express my little emotions again. . At that time, I always thought that the goodness of one person and the goodness I got would be equal. I always feel that the trajectory of life is not like a light track, it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Life is twists and turns, tangled. The intertwined scenery, the touch in the episode, the smile in the back. Although there is no Bai Meisheng, but always the little stars in life, gathered together, will be filled with sparks of life.

I found it wrong now. . At that time, I always cautiously grasped everything that belongs to me. Little by little, so far away. Zhou Chongxia recommended me to go to a book with depth. Later, I have never touched a romance novel. She said that would make my thoughts superficial. I believe her words, I see deep books, and I don't want to follow this society superficially. I found that my thoughts are changing unconsciously, the feeling of being imperceptible but fearful.

I used to think that I understand that it is different from others. In fact, it is not entirely true. Just disguised. I feel that I have read a lot of books, and now I find out how much I can understand for them.

The poem that looked at the first time to save my heart was also moved by me who would never admit that I was a man of disposition.

It is always necessary to go. There is no need to be sad and sad, parting, and separation. In this shallow summer, it will become a memory. At that time, the disappointment will be light. . And I can only smile and wave goodbye. The first one: young and frivolous, with a glass of green wine, two silk yarn, three dust, four seasons spring and autumn, five lake mirror heart, six cold windows, seven 窍 Buddha heart into a pot of wine, brewed in the past and the present Yesterday, sweet and mellow. Drink a little, silk into the throat, turn into tears, return to the silence. "Say it well.

Her sentence: Don't always live in your own world, hurt me, maybe, I locked myself up. Maybe good or bad, the most trustworthy will change, then there is nothing to trust. I can only bear everything myself. Hey. How sad again.

I really want to be a person like Xu Zhimo, writing beautiful poems that are always touching me, beautiful. I like his paragraph: walking and walking, the words are gone, the memories are light;

Looking at it, it is tired, and the starlight is dark.

Listening, listening, wake up, and start complaining;

Looking back, you are gone, suddenly I am confused.

I really want to be a deep-minded person and a full-fledged person. Really think, but this is just an idea.

Today, I saw a row of Xu Zhimo's classics in Jiangyin. I suddenly felt a long time and looked at it for a long time. Finally I put it down. Books can only enrich the heart, but forever let those disappear. I walked alone like this, surrounded by strangers, from the first floor to the fourth floor, from the fourth floor to the first floor, I did not know how many rounds went.

After shopping, I saw a book and saw a sentence, so I did not hesitate to buy this book:

I hope that all children who love sunflowers will live brighter than summer.

Optimistic and strong, dare to be dare, laugh and have the power of children's warmth.

Do not pretend not to be unassuming, have sorrow not to hide, and live a life like learning SpongeBob.

love yourself.

The third day: Tang Xiaotong