Moved by myself

Moved by myself

Carrying light, tears falling on the beads, splashing a ripple, is the injury of yesterday's yellow leaves, the fall of the autumn wind, is the thorns of the future, the road to the road. Turning around, the face of her mother-in-law is the hardship of being touched by herself, and she is moving youth.

After the wind of time, the 16th page of the old eve was left behind. Looking around, the memories are reflected on the water and the apex.

When I was a teenager, I remembered my childhood. Unexplained, unskilled, incomplete baby, enjoy the moisture of October and break into a butterfly. When I came to this world, I didn’t have a glimpse of it. I didn’t know the road of this life, but I was so loud and screaming that I was dissatisfied with my loneliness. Yes, self is in the human world, from the beginning to the end is only an individual, destined fate - to rely on their own tender ten fingers to climb, to rely on their own white feet to walk, to use their own eyes to watch, to use Listen to your own silence. In short, the mottled corner of the eye is for the courage of his own, the courage to walk in the world.

Again, how many years have we experienced? Write into the book collection, and then read the story of the present.

When I started the journey in the middle of the country, there was a sea in front of me. I was like the clouds drifting in the wind, looking for my own direction. Fortunately, I am also the kite. I always hold myself in my hand. When I fly, it is already a bullet in the school that is also a night of light. I am ready to make a fatal blow to the enemy called the "high school entrance examination." I really don't remember how to come over, I really don't remember. It seems that there is a bit of obstinacy for the grade level, with a little perseverance for the subject, a little crazy to improve the performance, is an understatement and three years of leaving no gaps, I do not know, the pen and ink that was written down by the intention to spread out, halo Dyeed his own little body, in the twilight, the tears fell again, for the loneliness of one side.

I am also myself, my confidant is me.

So, I know what I love. It’s not like cheering for learning, but like the dreams of many children’s minds, they want to turn into a bird with a pair of wings for nine days. Of course, to narrow the world a bit, even if it fell into the abyss of reality, I do not want to just bury my head and work hard to ignore the infinite spring outside. All said that progress requires motivation. Lost interest, and no pressure to move forward. Oh, everything stems from the "no pressure" of the living channel - my grandfather and grandmother. They are like mountains, I am like stones; they are like water, I am like fish; they are like the sky, I am like rain. To put it bluntly, my motivation and my own oppression are worthy of the one, more than the parents and teachers. I know this, I have dreamed, the dream is the scene where Grandpa and Grandma left, dreaming that I cried, and waking up is also wet. Similarly, there is also a hint of affection for oneself, moving or thanking myself for having a beating, grateful heart.

If the grass is like Artemisia, no one will remember me for a long time in the world. Fortunately, I will be touched by myself. If the tears of the stars are dotted with the night sky, I will be regarded as a treasure, because I hide my courage. Your own forgotten loneliness, your own life motivation.

Third day: Autumn heart