Spring outside the window

The sky is overcast, and the rain is falling. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." The long-lost light rain, or the warmth of the world, is still happy to descend. Everything seems to have been washed, it is so fresh, the leaves that have just taken out the sprouts are greener, the tiles on the roof are redder, and the magnolias outside the window are whiter... just like a layer of oil is bright and beautiful.

It is more like my mood at this time. "A bookmaker" temporarily took his eyes out of the pile of books and looked out the window through the window glass, watching the clouds gently sway, licking the bird's happy figure, listening to the lingering sound of the rain... through the small window, The wild horses of the mind are allowed to ride. Although people are indoors, the heart has been captured by the spring. The window at this time is like a TV playing a natural spring.

Yes, spring is beautiful, how many people sing and leave immortal poetry. “The squandering of flowers is fascinating, and the shallow grass can be without horseshoes” shows us the vivid and green picture; “One flower is not spring, and the colorful spring garden” depicts us a colorful and infinitely beautiful world.

Spring is undoubtedly fascinating, but spring is short-lived after all. Yan Shu once sighed: "There is nothing to do with the flowers, it seems to have met Yan returning"; Xin Qiji's masterpiece "Fishing Fish" also wrote that "more can eliminate a few winds and rains, and hurriedly spring back. Xi Chun is afraid of flowers early, not to mention falling countless". In their poems, they are sentimental for the passing of spring.

Why is life not like this? Time has never stopped her hasty steps, she hurriedly walked while we were sleeping, quietly left when we were eating, and left us when we were distracted, in our trivial matter When she is red-faced, she won’t wait for us for a second... One day, when we suddenly wake up, we find that people are old, their hair is white, their wrinkles are more, their eyes are spent, their ears are smashed. The back of the ridge is back, the limbs are weak, and even the disease is ridden...

At this time, I look back at the road I have traveled, only to find that the responsibility has not been completed, and the once-speaking words have become pale and weak, so I regret it. If I listened to the advice of others, if I used it a little bit, if I insisted on it for a while... But life is a one-way street. As long as you go up, there is no turning back. Life is a blank piece of paper. Every time you tear off a piece, his area will be less. Think about how much paper we have lost at this time? Think about our parents, how much paper do they have left?

Now I know why Yue Fei’s feelings of "white head, empty grief"? Say 10,000 sentences equal to zero, do one thing equal to one, or let us act.

Shandong Rizhao Wulian County Wanghu Guozhong Junior Trinity Class 3: Li Ronghao