Traces of love

The fragrant flower fell to the ground, and it was love that left a trace.

--Inscription

Every step of the way, I will always leave my own exclusive "imprint" on the ground, which can prove that I have been there. What about love? She must also be a child who loves to travel! She cautiously rubbed her toes, but I still found the "flowers."

I have not been to the desert, but I have seen it. I regard every piece of land as a desert, leaving my own footprints on it. It is not beautiful, but it always makes me happy. Love is coming, she always comes quietly, and looks at it with her heart. She also left beautiful traces there!

When I was in the country, I was a disobedient "splashing child". I liked the rainy days. I liked the refreshing coolness of the raindrops on my body. I like to step on the mud and feel the warmth of my feet. The playground at the time was still mud. Every time I left school, I always love to run on the playground, jump! That is my vent, but also a land of happiness. I left my childish happiness and ungrown footprints on the land, right, and there were sly figures and "long and small" footprints.

It’s another rainy day!

I rushed into the rain like a little fool, and stepped on the dirt under my feet. Suddenly, the earth suddenly put me in my arms. I was scared by the sudden "warm"? Cried and walked back to the classroom.

A personal shadow dissipated, slowly, there was only my sobbing in the classroom, and one of the umbrellas spun and left, and my "flower umbrella" was delayed.

It's a black broken umbrella, so small, there are still a few holes, that is the "toy" I throw in the yard! Yes, she came to pick me up.

"I didn't find the umbrella of your house, I took this umbrella." He gasped and said.

I was taken home by my mother the day before yesterday. The family must have gone out. Fortunately, I still have to pick me up, but.

Finally, maybe both of us have been wet by the rain?

The two of us walked on the muddy road, and the silvery rain surrounded us. The rain passed through my body without mercy, dripping into the "nest" I built for them. Two lines of similar footprints, accompanied by, until the home.

She quickly put on clean clothes for me. At that time, she was still stupid to think that she was not wet.

I passed away last year, when I was taking the exam. She always thinks for me until she puts the last faint breath on me. Helped me pass the exam successfully.

After the test, I went to the national school that kept my "Happy Childhood Archives". It has been completely renewed, the new cement floor is pressing the lovely land, pressing the land that preserves my countless happiness, and pressing the "home" that loves me deeply.

Our two lines of footprints have been buried deeply. I want to "create" some more, but I find that things are human. My footprints have changed; the land has changed; the people have changed.

But there is one thing, its footprints have been there from beginning to end, never buried. That is love.

Third day: Gao Huicai