Raindrops, sea surface, 涟漪

A breeze blew the surface of the sea, and it was full of thoughts.

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Strolling through the golden memory beach, I look back, leaving behind a series of golden footprints, which are also a bit of growth. It’s just that the pace is too hurried, and it’s not too late to retain.

The flowers are still full, gently swaying with the breeze, the night moon is like a hook, the stars are shining, and there is no change in the memory.

Looking at the photo album there, sighing softly, the past is like rolling water in the Yangtze River, never going back, leaving a few memories left, swaying alone in the wind.

Strolling in the old garden, the catkins danced with the wind, no longer the past, the grass fluttered with the wind, no longer the green of the past, the petals swaying in the wind, no longer the glamorous past. Myopia is faint, miserable, broken branches and leaves, and the garden is hard to dissipate.

Looking back at the years of growth, I am really unforgettable. There are several childhoods in my life, but there are so many wonderful memories of my childhood. People say that they are lost and they know how to cherish. But I want to say that the growth of time is hard to forget, the growing gullies, the growing ups and downs, will always be treasured in my heart, until the end of time, never grow old.

On the road of growth, even if it is full of difficulties and obstacles, but I always believe that: Any wind whistling, I am a big snow, I am open-minded, why fear sorrow!

Strolling in the sea of ​​memory, too much warmth, too much touch, too much bitterness and bitterness, in my heart, let me not forget for a long time.

The raindrops floated again. Through the misty rain, I used memory to hold up a lonely umbrella. I walked alone at the beach, watching the sea surface squatting, reading and reading, and reading the life I couldn’t understand. Clear and ambiguous growth memories.

First day: Dong Luyao