Mindfulness of the mind

Now I have to bow to the time. Six years of time is like a cloud of smoke. The scene of childhood happens in my heart, and I have a lot of bitterness, but more memories, time always stays. When studying hard, and in the game of forgetting me, time is always slowing down. When the sun is going to fall, we must accept the fact that the day’s time is like an arrow. Is this really true? Can not help but fight a chill, a bitter bitterness and helplessness once again in my heart. what! The country is in the middle, is it true? But I am still a child. When I grow up, I lost Children's Day, but I can show my style in the future! The memories of the national hour made me feel again. I am angry with my anger, just like this, precious time is rushing in my attachment to the country. I stare at the clock hanging on the wall and ticking, hope that time and everything can be still at this moment, but I I couldn't do it, and I couldn't help but look up at the sky. A row of wild geese flying in the sky came into my eyes. I admire the time flies, the cold is coming, the autumn is coming, the geese are hovering between the south and the north. I am also busy at home and school. I am like an ant busy for the future. I heard that my future is full of flowers, but I can only see a fertile ground under my feet and overhead. The blue sky, I am ignorant of whether the road ahead of me is awkward.

It’s still 30 days before I leave the country. I still have 100 days from the entrance to the middle school. I can’t accept these numbers. I walked alone on the path, and my heart was bitter and unbearable, and I went straight back to the city.

The beautiful bird flies without a trace, and my youthful bird does not come back.

The second day: Guan Xinyu