Wings of life

I like to wander around with myself and breathe in the middle of the city; I like to look at the green leaves outside the window and dream in the cradle of the sun.

I am silent in the years of youth, I don't like the so-called honors and achievements, and I don't like to cater to others for the so-called friendship. I hate hypocrisy. I am doing myself. Someone told me why I can't see the sun on you? I laughed and passed, still me. "Ideal" shines at the end of the dream, but I am alone in the dream. Enjoy, a wonderful person.

But I love books, I really love it. When she handed me a book, I forgot to refuse. I accept the book! This is what she and I didn't even expect. The fragments of the sun hit her face and splashed a bright smile. I walked past her faintly.

"It is better to break the wings in the wind, and not to lose the dream in the cage" - this is the blessing of the title page, handwritten. After that, "hard work and ideals" have been flowing in my heart.

That winter, the wind is still biting, and the snow is still flying. But it can no longer freeze my heart. One day in the winter, she disappeared into my world. I was so anxious that I realized that on the way to buying a book, she lost her life. The title of the book is called "Our Dreams." I discovered that because of her, my world has been filled with wonderful things. Only understand that what is life.

In the ward, I and she, she lay down peacefully. I stunned, and the memories of the flowers bloomed faintly. She said: "I appreciate you, really." "Of course, we are friends!" "Then can you promise me something?" "Say it." "When the darkness strikes, you must never retreat." "" Please ignite the fireworks of life to conquer the whole darkness!" "..." "You can! You will succeed!"

When failures arise, when loneliness strikes, when success comes, when I am moving forward, my only motivation is her, the belief I persist in stems from her, and I work tirelessly because of her.

Now, silent, I am no longer whispering, I am proud to run to the other side of victory. However, she is broken bit by bit. I reached out and saddened the pieces and swallowed my heart. Always think of "fight and dreams", always think of happiness and sorrow, always think of her. My life is quietly open.

And her life, in the distant sky, blooms with a fragrant aroma. wish her well.

Xiangshan Middle School, the first day: Gong Longfei