Where the stars fall

A curtain of dreams awakened on the pillow, dreams of waking up, and confusion. Slightly open the blurred eyes, as always, to the front of the window, gently pick up the white thin sand curtain hanging tightly, and draw a thin window. The biting cold wind blew through the fragrant scent. In the yard, the few Bauhinia trees in the corner are blooming.

In a space where one is alone, he is accustomed to flipping through the old CDs and letting a soothing pure music reverberate indoors. I like to smell the bauble of the Bauhinia in this early morning, dancing the light melody and immersing myself in the memory of time. Or, standing in front of the window, quietly, staring at the white arc on the edge of the earth slowly rising, gradually covering the sky while recovering everything. Looking at the distant mountains, there was a faint blush, and I was waiting for the first daylight in the morning sun to illuminate my dark and cold heart like midnight.

Walking into the pale years, I can't keep too many years of rushing. A song from the song, a thousand miles off. Looking back, the sadness and joy of yesterday, the young season and shame have become a passing cloud. Thousands of lingering hangs on the brow, a shallow sadness is deposited in the heart of the sea. Along the way, the stories of the past are like the evolution of nature, the cycle of the four seasons. The spring of March is bright and the flowers bloom. The short-lived glitz smashed a summer rain, a tree and flowers remnant in the drizzle at midnight, and a curtain of dreams awakened on the sleepy sweet pillow. The maple leaves are yellow and faint, and it is destined to be a feast in the late autumn. When I walked into the cold wind and the snowy days, I just wanted to pick up a ray of sunshine, give it to you, give it to me, set the heart of each other, and warm the whole winter.

On a sunny day, place a red wooden chair at the center of the courtyard. Under the sunlight, the cool breeze reveals a touch of floral scent, through the dull mood, through the hair, and warmly hit the face. In such an atmosphere full of peace and harmony and infecting nature, open a thick book, read other people's words, and seek a spiritual comfort. The sun shines, the flowers are indifferent, and I am enchanted by the lines between the words. The new feeling is abandoning the lingering of the red dust. As you can't forget, you have slowly dispersed from your mind.

I used to think that if you hide your heart in your heart, you will remember your memory forever. Now I understand that the long-lasting residual temperature will gradually cool down with the passage of time, and there is a smile that seems clear and vague. The journey through hand in hand, cast a beautiful landscape. Our common process is just the embellishment of the picture again and again, and it is difficult for each other to stop at the staggered place.

However, with this cool season, on a clear day, pick up a ray of sunshine and warm your winter. In the coming spring, your world will sing the Yan dance and the sun will be beautiful. Your Jiangnan is still flying with catkins, flowers and flowers!

One meter of sunshine, one song away from the hustle and bustle, floating in the vast world, through the vast sea of ​​people, we are still willing to go alone in the troubled world. Since then, each has its own treasures, and each has its own treasures.

The second day of the Jiajiacheng Middle School: Yang Zhibin