Years of painting

Years are picturesque, thick ink splashes, indifferent and strong years of glory, the years are like songs, high and low, blurred, noisy and crisp are all repertoire, years like poetry, lingering long, mellow and dull people intoxicated. I walked by the sea and held the fine sand with my hands. No matter how hard I tried, the sand would flow through the fingers. The campus life also sneaked through the fingers like the sand of the beach, but some people, some things, I have a lasting memory in my heart.

The sky at that time was blue and the grass was green. At that time, I didn't have troubles. I was always in the sun, running in the wind with my classmates, playing and playing, tired, and then I walked into the classroom and started a day of study. Every morning, the teacher will tell us stories, tell the kind and beautiful Snow White, tell the fierce and vicious queen... Before every day, the teacher must lead the students to sing, in the song, in the laughter, in the study, the paragraph The time on campus has quietly flowed away...

The sky is blue now, and the grass is green. Now I am in the second day of the second day. I understand the deep sorrow of things. Every day, I am eager to go to school with my desire for knowledge and hope to start a busy and busy life. The teacher gave us a lecture with a drizzle of tenderness and a sunny smile. The current campus life is intense and busy. Every day, I use the hard work and sweat to water the flowers of hope. We are busy walking on the campus, although it is hard, but it is hard, but Excellent results after each exam will make your confidence multiply and very happy. After each defeat, you will be sad, reflect on yourself and continue on the journey of tomorrow.

Past events on the campus have been gone, I am waiting for the opening of the next one, I believe that I will work harder and will face the dream of the sun flying to the heart. I will remember the bits and pieces on the campus, because there are my most beautiful memories, the moonlight, the blessing of the future, the handwriting of youth, the hope of not falling...

First day: Wang Xiangbin