sunflower

Juvenile, is the time of dreams, gently hold up a small dream, the beautiful shackles between the fingers, the mind is a little bit fine. There was a slight bitterness, shyly raised his head, and wrote a dream in the sky, lingering beside him.

Smile, hold your left ear, can you hear it? My shallow voice sang, the clear water on the river bank, has already taken my drift bottle, the poplar tree in front of the door quietly grows tall and becomes a towering tree. The stars in the sky, you listen to me, I want to tell you how sweet my dreams are, like a sleek, gentle, quiet flow into the bottom of my heart, picking up a scoop, warm and crystal clear From the heart to the whole body. The love that flies, when I quietly collect it and gather it into strength.

The distance from the shore, at your fingertips, the birds returning across the sky, shouting loudly, breaking the silence of the sky, the noise of a moment, the heart jumped for no reason, always like this, a little scared, small Little happiness. Xiao Yue’s laugh Everyone’s life will have one or two familiar faces, called friends. In the shadow, Xiao Yue walked into my dream, and I shared my dreams with me. No longer a lonely child, two stubborn faces, looking up at the sky together, looking for a color called azure, looking for something called good. We hold hands together and spend our youth.

Xiaoyue likes to laugh, but her grief is probably only known to me, but her smile can always warm people's hearts, smile sweetly, and the two dimples are full of sunshine. She stood at the door waiting for me, looking for me in the crowd, then looking at me laughing. Looking at how slow you are, the palm of your hand is shot on my shoulder and sings the song that belongs to us. Sweet days, sweet joy, sweet smile. Xiao Yue, my friend, hey, let's go eat sugar.

Spring blossoms gradually began, the beginning of spring, the season of flowering, the recovery of everything, but we are short-lived here, ten days, twenty days, spring escaped, abdicated to the summer. Enron's season, quietly enjoy the bright sunshine of each day, watching the sun rise and sunset. The spring of dreams is always like this, isn't it?

The rainy air is filled with a fresh feeling, and the deep breath of the force, the call, the call, the heart to feel the natural breath. I have always insisted that spring is not a cloud shadow, but it is a deep hope and persistence. The eternal spring is always in the heart, the flowers are full of people, and the bright light is obliquely shot on the glass. The presence.

We are all persistent children, guarding their original dreams, not giving up, and working hard and working hard for it. We are all stubborn children, preferring to believe in wrong decisions and never looking back.

The sunflower is always facing the sun, but the sunflower is covered with sunshine. It will never look down and see how much sunlight is accumulated under the feet. The flowers for the sun are extinguished by the sun. We are a group of children living in the sunshine under the sunflowers. We are satisfied with this small world and warm world. The sun under the sunflower is golden, and I love it, it makes people feel quiet and bright.