Bonfire July

Time is like a blank finger, disappearing in the gap; can be bonfire in July, but like a lingering fire, burning continuously, printed in the heart, lighting the torch in the heart. When I think of it, tears and sweat, wet clothes, through the clothes, sway in the air, I don’t know where to go, but it must be the brilliance that surrounds the color stage.

You know, the sun is shining, like the three flavors of real fire, burning a group of people's bodies; black skin, broken shoes, thriving, layer by layer, broken! Really broken, but soon re-bumped. In this way, we are accustomed to it and simply ignore it.

In July, this is a quiet, quiet, peaceful, leisurely cup of coffee, or holding a book, swimming in the book sea, pasting my July. Or in a certain afternoon, with the beloved, travel the scenery on the way, and enjoy the blooming bloom. Let her snuggle in her arms and listen to me, the bitterness and joy that I have met all the way. She said that time does not wait for you, everything is not too late, what to take to talk with others. She said that even if you are ready, it is only before I have met you. She said, always ready, it would be very tired, just thinking about rest.

She said that it was a long time when everything in the day was turned into nothing. She said that she only wants to let it go, and the sunset falls every day. I said that walking is just to meet a better self, the right time, to find you. Just like the sky, I don’t know when it’s raining down, when it’s blue and clear. The grass is green, the flowers are red; the grass is dry, and spring will grow. Thank you, I will die forever. I have been searching for the flower that will not fade. The flower is like my wick, my dream. As long as the heart is in the dream, it will not fade.

However, this is just a bubble that has been morphed.

You see, the silicone track, the carbon dioxide that is evaporating, impacts the oxygen, and they form a mass. Running, the wind is dying, the intermittent oxygen, it is really impossible to breathe. Really think, discard it, I want to blow the air conditioner, and take a good sleep. Think about it, the game is near. If you don't like a bonfire, you can turn your back and go forward, and you will regret your life. Life is inevitable, there are stumbling blocks, do not have to be a city wall, it is better to be a passenger, let it fall in the air with the wind, fade over time. I put the color into my chest and it is more poetic for life. I put the blank space in my heart, just for my life. I hold the sun in my hand, only for the call of dreams, and I hold the honor in my heart.

The flames of the blade, the more polished, the more profitable. Whether it is a storm or a sun, it is still sharp and the knife will come out. I am like a blade, like the baptism of the storm and the scorching sun. I am not decadent, sorrowful, uneasy, full of strength, fighting, fighting for dreams. Only by defeating oneself can we win the final victory and let go of all the world's distractions, just to focus on the immediate battle.

This day, it was so sudden, I knew early, my heart was still slightly nervous, but I was a little more excited. The song rang:

"stand up!

People who don't want to be slaves!

Make our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall!

When the Chinese nation reached its most dangerous time, everyone was forced to make the final snoring.

stand up!

stand up!

stand up!

We are all united and brave the enemy's artillery!

Risking the enemy's artillery!

go ahead!

go ahead!

Into!"

The red flag rises, the star looks like a heart, strives to go up, bravely goes forward, never gives up, never bows. A sound is in my heart, and the source of strength emerges. It is time to fight for myself. The third session of the college sports meeting in the region was opened with the words of this leader.

The comrades in the arena, each leading the way, showing the spirit of sports, are fighting for honor. You are more willing to be friends than the enemy on the track. I believe that my natural materials will be useful, but the time is not here. Now is the time when the brilliance is shining, I will go all out, fluttering and flying, breaking out. After three days of competition, I won the seventh place in the long jump and the fifth in the third.

The sun is still in love. Sweat is still wet and full of clothes. The light of the heart is more joyful. In July of the bonfire, there were countless tears and pains that could not be painful, but the harvest was a friendship and a word of inexhaustible memories. Let the sun burn the sky of July, and set the blood.