Pick up a meter of sunshine and hide a heart

One meter of sunshine, carrying a sleeve book, quiet in the afternoon of the corner; ink scented, filled in the sleek celadon jasmine tea; lush green radish climbing along the dust, can not stop the long, but can not help The starry light, dreamed of a game.

Walking around, the thoughts can't hide sadness, the hurricane rubs the shoulders, and it's just an instant raise.

A period of thoughts, nights are not shocked; but when the dreams are awake, the pain is cold.

Spring is coming, autumn is coming; flowers are blooming, my heart is cold; the moon is still changing, and the Iraqis are no longer. The tears of the years condensed into amber, and the scotch of the face became a pity, and the youth that could not be returned could not keep the goodness of the past. Even the delicate flowers, and the cold-resistant pines and cypresses, one day, will be broken on the title page of the book. Those scented pasts, missed ones, are just the aftertaste of memories. No one remembers again, no one is going to perform again, only waiting for the next life on the three stones to meet again.

For a lifetime, in this way, I thought that it was a long way to go, thinking that a lot of scenery should be seen. When the sunrise was on the horizon, if the beginning of a dream, I realized that the long road of life was only a few steps away. The thorns all the way, the laughter all the way, just a smile in the afternoon. Looking back, I changed the time and space, dimmed the lake, and left the mottled area.

Perhaps, we all felt that we didn't want to stay empty, so we rushed to find out on the journey, tired and desperate, and wanted to outline the most gorgeous colors in the catalogue of life. When I got to the end, I realized that the perfection I wanted to have was always broken, and the ending I wanted was always close at hand. In fact, everyone's roads are not fixed. Every red dust must be contaminated with sunlight. Every love must be married. Every ending is an inevitable result. Therefore, we are not so deliberately forced to hang in the air in the pavilion, every scene around you has your breath, the beauty of the fire, relying on the shoulders, pity.

The fence is shattered, and the light of the sun is clipped. The light through the clouds is sprinkled on the fingertips and is sparse. The frivolous dimples in the corners of the mouth are the snow-capped mountains and clear lakes, and the eyebrows are raised by the inadvertently fallen stars. Lightly flipping the books in the hand, the curtains of the breeze meet, the layer of resentment in the bottom of my heart disappeared, the original entangled in the heart just did not understand.

Too much care, so obsessive; too want to be perfect, so rubbing the shoulders of the beauty of the moment; too do not know how to let go, so has been entangled; depressed is his own, regret is also after all.

Perhaps, it is time to walk out of the haze that I planted, pick up the mottled ground, and meditate under such a beautiful green tree. Or go back to the sac, set foot on the snowy city, and pursue the adventures that dare not dare to get involved. Or hold a paper umbrella and walk on the broken bridge in Suzhou, and enjoy the joy in the Jiangnan water village. These are the hidden things in the letter, so they can walk under their feet. The dream woke up, the glow of the sky brightened the entire horizon, the tide also rose, and the heart followed.

I never thought that I could no longer be sad, I could smile in the sun in the wind, and I could walk quietly on my way to life.

Putting it down, it’s really a lot easier; before the death of China, the red and white was blue; but I didn’t want to worry more, and I couldn’t keep the years of pouring, but I missed the beautiful scenery along the way. The ending without ending is the most beautiful ending.

Pick up a meter of sunshine and hide a heart.

Sixth grade of Weizi National Primary School, Changyi City, Weifang, Shandong: Li Fangfei