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Flowers open the same next year?


Walking on the stone paved road, the moonlight shines on me, with a soft silver glow. The sly autumn wind drove the leaves and thanked the warm flowers. The wind blew the leaves, the leaves and the residual flowers danced in the sky. Some cold, it is not the same as the early spring. Spring is warm, flowers are to be opened, leaves are green, this is a kind of wind that belongs to life; autumn is cool, flowers are to wither, leaves are of course yellow, falling, this is harvest wind.

Month, water, fish, road, nothing has changed. Ha ha! That is, things are wrong. Some people have died, and some have been lucky to be born into this world. What about the school? Of course, everyone has changed, some are appearances, some are hearts. Oh, oh, this is also true. Who can think of the outgoing and outgoing boy, who actually feels that he is lonely---the relationship has changed, and the friend has changed. The only constant is my belief.

After the winter is over, the flowers are going to open. Who doesn't know this truth? So year after year, I will go to middle school, go to college, and then... "You think too far." Parents always say this to me. Ah---I think of my work even death, and things after death. At that time I began to fear death. But what I think is not completely wrong. People are alive, and they are white, that is, for the sake of light and death.

Until people are not, things are not, flowers will no longer open.

Sixth grade: He Ziang

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