Lion grass by the window

Time is so rushed, like a drop of water on the tip of the needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, no sound, no shadow.

Six years of life is about to draw a full stop. Looking at the six or two classes full of youth, friendship, tears and laughter, the most unwilling thing for me was the lion grass in the classroom that bloomed by the window.

When the spring girl hand-painted a colorful pen around the campus to spray happy colors, the lion grass by the window returned to reality from the dream. A few small green lush grass seedlings emerged from the top, which is probably "the reception of the patriarchs." The spring girl saw all of this, showed a satisfied smile, and with a pleasant mood, quietly and quietly left the classroom.

I saw Xia Gege's energetic walk into the campus and walked into the 62nd class. With his powerful arms, he opened the hot sun and greeted the sultry and fragrant fragrance, paving the whole class. In the morning, I walked into the classroom, and a faint scent of straight nostrils flowed into my heart. I knew that it was the lion grass saying hello.

I started reading early, and the sound of tidy and fluent reading set off the charm of the lion grass. I really want to fix this scene and let me see my eyes. I found that Xia brother was watching me and the lion's grass silently, and the sacred eyes seemed to tell us something. Immediately, he turned and left the class six.

Autumn mother, with her mother-like warmth, touched every corner of the campus, the face of the fruit brother was touched by the autumn mother, unconsciously red. Of course, the autumn mother can not forget the lion grass by the window, she embraced the lion grass affectionately, huh, lion grass, shyly bowed his head. Autumn mother smiled, and gradually disappeared into the eyes of the lion grass.

The cold and serious winter dad is staring at each of the mischievous cold winds with his harsh eyes, for fear of mistakes. The cold wind blowing through the roof, blowing through the trees, blowing through the small stones, and blowing my baby lion grass. There may be hypnosis in the cold wind, and the lion's grass feels drowsy and slowly falls asleep...

Time is gone, and the country’s six-year life is not to be reluctant. I can't bear you, childhood; I can't bear you, the lion grass by the window.

Sixth grade: Zheng Lici