Walking on the spacious path, I relaxed a lot of pressure. The evening breeze gently caresses the earth, but it can't erase the pain in heaven. Time is getting harder and harder. At dusk, I sneaked into the air and stared at the scarred earth. I involuntarily raised my heavy head and looked up at the boundless sky. Above, white clouds splash around like sauce, chasing each other. Vaguely see the sky spit out a silver thread like a silkworm mother spinning, hanging upside down, and my heart walks with the end of the silver thread-for a long time, without edge.
"What's that?" I asked my classmates curiously. "That's the footprint left by the plane!" The classmate answered. In my mind, it may be a guiding line left by the road of life, a guiding line drawn without bifurcation. The line is very straight, almost exactly the same as that drawn with a ruler.
But it can be seen that it was not drawn with a ruler. I vaguely see that there will be some bumps and difficulties in life. I didn't do anything against my conscience, and I didn't have the residue of doing bad things. This way out is beautifully decorated in life.
I immediately recalled the homework that was heavier than the mountain and deeper than the sea. "An inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." I can't make any more mistakes. I ran home like an arrow.
I also want to decorate my life with a brush and let myself walk straight; Have a good time, like that silver thread, and live this meaningful life.
Label: Eraser memory components