1 a person stands at the window of the dormitory, looking at the looming stars in the distance, and his heart is empty, without any brilliance. ...
Senior three, as scheduled. Like a distant alien, he is obviously the enemy of Enemy at the Gates. Young. My heart, waking up in a deep sleep for the first time, is like a sleeping lion on the grassland.
Is it like a kite broken in the wind, wandering around in the wind, waiting for the fall of life? Or is it like a boat without oars in the sea, drifting with the tide and finally dying in the deep blue sea? Or as a meteor, wandering on the edge of the universe? How can we work hard to clean up the black years and replace them with our teenage years?
Life has officially entered the gray age!
Looking at the fleeting time in my hands, like light smoke, I feel distressed but helpless. Fold your wings, fly, flap your arms, and endure injuries. ...
The other person is reduced to the internet. Turn the pain of metamorphosis into a lonely butterfly, flying and flying. ...
No one can understand the persistence. What have you been looking for? Goethe once said that people's hands are always upward, not to pick up beautiful stars, but to keep an upward posture. ...
Maybe we can reach heaven tomorrow. ...
Today is a day, a day of school. Xiaoxing is very excited. She likes going to school best because …
Five years ago, Xiaoxing lost her best father. Whenever she misses her father, she always asks her mother, "Mom, where's dad?" Mother always replied: "Dad has gone far away and will come back only if he studies hard." In fact, her father died in a mine accident five years ago, and her mother kept it from her in order not to make Xiaoxing sad. So far, she doesn't know. She only knows that her father will come back as long as she studies hard. She has worked hard for five years, including those teachers who say Chen Xing is a very good boy. So she really wants to study hard at the beginning of school and let her father come back. Xiaoxing is in Grade Two (1), with 20 students in one class. In my self-introduction, I met Xiaojie, Tian Tian and Fengfeng.
A class passed quickly. Xiaoxing communicates with classmates and Xiaojie. Every day, as before, she is very kind.
We live in a vast universe, with cosmic dust and galactic dust flying all over the sky.
We are smaller than these.
You never know when life will suddenly change direction.
Fall into the darkness as thick as ink.
You were dragged into the abyss by disappointment,
You were dragged into the grave by illness,
You were crushed to pieces by setbacks,
You are laughed at, satirized, hated, resented and abandoned.
But we always keep hope in our hearts,
Keep a beating heart and don't want to be given up.
We are still working hard in great despair.
This feeling of not wanting to give up,
They became little stars in the boundless darkness.
We are all little stars.