That day, after I finished my homework, because I was too tired, I immediately lay down on the bed after washing. Then, I went through the time tunnel and saw a strange scene.
My whole body is full of glittering clothes, my head is wearing a crown full of diamonds, surrounded by golden helmets and soldiers, and there is a long red carpet in front of me. I sit on a seat like a throne, as if I have arrived at a palace full of diamonds and resplendent gold. Although this scene is very amazing, I feel inexplicable. I called a bodyguard around me and asked, 'where is this? What's the date of the month? Who am I? Why are you here? 'these words stunned the guard, and it took a long time for him to say: 'this is the yak empire. Now it's December 24, 5236. You are the king of the yak empire. Because you are the king, you are in the palace of the king. 'I'm so numb after hearing that. How could it be more than 3000 years? Why am I the king? Thinking, my stomach is calling me, I said: 'I want to eat braised fish! 'There was a big table in front of me, on which was a plate of braised fish. I was frightened by the world again. I looked at this dish of braised fish and asked the bodyguard. He said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this special function has been in your family from the beginning to the end. It's called yak attribute, which means that whatever you say will come true. 'I've been scared many times in this world, and this time is no exception. Knowing that I have this special function, I'm lazy all day. With just one word, everything can appear in front of me. I don't worry about food or clothing, and I live a relaxed life.
I wanted a studio on a whim. I freely said: 'I want a large studio with world famous paintings and various works of cartoonists. With a bang, a super large studio appeared in front of me, including "the smile of Mona Lisa", "Van Gogh's self portrait" & hellip; & hellip; and my favorite, Conan comics! The floor is made of gold, the wallpaper is made of diamond, and the chandelier is made of amber. This studio needs at least 10 million. Up to now, I feel that my ability is wonderful. I don't have to work hard or make money. I just need to move my mouth. I can do anything.
I was in the middle of wonderful imagination, but suddenly I woke up. When I woke up, I realized that it was a dream, but my heart was burning: there is no pie in the sky in the world. I have to work hard to achieve.
Your smile is in my heart. In my dream, I engrave your smile in my heart and my dream,
All the words written in this year are related to you. In this year, you are the only one I miss. In this year, what I can't get rid of is your figure in my dream, your smile that I can't forget, and my missing for you every day,
Youth may be a short-lived beauty. Flowers bloom like snow, flowers fall like rain, no matter how the process, with beautiful memories.
It's not that I don't know how rough the road is with you.
It's not that I don't know. No matter how hard I try and how persistent I am, it may be a tragedy in the end.
It takes courage to fall in love with you.
However, I still have no hesitation, like a meteor across the sky, like moths to the fire, decided to love you in the world of mortals.
Only because I met you in the most beautiful time, only because the most beautiful love in the world is love at first sight. Meet on the street, flowers bloom profusely, full of worries are turned into thousands of kinds of leisure, from then on. I don't know where I'm going.
"Looking back, I smell the green plum. 'it's just such an unintentional turn back, just such an ordinary encounter. From then on, you are destined to be the continuous line of poetry in my life. All my joy and loneliness are due to your existence, all my secrets and pain are due to your affectionate look.
Maybe, I am the tree in front of Buddha who has been waiting for you for 500 years, full of flowers, just waiting for your attention. You are a poem in my life. I am not tired of reading it thousands of times. You are the only legend in my life.
At that moment, the years are quiet and the moon is full. In the world, the most beautiful legend is the love between the two.
But how afraid I am, fear is always there. I'm afraid that this kind of time will be a flash in the pan, I'm afraid, afraid of losing you, losing everything in front of me. Without you, my youth can only be a silent withering flower.
He has also made a devout wish to the night sky, hoping that the merciful God can help us; he has also been speechless, just afraid to speak his mind.
What I want is the most common love. Can hold your hand, leisurely walk, shopping, see the scenery, see the sun a little bit West slant, see time a little bit slip away; my wish is very humble, very simple, as long as you accompany to old. But why can't it be? Why can't we be together? From this shore to the other shore, from me to you, how seems to be separated from the previous life and this life.
Because of you, I fell in love with loneliness. Because of loneliness, I repose my emotion in words. In this way, I can write you a love song that has been sung for thousands of years when I miss you, or I can wander among the words and forget my loneliness and loneliness
When I miss you, when I sit alone in the quiet window and enjoy tea, the fragrance of tea overflows my heart, just like those fragrant past; when I miss you, when the dusk is approaching, sadness is like the sea, but I dare not say your name; when the autumn wind suddenly rises, the rain blows wildly and the pear flowers close the door, I feel that time is getting old, just like a beautiful flower, like flowing time. Self pity, lonely alone.
hold your hand and grow old together with you. In this way, countless times in the bottom of my heart linger, every time I look at your eyes, can only want to say also rest.
The story has come to an end, only desolation. Only the tears left in other people's story, stained with the tears of the dream to draw the love of life.
Everything seems to have been doomed, we are always on the established track, fate seems to have been written, no one can scribble change. In this world, every day in the interpretation of a field of life and death, love and hate. Who cares about my sadness and sadness?
After leaving, I remember meeting with you. I have a dream to share with you.
On a moonlit night, I often hear the quiet sound of the flute and the whimper. The cold moon accompanies the sound of the flute and the wind blows the fallen flowers, which deduces the past of Feihong. How can such a situation not make people heartbroken and dejected? But you can't come here to be the woman who adds fragrance to the sleeves in front of my window. The fate of this life has been exhausted, it is difficult to continue!
But I often dream of you, dream of your eyebrows, dust covered face, temples such as frost. There is nothing but tears. I don't know what you're thinking even though I call you. Such a desolate scene often wakes me up and makes me sleepless all night. Deep in the night, I pondered over the cause of this romantic past?
In the twinkling of an eye, we will all grow old. The disturbing past is just an old scar in the world of mortals. I can only become a passer-by in your life, and you will always be a scenery in my life. Always stop in my dream, the past, will eventually disperse; the end of the song, only desolate sigh.
Goodbye, it seems as if separated, I do not know the reincarnation of several generations. We can't swim across the river of time. We can only look at each other from afar, let the world be noisy and the world be turbulent. We can only hide this love in our hearts.
hold your hand and grow old together with you. In this case, I want to tell you the most. Although I can't be with you all my life, it's unforgettable to meet and like you.
When I meet you in the most beautiful years, I will engrave all your most beautiful moments and smiles in my heart and become your eternal poem.
Xinjiang Karamay Karamay District Xinjiang Karamay City Experimental Middle School Senior Three: summer rain waiting for you, stationed in my landscape, my dream 1400 words Twilight gradually thick, the noise of the day slowly returned to silence, only the sound of cold rain knocking on the window accompanied by the lonely air, the distant sky in the empty rain and fog to watch, a date? A return date? Looking back? A smile?
Curling smoke rising, filled with the oath of heartless withering; lights shining again and again, reflecting the endless world. The cold wave of the season is turbulent but sad, and the heart is sad and painful; the window of the season is disorderly piled up with wet moss, and the mottled past events in memory are stranded on the other side of the years.
There is a kind of love called defect, there is a kind of fate called regret, there is a kind of feeling can not be measured by equivalent, that is missing! I don't know how long the rain has been with me or how long the rain has been with me. The sky is full of bright colors. I can clearly see the raindrops jumping on the ground, splashing happy smiles, and then scattered, making a heartbreaking sound. This rain has many lingering to have many injuries, has how many beats to have how many heartbreaks.
Look again, those flying flowers and fallen leaves, in the wind and rain, at the mercy of fate, some flutter and disappear, some leave the branches and fall to the cold ground, some stubbornly stand in the wind.
Like the night, also used to awake at night, only because those heavy past suitable for memories at night. Indulge in the soul of the night, always like to quietly read that heavy, taste that long distant happiness, chewing at this time that unspeakable bitterness.
Accompanied by pain, full of night, spread in every corner of the body. Under the eyelashes of the injured City, there is no place to hide, the inner gathering temperature instantly frozen into ice.
Night is deep, but the heart is awake, more sober than the day, night is like this. Window of the season, messy accumulation of wet moss, those mottled in the memory of the past, all the way stranded on the other side of the years! Once I tried to salvage the news about someone, but it was like the sand in my hand, a little bit scattered by the wind!
Looking at the days of grass growing and warbler flying, a certain intersection of the season, far away and far away! Sitting in the wind of early autumn, can you wake up your ears with a dreamy melody?
Love, too thick; love, too heavy; and the heart, too bitter. No one can catch up with the speed of the meteor, but the beauty of the flash is fixed into eternity, but there are too many illusions in this eternity.
Once thought that love in the Tropic of cancer, as long as breathing hard, you can see the miracle. However, the old moon, can not hold up the promise of everlasting, also can not keep the oath of withered seas and rotten rocks. Miss the scenery, finally painted into a scar on the heart, the pain is still after drying, again and again to remind those who love the trace. Listen to the windowsill, full of purple flower vine, brush my long hair, bloom your autumn whisper?
The road, long; meet people, more; experience, miscellaneous, just, think of you, eyes like stars; think of you, smile like the wind. The blue stone slab in the south of the Yangtze River paves the road of love for thousands of years. Are you waiting at the intersection in front of you? I sing alone in the water, cutting the autumn water, cutting the edge of the past life and this life!
Don't blame the years can't remember the young face, the end of the years, I use words for you, a touch of eternal beauty, even if the incarnation of a flowering tree, in your heart