It's so hot! It's almost dry. How hot is this summer! Let's have a gust of wind!
Hot summer, the air filled with hot breath, evaporation of moisture in the skin, also began to boil.
Outside the window, a group of primary school students walked by happily. Step on the asphalt concrete floor.
The grass not far away is very green. Surrounded by a cluster, green is dazzling, green is beautiful......
Intertwined green, or light or dark, or deep or shallow, like the scenery in a sketch, still.
Looking up at the scenery not far away - it's a house made of red bricks and green tiles.
Red and green overlapping, is fresh, is irritable......
Because of the height of the window, I can only see the endless roof of the beam. It's gray and dark.
Repress......
I'd better look at the sky!
Well. In the light blue sky, white clouds dot, white as cotton candy, with the envy of talking.
I haven't eaten marshmallow for a long time. How greedy! hey.
Unconsciously, when I went downstairs, there was a magical world outside. I pushed the door open and walked out of the closed world.
In the deep streets and alleys, there is a little bit of cool green......
So comfortable! The smell of wind, the smell of water, the smell of fresh hair......
Water, like a mirror, is transparent and reflects people's heart. What do you see?
Is it your inner self?
A gust of wind across the water, with little ripples.
The summer wind is getting colder. Do you feel it?
Third day of junior high school: y Yan green clothes and other wind cool summer, 600 words wind blowing past, take away a trace of heat, bring a trace of refreshing.
Outside the window, there is a wind, gently, quietly. Standing on the balcony, listening to the wind, at this moment, quiet, no floating dry, no secular disturbance, heart, suddenly from elegant, those who can't put down, forget, don't want to remember, all, all in this wind, blow away clean, leave no trace.
I like the warm words, sometimes I am infatuated with the cold words, like the painful or beautiful words in the words, and like them to properly express the most obscure feelings in my heart. Think about it, youth hidden melancholy elements, not many, not urgent, not slow, in an inadvertent moment, so easily erase my smile.
Life, or yearning for a bright smile, all the sadness written into the text, for a sunny and healthy state of life,. At the end of August, let go of your obsession and allow yourself a time when the wind is clear and the clouds are light. Go to work hard, fight and chase. Take your heart with you and let all the things that you can't let go disappear & hellip; & hellip;
After August, everything will start again. The high school entrance examination, which has been tormented by sadness and pain for one season, will become a thing of the past. I think I can finally let go. My next three years will start again. The wind at the end of August is cool and depressing.
Wait for the cool summer, no longer remember yesterday's pain, I always believe that any efforts will not come to nothing, life will eventually fulfill its promise to you.
Life experiences several disappointments, but there will always be hope. People always have to keep on working hard in disappointments, constantly give themselves confidence and courage, and then they will see hope and get closer to success.
This August, I write about the desolation of youth with a clear and clean heart. I know that the pain and confusion after the high school entrance examination last for two months, and I should be relieved & hellip; & hellip; give myself a smile and a hope for the future. I hope I can look back many years later and brush past my 16-year-old soul. My heart is warm.
In the next three years, we will stand on the same starting line. The world is fair to everyone, and the journey of struggle can start at any time. The compass of life is in your hands. You can change the direction of sailing at any time if you want. It's up to you to decide whether to go with the tide or ride the wind and waves.
Don't think about what will happen in the future, choose the road you want to take, the brilliance of life lies in the unforeseen future & hellip; & hellip; when the wind cools the summer, there is wind outside the window, gently and quietly. Standing on the balcony, listening to the wind, at this moment, quiet, no floating dry, no secular disturbance, heart, suddenly from elegant, those who can't put down, forget, don't want to remember, all, all in this wind, blow away clean, leave no trace.
I like the warm words, sometimes I am infatuated with the cold words, like the painful or beautiful words in the words, and like them to properly express the most obscure feelings in my heart. Think about it, youth hidden melancholy elements, not many, not urgent, not slow, in an inadvertent moment, so easily erase my smile.
Life, or yearning for a bright smile, all the sadness written into the text, for a sunny and healthy state of life,. At the end of August, let go of your obsession and allow yourself a time when the wind is clear and the clouds are light. Go to work hard, fight and chase. Take your heart with you and let all the things that you can't let go disappear & hellip; & hellip;
After August, everything will start again. The high school entrance examination, which has been tormented by sadness and pain for one season, will become a thing of the past. I think I can finally let go. My next three years will start again. The wind at the end of August is cool and depressing.
Wait for the cool summer, no longer remember yesterday's pain, I always believe that any efforts will not come to nothing, life will eventually fulfill its promise to you.
Life experiences several disappointments, but there will always be hope. People always have to keep on working hard in disappointments, constantly give themselves confidence and courage, and then they will see hope and get closer to success.
This August, I write about the desolation of youth with a clear and clean heart. I know that the pain and confusion after the high school entrance examination last for two months, and I should be relieved & hellip; & hellip; give myself a smile and a hope for the future. I hope I can look back many years later and brush past my 16-year-old soul. My heart is warm.
In the next three years, we will stand on the same starting line. The world is fair to everyone, and the journey of struggle can start at any time. The compass of life is in your hands. You can change the direction of sailing at any time if you want. It's up to you to decide whether to go with the tide or ride the wind and waves.
Don't think about what will happen in the future, choose the road you want to take, the brilliance of life lies in the unforeseen future & hellip; & hellip; wind blowing heart, cool meaning
Blowing wakes the dreamer
Tears in my clothes
For whom do you cry
Cold wind Buddha pass
Hair dancing
Where is the missing heart
Memories like water
Ice cold
Permeate my heart
Pink Cherry Blossom
Flying all over the sky
Looking up at the sky
Confused by the moonlight
Angels float by
Tears are falling
Gather into a clear spring
Heal the heart
A moment of sadness
Happy life
First year of Experimental Middle School: Fei Qingyu's summer is cool, 400 words, hot summer, verdant trees, a small town full of tourists and endless traffic. The earth is like a steamer, which can't show any coolness. I don't know why, this summer vacation is surprisingly hot.
In the evening, I wanted to blow the electric fan for a while. I just lay down in bed, but there was a power failure. Oh, bad luck! I hate it and say: 'I eat dry food at the power station. 'My mother and I were lying in bed. It was so hot that my hands were covered with sweat. It's hot and I can't sleep. My mood starts to be impetuous. All of a sudden, the cool wind came slowly from behind. Maybe there was a call. I am a burst of ecstasy, gradually closed my eyes, cool wind bursts hit, the wind is not small, very rhythmic. My mood began to relax, and I seemed to forget everything around me & hellip; & hellip;
The wind like my mother's hand continues to touch me, amiable. It feels good. I enjoy it slowly. I feel as if I am standing on a high mountain. The wind blows slowly on my back and the grassland is green in front of me. Under the touch of the wind, like a green ocean, rippling layers of waves & hellip; & hellip;
The wind suddenly small, I a doubt, and the power failure?! I turned over and took a look. It was Mom! I saw her holding a fan, quietly squatting behind me, douda sweat slowly flowing down her cheek, I was shocked. Mother wiped the sweat on her face with her hand and said with a smile: 'wake up? Go to sleep! 'I was so excited that my throat seemed to be blocked by something, but I didn't say it. Looking at my mother, I really understand what is maternal love, I also understand why the gust of wind so cool. Because in any case, the summer heat is unable to overcome this great maternal love!
Ah! What a cool summer breeze! Cool midsummer 800 words, even if it is the summer vacation, there will be nothing very wonderful. Over and over again, repeating everyday life. Every day, I will recall a short period of the past. Thinking about it, I think that I am the little white pupil, living in a corrupt ancient upper class family, and those ancient walls, layer by layer, prevent the little white pupil from crossing over and seeing the outside world. How would like to have a grandmother like saga's grandmother, in everyday life, naturally teach me some philosophy of life.
Or as before, every day, I will make up a warm and sad story, let you smile and shed tears. In this shallow summer.
When I opened the wardrobe of memory, I found that I didn't have a red dress, so when I went to the street, I tried my best to wear a lot of red coats for every lovely girl. Mother said, as long as the dress is generous and lively, the color is not a problem. I used to be afraid of the dark. When I was alone in a dark room, I would cry. So I turned on all the lights in the room and let the warm light shine in. But the pain was too deep to shine in. As a result, gradually no longer afraid of the dark, and even like a person to stay in a lonely dark room crying, like a homeless bear, recalling those who have faded into black and white albums in the past for a long time, but how, can no longer connect them.
Do not know why, now every morning up, face will be as red as sunflower, a face of vitality. Dawn, the arrival of dawn, really often bring good? So, dawn, will you choose to come to me? Or the endless darkness to me, let me step on the dawn light step by step close to your warmth. Yesterday, I went on the Internet very late. I spent most of my time chatting with my primary school classmates on the Internet. Maybe it's because of my family's laptop. I've been talking with my classmates for a long time, but I don't know what he's talking about. Suddenly I want to take photos with all my classmates. Is it impossible? Are you still reluctant to come? Dance with me, put on the mask of hypocrisy, leave behind the fur of the wolf skin,. Are you still only willing to meet me in a dream? Do you still choose to be my most gorgeous dream forever? Well, well, I'd like to sleep forever!
Take bus No.80 to and fro between home and school every day, over and over again.
Colorful candy is no longer in the clear candy shop, eccentric villain no longer rely on fantasy to exist. Legra, the prince of the elves, in the moonlight