Youth is like a string of wind chimes. The breeze blew, making a tinkling sound and playing different music. Listening carefully is happy, independent and unrestrained. Of course, there are also many worries, worries and confusions.
Full of energy, we should be happy, because we are young and have youthful vitality. This is our capital and our hope. Happy flowers bloom in the busy work. Happy people always walk briskly on campus every day, and the wind chimes of youth are composing a free movement.
At the end of childhood, I stood on tiptoe of youth. When I was still immersed in the innocence of a little girl, youth had tapped my heart. Entering the new grade, I am less timid and more cheerful. I am still used to running on the playground and enjoying the flying of youth. The wind chimes of youth play holy songs.
The word "teenagers" in English represents a group of energetic and optimistic young people. We are like Ran Ran rising at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, but sometimes dark clouds cover the sun. Just like all kinds of troubles in growing up, the demands at home are like rising prices, and my troubles are like a wave. Swallow me and bury me in the track of time. The fear of failure makes my mind confused and lost in the heavy snow in winter. More than once, I thought about going back to the starting point of this thorny road and returning to that innocent age. The wind chimes with youthful colors play a sad movement at this time.
I stand at the intersection of youth, waiting for it. A sweet bell rang gently, awakening me from the darkness. After the baptism of the rainy season, I inspired myself to abandon my sadness, pick up pieces of broken dreams from the ground and splicing them into youth. Say to yourself: "you, the protagonist of life, you should play the joys and sorrows of youth with your heart." Sunshine is always after the storm, and I want to create a life without regrets. I know that the wind chimes of youth will start to ripple again.
Youth, like maple leaf bookmarks in autumn, makes many words anaemic, but I just want to pin it on my memory. Show the thick green of leaves and the green of grass, with wind chimes, beautiful, harmonious and natural.
Youth-colored sky, youth-colored rainbow, and a string of youth-colored wind chimes.
Riding through a residential building, I overheard the voice of "Tintin", which was fascinating. Looking up, it was a string of pure white wind chimes.
When I was in kindergarten, my friend gave me a string of golden wind chimes with golden stars and the moon hanging on them. The sound of this string of wind chimes is different from that of most metal wind chimes, and it sounds "tinkling". Later, a star fell, bells and pendants were all tangled together, and finally they had to be thrown into the trash can.
There is also a string of glass wind chimes, which my friends and I bought from the glassware store. The blue background is worn on a brown rope, and there is a picture hanging on the rope, which always rings "Tintin". Then I was stuffed into the cupboard and locked in a dusty corner. When I saw it again, it was beyond recognition. That string of wind chimes has been in the corner.
I haven't hung the wind chimes since, but when I see all the bells, I will inevitably miss them, such as the small bells on the bracelet, the hand-cranked bells that the teacher carries with him, and the wind chimes that can be seen everywhere in the small streets. Later, I couldn't help but buy a string of printed wind chimes for my friend, because everyone called her "Ling". There are several cherry blossoms printed on the wind chimes with a thin glass tube in the middle. After getting the wind chimes, my friend was ecstatic and turned around with the wind chimes. I smiled at her and thought, I am as happy as when I got the wind chime.
Suddenly woke up, the wind chimes were still ringing. I rode away quickly, thinking: there are still many things to do, to find out the old wind chimes, clean them up and put them away; Contact with former friends and chat; Remember to buy a new wind chime and hang it.
Maybe one day, those blocked memories will suddenly come to your side and fill your heart, and so will those who miss them.
When I saw the wind chimes swaying in the wind by the bedside, my thoughts drifted to that unforgettable afternoon.
It was dark that afternoon, and several classmates and I published a blackboard newspaper in class. Due to carelessness, my hand was cut by the iron sheet protruding from the edge of the blackboard. Looking at the bright red blood drops, I began to cry. Teacher, when you heard the crying in the classroom, you ran into the classroom at once, covered my wound with paper and dragged me to the office. When I arrived, you wiped my wound with alcohol first. In order to alleviate my pain, you also blew gently with your mouth. The cool breeze suddenly made me forget the pain. At this time, you are like a gentle father, with warm and loving eyes. After sticking the band-aid, you reminded me not to let the wound touch water as much as possible to prevent the wound from being infected. My tears once again filled my eyes with disappointment. You think I'm too scared. While wiping away my bewildered tears, you comforted me and said, "The wound will heal soon. The teacher believes that you are a brave little girl. " Teacher, in fact, you don't know that I'm crying not because my hands hurt, but because you made me feel the fatherly love I haven't felt for a long time. Seriously, I really wanted to jump into your arms and cry. ...
As soon as I got home from school, my grandmother greeted me, put my bag on my shoulder, took my hand and asked me if it still hurt. Actually, I know this is not grandma's prophecy. You must have called grandma. Sure enough, grandma asked me to say "thank you" at dinner. Later, I learned that you called grandma first and told her that the little girl was timid and her parents were not around. When you get home, you should calm down, pay attention to the wound not to get wet, and change the band-aid in time to avoid breeding bacteria. ...
It turns out that the cut on your hand is just a minor injury. It would be nice to stick a band-aid, but you comforted me again and again and told me one by one to take good care of my young age. "Thank you, teacher!" Although this sentence is ordinary, it is from my heart.
Before going to bed at night, I will stare at the wind chimes at the bedside. A gust of wind blew, and it rang, as if telling me with a crisp bell: love is like a wind chime, love is like a wind chime. ...
Maybe every class has people like wind chimes coming and going without a trace like air, squatting in the corner of the classroom without even daring to leave the atmosphere. Wind chimes always feel like a beast trapped for a long time, often longing for friendship. It was not until the blue came that Fengling felt that the word friendship gradually became clear.
one
When school started, the teacher stood on the platform and said loudly to the students, "School started, and there is a transfer student in the class. Her name is Zhan Lan! " "Zhanlan came into the classroom with loud applause, looked around and surrounded the wind chimes on the table. The two men smiled at each other. "Teacher, I sit here! "Zhan Lan told the teacher that the teacher nodded without hesitation.
two
"Zhanlan, look at this wind chime. Your grades are much better. "
"Oh."
"Zhanlan, you took the final exam again! Wind chimes are much stronger than you. "
"Oh."
"Zhanlan, can you not desert in class? It will affect the wind chimes. "
"Oh."
Teachers always say things like this. When Azure answered the word "Oh", she made faces at the wind chimes. At this time, the wind chimes gave Zhan a hard look.
Zhan Lan is a child who loves to jump and jump, and he often jumps and walks like this. However, her grades can't jump up.
Fengling likes to compare scores with her deskmate, but Zhan Lan is "laughed at". In contrast with the "strong" blue, the wind chime's head is lifted higher and higher, more and more complacent, and sometimes even laughs at the blue as a "fool"!
four
After school, only Fengling and Azure stayed in the classroom to sweep the floor. They ride brooms like horses, just like two soldiers!
"bang!" The teacher's beloved speaker rolled over and fell off the platform.
"ah! It's over, it's over! " Zhan Lan gasped like a toothache.
"It's not that serious." Wind chimes stared at Zhan Lan, casually picked up the speaker and put it on the table, but the uneasiness in my heart rippled away.
five
Reading early the next day, the air outside plummeted by dozens of degrees, and the teacher's dazzling eyes made the wind chimes unable to open their eyes.
The teacher adjusted the speaker, but the speaker could only make a creaking sound.
"Coax-"The classroom is like a frying pan: many girls are whispering while covering their mouths, and more boys are embarrassed to laugh.
"Who did it?" The teacher's thunderous words made everyone quiet, and the classroom was so quiet that even a pin could be heard falling.
The teacher's eyes are like two searchlights, and his eyes stay on the wind chimes. The head of the wind chime "buzzed" and my mind went blank.
six
Wind chimes turn to Blue for help.
Zhan Lan's eyes lit up and she seemed to understand something. She stood up neatly, and the loud voice broke the silence in the classroom: "Teacher, I did it!" " "
The wind chimes were blindsided.
The teacher quickly took out the ruler, and the rain moved and hit Zhan Lan's palm. The words "I did it" penetrated the soul of wind chimes. How much the wind chimes want to rush forward and say to the teacher at this time: "I did it!" "But at this point, cowardice surrounded her, her feet were rigidly fixed in place, and a sense of shame surged from her heart.
seven
In the afternoon, Zhan Lan received the capsule of Fengling. There is a piece of paper inside, which says: I'm sorry. Campanula's favorite campanula is lying quietly next to it.
At the moment, the wind chimes are looking out of the window intently, and the sunshine is like water, which makes the wind chimes feel a little gratified.
Wind chimes excellent composition 5 is probably junior high school. I have a string of light purple glass wind chimes.
It was dropped by the girl at the same table, saying that two of them were broken.
I happily hung it in front of the window, and the sun shone in, as if an elf were smiling. The wind is blowing and singing a little song.
During that time, my parents quarreled badly. One night, I woke up from a dream. They threw things in the brightly lit hall. No one noticed that I had rushed out of the house, running at night, crying for grandpa. I am a child who is afraid of the dark. On that terrible night, I kept running and it was very cold.
In such a strong wind, the little wind chimes tinkled a little girl's name. Flowers are intertwined. Until my voice is hoarse.
One day in college, someone gave me a wind chime. Made of wood and steel pipe, as long as you shake it gently, it will always ring to your heart and gently stir up waves.
Laughing, hanging on the bed, dialing before going to bed, the breeze rippling in front of my eyes.
Later, he asked me:
-Did the wind chime ring?
-put it away, the people in the dormitory are too noisy.
Never mind, I'll die if I live alone in the future.
The voice is very nice.
Wait until one day, when I was finally alone, only to find that walking around, the box of wind chimes had long since disappeared.
I thought about it for a long time, but I can't remember when I lost it.
Now, there is a string of wind chimes hanging in front of my window.
That's a string of shells I brought back from the seaside.
When the wind comes, the shell will only sing silently, with a low and gentle voice.
They must have sealed a lot of beautiful things in the sea. But they won't say it, even in the arms of the wind.
-Why don't you hang a crisp wind chime from now on?
-for, for the string of bells that are lost forever and have a nice voice.
There is a wind chime hanging in front of the old house. When the wind blows, it will jingle. I only remember a white-haired old man waiting for me to go home under the wind chime when I was a child.
I can't remember my grandmother's appearance, except that her hair is silvery white, her waist is bent and she walks slowly. When I was a child, during the summer vacation, my mother would always take me back to my hometown and give me to my grandmother. The yard of the old house is very big, and there is a small vegetable field with some eggplant and beans. Grandma regards this land as a treasure, and often leaves me in the house to watch TV and stay in the vegetable field all morning.
I was about six years old at that time, and I was old enough to play. I often follow my old friends all over the mountain. I am small, I can't run fast, and sometimes I get lost. Once, my friends played tricks on me, took me up the mountain, and then flew home, leaving me alone. There is no one on the mountain, only the sound of birds flapping their wings when they take off and land. I don't know the way home, so I sat on the ground crying in fear. It's getting late, and the distant sunset looks like a ghost to me. I hold myself tight and fear rises in my heart. Suddenly, I heard someone calling me.
"Little darling! Hey! " Grandma's anxious voice came. It's grandma! I shouted excitedly, "grandma, I'm coming!" " "The light of the flashlight is from far to near. After seeing grandma, I hugged her tightly: "grandma, I'm afraid!" " "At some point, tears will unwillingly flow out. But grandma looked at me with a straight face and only said three words to me: "don't cry!" " "I had to hold back my sobs and look at her, but she suddenly avoided my eyes. Grandma dragged me home without talking all the way. When she got back, she criticized the little boys and cooked me noodles. I wolfed down my food, and my grandmother suddenly touched my head and said, "Don't run around with them in the future, it's not safe." I nodded heavily, and the wind chimes in front of the house rang with the wind.
After that, I never went out with them again. I often stay in that vegetable field with my grandmother, digging, watering and pulling weeds with her. Sometimes, grandma will pick a cucumber for me to eat. And that string of wind chimes, when I laugh happily, it seems to grin.
I must go back to school after the holiday. The day before I left, my grandmother wrapped a big bag of fried rice cakes for my mother, saying it was my favorite. Mom took it and dragged me into the car. I grabbed the window and looked at my grandmother standing in front of the door. Her thin body looked even more lonely under the wind chimes. The sound of wind chimes is still crisp, and a bitter feeling rises in my heart. Grandma's figure is getting farther and farther away, and I shed tears.
A few days after school started, grandma had an accident. My mother looked flustered when she answered the phone, and then asked for leave to take me back to my old house. Back to the old house again, my grandmother died of cerebral thrombosis, and neither my mother nor I saw her for the last time. On the day of the funeral, my uncle and aunt came back. Everyone cried sadly, but I was silent. At that time, I couldn't understand the meaning of death. An elder came up and said, "Xiao Ni, why don't you cry?" My mother pulled me with red eyes and said, "The child is still young and not sensible."
I was very tired that day. When my mother and I were both lying in bed, my mother suddenly said to me, "Do you know? Mom doesn't have a mother, and she won't have one in the future. " Hearing this sentence, I saved tears for a day and filled my eyes. ...
Yes, the old man is gone. She won't fry rice cakes for me again, and she won't call my birth name in the crisp wind chimes as before. All that's left is infinite thoughts and that string of wind chimes.
That crisp voice will stay in my heart forever. Listen, the wind chimes are ringing again.
The wind chimes in front of the window make a pleasant sound with the breeze. I sat by the window, sipping a cup of bitter tea and watching quietly. Once moved, suddenly turned back to the heart.
Jane and I were girls who sang together and played hide-and-seek hand in hand since childhood. When we were born, it seemed that we were destined to be good friends for life, so our feelings were particularly deep. At that time, there was a family in the village, and there was always a string of wind chimes hanging in front of it. Young people think it is the best musical instrument in the world and can play the most beautiful music. So we met, and when we are old enough, we must choose the most beautiful wind chimes for each other.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, we have entered junior high school, and our childhood commitments have already been covered by heavy homework. I don't know where we went. Jane and I haven't seen each other for years. 14 birthday, I suddenly got a phone call from Jane, and she said that she would come to celebrate my birthday. I was so excited that I didn't know what to do, so I just sat and waited for Jane to arrive.
In the evening, the doorbell rang, and I couldn't wait to open it. The girl standing at the door, so tall and handsome, can't hide her joy between her heavy eyebrows.
"Jane!" I cried and rushed to hug her tightly, and laughter filled the whole room.
"Today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday! Come and see what I have brought you? " A hand behind me handed me a beautifully wrapped gift box. I took it and carefully unpacked it. A string of exquisite wind chimes appeared in front of me: they were made of shells and colorful, just like our colorful childhood. The agreement flashed through my mind.
"Jane, so you remember the agreement when you were a child!"
"Yes, how could I forget my appointment with you?"
Suddenly, a feeling arises spontaneously. For so many years, she has always remembered the friendship of her friends. I am very touched to have such a friend and such a profound friendship.
There is another cool breeze, and the wind chimes make a moving, crisp and wonderful sound, just like Jane's laughter. I still sit at the window, staring at the wind chimes, relishing that initial touch.
Wind chimes excellent composition 8 White wind chimes "tinkle" and thoughts float back between you and me.
I still remember how interesting it was when I first met you. A little girl hid in the corner and cried. A little girl younger than her put a bunch of candied haws into the crying little girl's hand. Yes, that little girl crying is me. At that time, you said to me, "Little sister, don't cry. Mom said she wouldn't cry if she ate candied haws. " I looked up at you in surprise. You have a pair of ponytails, neat bangs, big eyes and a small pink skirt. What a lovely little sister. I thought, stand up and walk home with candied haws.
By chance, I met you at school. You are tall, with a ponytail, wearing a school uniform and smiling when talking to your friends. Still so cute, I think. I was just about to say hello to you, but you didn't seem to recognize me. I just put down my outstretched hand and felt a little lost.
When you joined the club, you and I were in the same group, and you greeted me. I smiled and took you to do club activities. Our task this time is to find a grass or a flower to write a practice report. I squatted on the ground with you to observe the shape, color, size and other characteristics of grass. I said you remember. That's it. We stood up and prepared to go back. "Ah ..." I suddenly looked back, and you fell to the ground, and your hands and feet were scratched. I will help you to the infirmary. After school, there is a small vendor selling candied haws at the door. I looked at my belongings and could buy one. So I took Sugar-Coated Berry back to the infirmary. You are still sobbing. I handed you the candied haws and said, "You won't cry after eating the candied haws." I smiled at your surprised expression.
One day, you asked me to say goodbye, and I looked at you in surprise. You smiled and explained to me that your mother was afraid that you would not be admitted to senior high school in Changsha and go back to the countryside to study in No.1 Middle School there. You gave me a wind chime and smiled and said to me, "A short parting is for a better meeting in the future." So there was me who studied hard today.
Yes, the short parting is to meet each other better, and looking at the wind chimes seems to see you.
The wind chimes are jingling. How are you, my distant friend?
There were strings of wind chimes in the rain last night, and there is a crisp sound in the wind today. There is a string of wind chimes in your eyes and in my heart. There is a string of wind chimes in the sunshine window and moonlight arm. It's a long night. It's hard to sleep ...
Taking advantage of the only rest day of Blue Sky Education, I'm going to the seaside to ride a bike. listen to
The shell wind chimes there are very famous, and I have the honor to watch them.
After an hour and a half of turbulence, I came to the seaside.
As soon as I got off the bus, I heard the wind chimes jingling in the distance because of the strong sea breeze. I ran to find the source of the beautiful song, but the sea breeze stopped at this moment.
We wanted to eat first and then ride a bike, so we asked a boss who sold wind chimes. The boss is a woman with a baby in her arms. The boss is very kind and tells us which store is delicious, which store is near and which store is far away. She also asked us if we wanted to rent a bicycle, starting at 20 yuan. I saw the wind chimes in that shop. Wow, it's beautiful. The boss seems to see my envy: "Do you want a string? 15 yuan sells it to you! " Mom said, "How can this be done? It is not easy for you to do business. How's this? Let's have a good look at your shop after dinner! " "Yes," the boss agreed happily.
After lunch, I went to the seaside to play. I accidentally fell on the moss and was covered in mud. The sea breeze blew over my shoulder, and I got a cold war and ran back to change clothes.
I only brought a short sleeve and a pair of pants. After the change, I was still shivering.
My mother and I came to the store to rent bicycles, thinking that it would be very hot to ride. When the boss saw us coming, he came out happily with the child in his arms. "Why do your children wear so little? Wait! " Say that finish, before we answer, he went back. My mother and I looked at each other inexplicably. When the sea breeze blows and the wind chimes ring, the sound is crisp and sweet, like a stream running water, like a bird chirping, like a child laughing, like the sound of a silkworm breaking out of its cocoon, like ...
After a while, the boss came out with a brand-new dress in his hand: "put it on, don't catch cold." Mother was overjoyed and said, "OK, we will return the clothes when we come to return the car." "Don't abandon it. I haven't worn this dress many times. Take it away. The child's health is the most important. Your car seems quite far away ... ""No, no, that's impossible! " Then he dragged me to pick out a bike.
Wind chimes shake and shake, making a sweet sound, like childhood laughter, so pure and beautiful. ...
After riding a bike, I was so tired that I was sweating all over. I took off my clothes and gave them back to the aunt. After chatting for a long time, my mother finally agreed to buy me a string of wind chimes and got up and went into the store to pick them. I chose again and again, and chose a string of blue wind chimes full of shells. Because I think blue is the color of the sea, jumping, the color of the sky and tranquility. Greater sea and the sky is vast and far away. Atmosphere, broad. Have unlimited strength and energy. Blue is like a shy little girl, pure and beautiful. Her innocence and kindness will always be an unknown mystery floating on the surface. Occasionally, she will put down her pen and frown and sniff; Occasionally, she will accompany you, and that innocent smile will make you get carried away; Occasionally, she will look at the distance with a melancholy face, and that intoxicating look will make your heart ache; Occasionally, she will force a smile and leave the most beautiful smile for others when she wants to cry most; Occasionally she will be in a trance, but she still doesn't forget to leave you her happiest side. ...
When I got home, I hung the string of wind chimes in front of the window.
Wind chimes shake and shake, shaking the kindness in my heart, shaking the simplest feelings in the world. ...
Wind chimes excellent composition 10 "Ding-Ding-"Wind chimes danced in front of the window and sang crisp and melodious songs.
This is a birthday present from my parents. It is made of shells strung together. Whenever the breeze blows, it shakes its beautiful body. Whenever I see that string of wind chimes, I think of my mother when I was a child. But now my parents are too busy at work to meet each other for a week, and sometimes they can't even come back for half a month. Now they are on a business trip again, and with this sweet bell, I am immersed in memories. ...
When I was a child, I always had a lot of questions to ask my parents, which were "100,000 whys". My parents never bother and always answer every question patiently and carefully.
In spring, everything comes back to life. My parents took me on an outing, flying kites and running on the green grass.
In summer, the weather is very hot. I am too weak to blow the air conditioner and fan. There are many mosquitoes, so my parents will fan me with a fan to repel mosquitoes.
In autumn, the earth harvests. My parents took me out for an autumn outing, enjoying wild chrysanthemums and maple trees, and shuttled through the golden wheat waves.
In winter, it is wrapped in silver. In cold weather, my parents dressed me in thick clothes, made a snowman in front of the door and had a snowball fight. ...
However, as I get older, my parents seem to have no time to accompany me, and my work is getting busier and busier. The excitement of the past has passed, how I long for time to freeze in laughter.
Time is like a blink of an eye, and the companionship of childhood is eternal warmth. I am also growing up slowly, and I can also feel the hardships and hardships of my parents. I slowly learned to understand them. ...
Tintin's sweet wind chimes brought me back to reality. I picked up my cell phone and dialed my parents' phone. ...
"Ding Rinrin-Ding Rinrin-"Wind chimes danced at the window again, singing crisp and sweet songs. ...