The flowers settle in the gentle breeze, and time leaves light footprints, rolling up the beauty of the past and passing away leisurely. How to write it? The following is what I have compiled, welcome to read.
Chapter 1:
No more time
No more time, no more original dreams, no more innocence, no more innocence There is no hearty laughter, no more.
Dreams are flying
In the past, I liked the word "dream" the most. Whenever I talked about it, I would hold my head high and show a proud smile and say: "I have grown up." When I grow up, I want to be a singer, earn a lot of money, and help children in the mountains: I also want to be a flight attendant or tour guide, and travel to places around the world; or be a designer, and design my own style. . ”
Today, I am still passionate about the word “dream”, but sometimes I am a little afraid. When others ask, "What is your dream?" I always smile and say "Nothing" or "I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet." Because I'm afraid they will look at me strangely or say, "Just you, just think about it!" The dream has flown away, but I want it to come back.
Innocence was buried
In the past, we would play skipping rope, play with rocks, play with mud, play house, whisper, and fight with boys.
Nowadays, harsh words such as "childish" and "puppy love" are forced into our heads, imprisoning innocence and releasing boredom. Innocence is buried, but I want to find it.
The laughter ran away
In the past, my hearty laughter was often heard in the alley. The laughter was without scruples, as clear and loud as a silver bell, which made me People can't help but laugh together when they see it.
Nowadays, that laughter has been stifled, and similar warnings such as "Girls should pay attention to their image" often ring in their ears. Slowly I became quieter and learned to smile like a lady without making a single sound, even though I didn't like it. In my opinion, it showed strangeness. The laughter ran away, but I wanted to chase it.
Outside the window, the rainbow is gone, my heart is calm, and a cool breeze is blowing.
At dawn tomorrow, today will be the old days again.
——Postscript
Chapter 2:
We are the rising sun
Fifteen years old, an age full of vitality. "Prime", "vibrant", "enthusiastic", these words have almost become our patent. We are like the rising sun, always shining with vitality and exuding the breath of youth. As long as we are around, there will be life.
It is the third year of junior high school and graduation also means that the classmates who have been together for four years are about to say goodbye. Everyone is reluctant to part with them and everyone wants to leave some memories for the third year of junior high school.
When I was writing my classmate list, Little K’s “Scattered Pictures of Dogs and Cats Barking” spread all over the country with its funny style and simple and clear composition, and received constant praise. This is like our life, colorful, lively and cheerful.
Although we wrote classmate records, we felt that something was missing. Probably because of the enthusiasm and vitality, we decided to hold a friendly football match for the third grade students of "S" school.
Although it is called a friendly match, everyone is eyeing the championship trophy. Everyone wants to add another brilliance to the third grade of junior high school.
During the game, the team members, with the goal of scoring goals at the risk of life, desperately kicked the football into the opponent's half. They were young, frivolous and energetic. On the sidelines, everyone was not idle, competing in "roaring skills". Husband fights with courage. We girls shouted "come on" at the top of our lungs. We really wish we had practiced the "lion's roar"!
The excitement is yet to come. No matter how fair the referee is, as soon as he makes a decision that is unfavorable to us, no matter how close the referee is to us, we will immediately turn our backs and "swear". You can feel that the whole playground is filled with youthful flavor.
In fact, youth should have such drive and impulse to live up to its name.
Chapter 3:
Imagine the future of mankind
Everyone has his or her own dream. Some want to be scientists, some want to be inventors, some want to be astronauts, and some want to be a knowledgeable doctor! My dream is to be a singer.
"My future is not a dream. I live every minute seriously. My future is not a dream..." If you were my neighbor, you would hear me when I was doing my homework at noon every day. Singing, and very loudly. Maybe you will find me noisy, but I think what I sang is not wrong, because my future is really not a dream.
When I sing, it means that I am imagining that I have become a singer. I sang on the stage, singing out the passion for singing in my heart, singing out my love for singing, and singing out my future.
I dreamed that when I became a singer, I performed the same song, and when the host called my name, I proudly walked to the middle of the stage to sing. When I sang the songs in my album, I felt so proud! It was because of my hard work that I got such a reward.
I dreamed that my first album was a hit. I have fans, fans and friends who silently support me. What a glorious thing this is! My music has been loved by many friends, I am so excited!
I dreamed that many record companies wanted to sign a contract with me, and they all offered high prices of tens of millions. . Although I'm in a dilemma, I don't know which contract to sign, but doesn't it make me proud that so many companies want to sign with me?
Naive! So naive! I heard someone commenting on me like this dream. No! No! No! This is not naive! My dream of becoming a singer is not naive! I have my future in my hands, my future is not a dream!
My future is not a dream, I am serious about it Every minute passes...
I am still thinking about the future...
Chapter 4:
Cherish time and cheer for youth
Time is like a stream, meandering and flowing, leaving behind water lines. Under the sun, the water lines glow with youth and vitality.
The forest shadows are long, the birds are singing sweetly, and the rows of willows are glowing with fresh green. A person is leaning under a willow tree. The willow tree has spit out fresh green, and the brilliance of life is quietly blooming. There are so many beautiful memories left here. Flowers bloom and fall, dead branches grow new. Time is like raindrops falling on the earth, leaving a gorgeous rain mark in the sky and then disappearing into the earth.
Sitting alone under the moonlight at night, I can't help but feel the reluctance and confusion of "Farewell to Nanpu, the west wind curls up in autumn." During the day, I lean alone under the shade of the willow, and I also have the heroic and longing in my heart that "there will be strong winds and waves, and I will hang my cloud sails and sail across the sea." This is how youth should be. Remember that long-distance running competition? The competition between you and me is the power of our youth and endless vitality. Remember that tug-of-war? The strength of each of us is condensed on that rope, and the deep friendship between us is our strongest strength. Remember that group photo? Our smiles were full of reluctance, which was a symbol of friendship. Do you remember the song we *** sang together at the New Year’s Eve party every year? It was a symbol of youth and a testimony of friendship.
The sun is faltering in the Western Mountains, and its warm remaining light is still shining on this willow tree. The breeze gently blows through the hair of the willow tree, exuding bursts of fragrance. The sky is getting dark, but the willow tree is still shining with new green. The willow tree stretches its branches. Although it cannot stop the pace of time, new green is blooming on the branches.
Time is like a drifting water, gone forever, but our youth has left sparkling lights in the water.