2. In people's minds, happiness and sorrow are almost intertwined, alternating with each other at an unpredictable and puzzling speed.
3. When I was young, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people, like bees, sent the knowledge and thoughts of life into the beehive. They tried their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.
4. When the night comes, a powerful, fresh, caring thing like a loving mother, such as a bosom, is gently stroked by silence like a warm, furry hand, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory, brushing away all the fine dust that has eroded people during the day.
1. In the endless work calendar, sadness is also a program, making a fire is fun, and even scars are embellished on the face with nothing ...
2. Hate is a piece of ice, which melts when it is warm.
3. Everyone only has his name, and everyone has the same rights.
4. In singing, my grandmother sometimes moves forward, sometimes retreats, and sometimes flies, and her youth instantly returns to her, making her look like a flower. Everyone was attracted by her.
5. I am so afraid of my grandfather that I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me all the time.
6. The light shadow is no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so sad and peaceful.
7. When I was young, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people, like bees, sent the knowledge and thoughts of life into the beehive. They tried their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.
8. In the gloomy autumn, I can't see the sun, I can't feel the warmth of the sun, and I can even forget the existence of the sun-in this autumn, I have lost my way in the Woods more than once. When you are far away from the road, and you are exhausted and can't find the path, you have to step on the muddy road, cross the thorns and step on the uneven mound and go straight ahead. In this way, you can always walk on the wide road in the end!
9. When the night comes, a powerful, fresh, caring thing like a loving mother, such as a bosom, is gently stroked by silence like a warm, furry hand, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory, and brushing away all the fine dust that has eroded people during the day.
1. Up against the current, it's warm as spring, and the branches are swaying in colors.
11. On the blue water surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are up against the current, while golden leaves are slowly drifting down the current.
12. A few days after the burial, my grandfather said to me, "Hey, Lexie, you are not a medal. You can't always hang it around my neck. This is no place for you. Go to the world to make a living ..."
13. People often hear their songs and stop to look at them from under the window. The upturned faces remind me of dirty dishes that have not been washed.
14. So I went to earth.