The blue sky evokes that blue memory. I have a dream to grow up with me and fly with me. In the past, it turned out that we were so in love.
Let the blue sky make paper and the white clouds make pens to describe the truest and sweetest dreams!
( 1)
There is no lofty ideal, just a simple dream.
(2)
In the summer afternoon, the sky is blue and the sunshine is particularly warm. My tears turned into memories in the wind.
I was born a crazy girl who loves to play. I laughed all day. I am a naughty boy. On the day when I don't know how to reflect, my behavior will always be extremely rude and exaggerated. That's my paradise, my youth is complete and I am the master.
(3)
Making trouble is my natural ability, and fighting is my strong point. I just had a fight with my precious grandson next door and told him to scold you. Later, they came to report me, but dear mother, you beat me up without listening to my explanation, because you have never lost such a face.
Mom, I'm really sad. I even decided to ignore you.
(4)
The misunderstanding left an invisible scar in my heart. They sheltered him, and I only wiped my tears myself. I don't want to hear any more from you. Youth is the chip of rebellion. There is a gap between our feelings.
(5)
Ignorance in rebellion is covered under the gray sky, and even if the sun shines, it will not show beautiful colors.
I am waiting for your explanation and comfort, but I am waiting for the footsteps of time passing. Until that happened.
(6)
I have a cold and a fever, and it's raining heavily outside. You put on your coat as soon as you see the thermometer reading. I am on my way to Yiguang, a small town with a heavy back. I felt the temperature emitted by you, opened my heavy eyelids and saw different shades of water.
Mom, I was wrong! I should take the initiative instead of waiting.
(7)
When I woke up in the morning, you didn't blame me for disobedience, nor did you blame me for being uncomfortable and silent. You provide me with delicious food.
After a tiring night, you went to the fields without rest, leaving deep eyes and thin figure. I'm confessing.
Mom, you haven't tasted my cooking. I want to cook it for you. It's a pity that I didn't inherit your and dad's skills. I just hope you don't dislike it.
That rainy season awakened the sleeping soul; That night, an atrium was opened; That night the wind turned into two lines of tears; That umbrella, shuttling in the rain; That temperature is enough to warm a heart.
So simple and beautiful!
-P.S.