We trudged alone in the biting wind and rain, chewing another kind of beauty in the biting wind and rain. Perhaps, only through a lonely journey can we reach a poetic dream. At that lonely intersection, I held up a lonely umbrella for myself, a little sad, a little sad, bit by bit, full of twists and turns. ...
There are two kinds of voices lingering in our dreams in the third grade, one is the footsteps in class, and the other is the bell after class. One is like the joy of blooming flowers, and the other is like the silence of ripe fruits.
As time goes by quietly, leaving no trace. Suddenly looking back, laughing like a smoke, floating around. I also want to look back at the leaves of the sunset, but time has slipped away mercilessly. When we understand the true meaning of life, the years have passed quietly. Like the bitter tears of life in my eyes. The passing days are as ethereal as the wind, and the wind has stopped, leaving a series of lonely impressions.
The wind chimes are jingling, and time is ticking, which accompanies us to step into the busy senior three life. A pile of exhausted test papers, like silent rain, moistens the painful heart, and a sudden "compulsory for the senior high school entrance examination" fills our leisure pleasure. Day after day is boring, but we have no time to complain-we can't waste time on words.
Everyone is trying to cultivate their own hearts and sow the seeds of their ideals in order to gain something and look forward to the realization of their wishes.
However, only one sprint can't finish the journey of Wan Li, and only perseverance is the final winner. We take every step down-to-earth in order to open the door to a brilliant life. We would rather suffer once in loneliness than regret for a lifetime, because we all choose to find happiness in loneliness. Twilight has passed, and I no longer blur my eyes because of loneliness and melancholy, because night is the light that sneaks into our partner's body.
On the third day, fold a paper crane every day, sew a belief with your heart, draw a brilliant picture with love, and make a wish gently.
In grade three, I am lonely and I am happy.