1. We are like a needle on the surface, constantly turning, turning on one side, watching the time rush away, but can not do anything about it.
2, perhaps, the most beautiful thing is not to keep the time, but to keep the memory, such as the feeling of the first acquaintance, even if an inadvertent smile, is our most nostalgic story. I hope that the time, such as the first see.
3, time did not wait for me, is that you forgot to take me away, my left hand over the firefly, the right hand is ten years a long meditation.
4, when you really love the same thing when you will find language how fragile and powerless. Words and feelings are always separated.
5. I forgot which day of which month of which year I carved a face on which wall a smiling and sad face gazing at me.
2. write things good sentence (10 sentences)
1, hungry to walk most of the night in the dark mountain road, is really tired and hungry, all body weakness.
Hearing the rest of the order, we will put the basket on the narrow mountain road, and then put the stretcher across the basket, care about it three seven twenty-five, over the sky will fall on the stretcher, sound sleep. 2, closely trailing the front of the electric motorcycle, careful line through the most prosperous, the most noisy town section, finally came to the market intersection patronized by time.
Perhaps this section of the road has not yet been developed due to the reason that the remote extension of the vegetable market trail, both sides of the open field, sparse breeding out of the few weeds in the sunset glow, with the breeze, gently swaying a gentle graceful dance, quietly bathed in the sunset light, enjoying a rare cozy and quiet. Every time I meet such a good weather, meet such a good time, I will stop here, let yourself into it, a long time, a long time ... ... 3, so walk in the place that had walked, unchanged season, unchanged scenery, the only change is the mood of the walker; the same route, the same mark, the difference is that the road surface is more solid, the route is more determined.
Standing on the top of the mountain, close your eyes and open your arms.4. The road is full of people, full of stones, tiles and bricks, and the roadside is full of cars and vendors selling things, and you can see that there is a great deal of noise and bustle, and dust, and nails knocking, and car horns mixing with the sound of people's voices and the piercing sound of machines cutting, and tumbling over in the heat of the spring, and in the seething... ...5. The process of buying groceries is simple and quick, perhaps because of my own experience, I never go to waste more time and energy in this scene, life is not easy! When I turned around to leave the market, they also packed up, was about to leave.
The first time we met again, there was no surprise or strangeness at the beginning. Smile expression, frequent nodding, is the most direct, the warmest pleasantries, although there is no language! "6, the depths of the dream, there is a winding path, I slowly came to a hazy place, like a corner of the forgotten, I smiled, the heart of the faintly revealed a sentence, in the forgotten memories, memories of the forgotten bits and pieces.
7, the friend brought up the second pot of steamed bowl, called the top meat. The practice is similar to braised pork, but the selection of this kind of meat must be with the groove head meat on the pig, that is, the meat on the neck of the pig.
Because the pad bowl is stewed with lotus root bone broth, so eat up and braised meat is not a flavor. 8, ordinary life is like a cup of tea, several times bitter and several times sweet, slowly tasting a wisp of warmth rising; there have been quarrels, there have been disagreements, however, when it is the end of the world apart by the thoughts of the bowels of the time, more understanding of each other that the love has been not the original kind of ignorant and superficial feeling, after more than a decade of life. The feeling, after ten years of life sharpening this love has been a can not be cut off, do not force to hurt the affection.
Ten fingers clasped between the warmth in the fingertips quietly warm, feel with the heart, quietly experience. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. If you are satisfied, adopt me, thank you.
3. 20 words to describe things1. Life is sour and sweet; friendship is thick and light; life is long and short.
2, to realize their own goals, must be able to endure the loneliness of doing it alone. 3, do not always think of playing with feelings, be careful that it will someday play with you.
4, everything must have their own principles, do not offend their own bottom line. 5, the past is a memory, now is the struggle, the future is the goal.
6, a person if there is no attempt in the heart, will rarely be used by others. 7, do not say that I am good people, you simply do not know once.
8, do not try, take what to prove that the people who looked down on you in the beginning how blind. 9, the value of life does not lie in transcending others, and lies in helping others.
10, life is a solvent, either the soul of the bone, or refined into steel. 11, faith is never knowledge, but to make knowledge of the effective determination of the will.
12. The unavoidable scourge will be conquered thanks to courageous fortitude.
4. Primary school students describe the narrative of the sentence 10 words1, ah, childhood, you are like a small rocking car, shaking out the laughter of millions of people, shaking out millions of people's childhood memories, shaking out millions of people's bright future! 2, I sang the song "and the past cheers", waved and boring TV goodbye, and unhelpful zero goodbye, and uninteresting loafing goodbye.
3, the doctor unceremoniously transformed my lush hair into a desert, cleaned the wound, and then put a square white flower on my head.
5. Trouble, like the sticky silk drawn from the spider's belly, twisted in circles around my heart, calling me panic. 6, I was stunned, raised his head out of breath to look at his mother, felt more solid, and then felt that his mother's words like a merciless whip lashing me.
7, a look at the teacher to check the recitation of the text, I hurried to the table secretly prayed: "God bless, do not call me."
8, this shocking scene made me stunned, only to feel wet on my back afterwards, half hot sweat, half cold sweat. 9, the blood in my whole body is boiling, I almost bit my lips to suppress the anger.
10, we see the teacher has not yet come, began to clamor: some sitting on the table, some walk down the seat nagging, there is a fight, the classroom as lively as a free market. 11, I forced to calmly sit in another seat, however, the whole lesson, I did not listen to anything, just feel the ears buzzing.
12, the night, and returned to the original quiet, but this time I can no longer sleep, lying on the bed, large tears dripping down on the pillowcase. 13, firecrackers children laughing, screaming, jumping, running, the cheerful voice with the firecrackers intertwined, long echoed in the air.
14, until now, I can hardly believe that grandpa just like that gone, I really did not think that the morning of the casual wave is actually my farewell to grandpa. 15, I sat in front of the desk, looking at the picture of my mother, recalling her care for me, recalling the labor pains and hardships of her life ...... Tears blurred my eyes, my heart has a kind of indescribable grief.
16, "is Dad and what? Dad is not the emperor, is he not wrong?" I vented all my anger on my mom. 17, Dad and Mom looked at each other angrily, you a word, I a word, a higher than a word, a sentence than a harsh, needle sharp, who refused to let anyone.
18, in my memory, every year to Xianyang home for New Year's Eve, is a "food fight.
Tearful eyes, I seem to see every time I get back the certificate, Dad is always happy to grinning scene, that busy on and off the sticker award figure, as if in front of my eyes shaking again. 20, Dad's understanding of grief, expectant eyes ...... thousands of emotions welling up in the throat, finally suffocated me out of a word I seem to have been familiar with: "Dad ......" at the same time the tears Like a dike flood rushed down.
21, mother's love, like the moon, always hanging in the sky of my mind; mother's heart, like crystal, always treasured in my emotional treasure trove. 22, at this time, a stream of warmth throughout my body, hot tears finally could not help but roll down, I looked at my stepmother, could not restrain the excitement in my heart, shouted out of turn: "Mom, you are really my good mother."
23, the students stretched out their necks, like being picked up by the goose, round eyes, staring at the experimental glass. 24, countless "shells" like fried beans suddenly down, fortunately, I have long moved to the position, or else, confused "dead".
25, "the eagle" may be hungry, "wings" a strong fan, towards the "chickens" to chase around, and can not wait to catch one to fill the stomach. 26, at noon, I heard that the test paper approved out, the classroom "God", "Buddha", "incense", everywhere.
27, the other day, these two people are still like fighting crickets, you stare at me, I stare at you, and now as brothers. 28, wearing clothes with the teacher's body temperature, a warm current spread throughout my body, within the nose, tears came out.
29, looking at the teacher's far away back, I regretted, my heart thumped wildly, was a deep guilt and reverence for a long time.
30, alas, not when the "official" when you want to be "official", when the "official" we are difficult to do a good job, this "official" I can also be down "I can still be down to go? 31, finally to me, my heart like fifteen buckets of water - seven up and eight down. 32, her dance is as light as a spring swallow wings, cheerful as a drum beat jumping, looks dashing, beautiful, stretch.
33, I know that every drop in this rain of tears, are not ordinary tears, one by one, are the pearls of friendship that are hard to buy. 34, living in friendship, you will be like a drop of water melts into the sea, a leaf grows in the forest, you will feel that you have a kind of great power.
35, the two of them like fighting roosters, are red in the face, you scolded me a sentence, I scolded you a sentence, full of swear words, who does not let anyone. 36, Hey, how so many people in front? I walked over curiously, it turned out to be a disabled person is painting there.
37, "Humph, count your luck, cheap you!" The "small curler" forced people to pay out 100 yuan of money, but also said these words, and then went away. 38, see the other side of the meaning of no expression, she gradually frowned, face down, finally impatiently waved his hand, coldly said: "This thing, it is very difficult to do it!" 39, "Then the matter is at your service!" He put down his hands, nodded and bowed and retreated, like an eagle foraging for food, proudly walked away.
40, he pinched the card into his hand, staring, gritting his teeth, slowly touching the point with his fingers, looking very nervous. 41, people shouted, carrying buckets, end of the basin, holding a fire extinguisher and a variety of fire-fighting tools, have pounced on the sea of fire, launched a fire-fighting war.
42, If this place is allowed to be flooded with smoke, dust and noise, what will it mean for today's people and for future generations.
43, "Da Xian" a door, and is the water, and incense, and then, not slow in the yellow paper on the drawing of symbols; that symbols drawn cloud is not cloud, smoke is not smoke, people do not look like people, ghosts do not look like ghosts, it is really "ghosts drawing symbols".
4. Rapid arrow Spring rain Dash 茫烟雨 好句 Raindrops are like millions of paratroopers, jumping down from the air and landing safely on the ground.The raindrops joined together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes. When the breeze blew, the rain curtain slanted, like a thin silk running to the grass and walls.
The rain sprinkled down, and the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants condensed with a crystal water droplet. The rain drifted down from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, and the eaves of the house fell in rows of droplets, like beautiful beaded curtains.
It was drizzling outside the window, and the drops of rain seemed to accompany a small dance, and I couldn't help but be seduced by the world outside the window. The raindrops rolled down the stems of the grass, a drop drilled into the soil, and a drop drilled into the mouth of the grass and could not be found.
The raindrops fell on my head and body, I tilted my face upward, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth to taste the drizzle, and at once I felt as if I had grown a lot more under the fine rain. Thunder sounded, the rain is like a broken line of beads continue to fall.
The rain poured down incessantly, and the rainwater flowing down from the eaves gathered into a stream on the street. The rain came down from the sky in a frenzy, and the dark sky looked like it was going to collapse.
The wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, the wind and the rain united to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole heaven and earth were in the midst of rain. The rain, like millions of silver threads floating down from the heavens.
The drizzle, quietly and silently falling, is like the silver threads spat out by countless silkworms. Ten million fine silk, swirling in mid-air, confused and diffuse veil, draped in black oil fields.
The sky rolled to the edge of the mass of dark clouds, a moment of downpour, from the sky. The rain fell from the sky like silk, the raindrops were so small, the rain curtain was so dense, giving the mountains a cicada-like white veil.
The rain is very thin, very sheer, like the willow flakes floating in the spring time. It's like a mist like rain, like rain like fog, and it's a long, long, long, long, long way to go.
Holyday, the raindrops connected to the line, "wow" sound, the rain is like the sky collapsed like the sky pouring down from the sky. In the morning, there was a light rain, and now, although it is clear, the road is still very slippery, both sides of the ground in the fall crops, but to the rain washed the green hills, beads flickering crystal, the air is also with a fresh and moist scent.
The wind rolled with torrential rain like countless whips, and fiercely to the glass windows. Just see the North Sea angry waves rolling, roaring and rushing.
The sudden rain hit the ground, rain and water splash, confused eddy. Autumn rain, like smoke and mist, noiselessly sprinkled in the rubble pile on the open space, on the dead leaves, wet the ground, wet the room, wet the tree.
Spring rain, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally. Autumn rain is like a sky full of shiny pearls, fluttering and waving.
Good paragraph Rain sprinkled from the air to all corners, the raindrops are very much like a crystal clear pearl, nice to see. The raindrops fell from the eaves, walls, and leaves as if they were beads with broken strings, and finally joined together to form water columns.
The wind was whistling and the rain was falling. Nearby, there is not even a single person on the street, white flowers are all water, simply become a flowing river, the top of the first to compete with the opening of the countless water flowers; far away, buildings and trees are blurred.
The wind is caught in the rain stars, as if looking for something on the ground, the east end, the west end of the head banging. As soon as the pedestrians found a shelter, the rain started to fall.
The more the rain fell, the bigger it was, and soon it was like a dipper, and the rain in the air was like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blew, this dense as a waterfall of rain was blown by the wind like smoke, like fog, like dust. Bean droplets of rain fell on the ground, splashing water, the water as a small fountain.
When the water splashed on the ground, it turned into a small bubble, and the small bubble looked like a transparent hat. Look carefully at the process of the rain into a small hat, it is really interesting! Rain is even bigger, the roof, the street, splashed with a layer of white rain mist, like a misty white veil.
At this time, a gust of wind blowing over, the white veil curls away, the rain hit the street on the water, stirring up a splash. Suddenly a north wind blew, a dark cloud from the northern sky rushed over, also mixed with a lightning, a burst of thunder.
In an instant, the wind gusted and dark clouds filled the sky, followed by bean-sized raindrops that beat down from the sky, snapping the windows. Another thunderbolt was deafening.
? raindrops connected to the line, wow, the heavy rain is like a collapse of the sky like the sky tilted down from the sky. By: vermouth mourning 2006-9-10 21:19 Reply to this statement -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 Good Sentences Describing Rain Late one night. It was cloudy, loud thunder followed one another, and lightning flashed across the sky.
The wind, blowing hard, made the branches of the trees click and click and click, and in a moment the rain fell. On Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in front of the window doing my homework.
The room seemed particularly stuffy. Suddenly.
The sky darkened, a gust of wind blew, it was going to rain. I quickly closed the window tightly.
A moment later, thick raindrops fell, hitting the glass window blazing. The rain got heavier and heavier.
I looked out through the glass window, and the sky and the earth looked like an immensely wide curtain of beads, misty. The rain fell on the roof tiles across the street, splashing a splash, like a layer of thin smoke shrouding the roof.
The rain ran down the eaves of the house, at first like broken beads, and gradually joined into a line. The water on the ground became more and more, merging into a small stream.
What a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the big field must be gulping and drinking. I can see the rain flowing into the ground, into the orchard, into the hearts of people.
The clouds parted and the rain stopped. The sun lit up the earth.
I pushed open the window and a fresh scent of earth greeted me. The air was as fresh as if it had been filtered.
The poplars and willows outside the window, washed by the rain, stretching branches and spreading leaves, green and shiny, beautiful. Rain, from the dark air down, the coldness of this enveloped the city where we live. In the morning, from the empty.
6. write things, people, scenes, activities of good words and good sentences (words: 20) (sentence: 10 sentences) urgentlyGood words School School building Classroom Playground Runway Quiet Ruckus Noisy Noisy Clean Clean Clean Clean Clean Joyful Playing Doing exercises Playground Athletic field Athletic field Green Quiet Quiet vitality Vigorous Vitality Vitality Vigorous Spring Garden Sprinkled with sunshine People's voices boisterous Books catching up Lively Dropping Willows, Woodland lane You chasing me Laughter The environment is elegant and fragrant, the scenery is fascinating, and we are thriving, and we are growing up in groups of three to five, lively and joyful, and we are singing songs, and we are growing up here.
As we walked into the classroom, the fog rolled in from the window, making the classroom look like a big steamer. Spring makes the earth new, spring gives the school full of spring color, spring gives us joy and hope, urging us to move forward.
The campus has a fascinating four seasons: peach and willow green spring, flowers and leaves in the summer, maple red chrysanthemum incense in the fall, pine green and snow white winter. The four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, the brand-new classrooms and meeting rooms stand inside the barrier-like wall, and the small and exquisite communication room guards the west side of the gate.
In the middle courtyard of the school there is a diamond-shaped goldfish pond, which has many small red goldfish, they are chasing and playing in the clear water. Describe the good words and sentences of high mountains Good words High mountains 群山 qishan 荒山 slopes 山林 千山一碧 万山丛中 千姿百态 山石壮胆 山明水秀 山清水秀 山高树茂 谷下有谷 青山绿水 青海青山 峰上有峰 清逸秀丽 寸草不生聳立云霄 云雾缠缠 奇峰耸立 巍然屹屹 standing 山势雄伟 群山簇立 千山万岭 好句 The mountains exposed to the clouds seem to be islands like a cluster and a smear of suspensions.
The mountains around us are like islands, suspended like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks, layers and layers.
The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Hill, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravines were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the remaining light across the light. Describing Autumn Good Words Good Sentences Good Paragraphs Unknown Good Words Autumn Autumn Equinox Autumn Mid-Autumn Autumn Color Autumn Harvest Autumn Rain Autumn Fruit Autumn Frost Twilight Autumn Autumn Wild Early Autumn Late Autumn Golden Autumn Autumn Autumn Day Autumn High Heights Autumn Rain Autumn Season Autumn Wind Sleek Autumn Wind Sending Sharpness Dyeing of Layers of Forests Sky High and Cloudy Autumn Clouds and Winter Coming Chrysanthemums Ascending High Withered Branches and Failing Leaves Autumn Grasses Withered and Yellow Gui Flower Flower Fragrant Autumn Heat as Morning Mid-Autumn Moon Viewing Good Sentences Autumn's beauty is mature - it is not as shy as spring, as frank as summer, and as introverted as winter. It is not as shy as spring, as open as summer, and as introverted as winter.
The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as charming as spring, as hot as summer, as subtle as winter. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, as charming as winter.
The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating and languid. Describe the good words and sentences of high mountains Good words High mountains 群山 qishan 荒山 slopes 山林 千山一碧 万山丛中 千姿百态 山石壮胆 山明水秀 山清水秀 山高树茂 谷下有谷谷 青山绿水 青海青山 峰上有峰 清逸秀丽 寸草不生聳立云霄 云雾缠绕 奇峰耸立 巍然屹立 山势雄伟 群山簇立 千山万岭 好句 The mountains exposed to the clouds seem to be like an island like a tuft of a smear of the suspension.
The mountains around us are like islands, suspended like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks, layers and layers.
The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Hill, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravines were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain is like a shy maiden, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light. Describe the tides of the good words and sentences good paragraph Anonymous Good words sea tide sea wave ebb tide river tide night tide tide tide tide sound wind wild sea tsunami water and sky meet shocking waves waves beat the reef waves surging seated on the ground and rolled rushing tumbling Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Roaming river boiling wave ten thousand hectares sound like a golden drum water splash flying 亘如山齿 奔腾叫嚣 rumbling sound like thunder air as fine rain Good sentences sea tide like the team of the charge, drumming, shouting, desperately rushing to the beach.
The tide was several feet high, and it came in a rush. The crazy tidal flood is full of frightening horror and inscrutable mystery.
The tidal wave, like a huge thunderstorm, rolled over the ground like an army of thousands of horses, and ran downstream amidst shouting and hissing. The tide was raging like a demon, churning foam and losing its equilibrium rhythm.
Rapids beat the rocks, ten miles of the coast at the same time golden bells ringing, clanging, very rhythmic. The spring tide is rising, like the sound of pine waves back home, like the sound of a mother calling her daughter.
The dark green sea water, rolled up as high as the walls of the huge waves surging over, the formation is really like a thousand horses galloping to the enemy charge.
The mood, such as the spring breeze gently plucked the strings, such as the evening flowers down the soft waves. When the tide rises or falls, the sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach, like a mother patting the baby to sleep issued by the lullaby.
7. Writing good words and sentences1 If God wants to destroy a person must first make him crazy. But I've been crazy for so long, why doesn't God destroy me.
1If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make them crazy.
3 in this sad and bright March, I from my thin youth and horse, through the violet cordial, through the cottonwood, through the sometimes hidden sadness and happiness and impermanence. 4 Some people will always be engraved in the memory, even if you forget her voice, forget her smile, forget her face, but whenever you think of her that kind of feeling, it will never change 5 The wind blew up like a flower like broken years, and your smile shook shake shake shake, become the most beautiful embellishments of my life on the way to look at the sky, see the snow, look at the seasons of the deep dark shadows 6 I thought that they were going to be quiet and asleep in this summer
It stretches across the whole city. 8 Those balsam fir grow into endless memories along the city's rolling hills.
They stand by the side of the road, in every corner of the city. 9 Standing by the river of memories watching the rocking ferry ferrying silently all year round.
They just quietly paint the dusk and paint the morning. 10 I miss you in the past, I miss the seventeen years old I left on the bicycle, I miss the wind that once stirred up because of a burst of your smile, sandwiched between sadness and joy and a go not in the return of yesterday, vastly through my thin youth.
Bright. The winds of a smile are stirring.
Endless. 11 I saw the mottled deep dark shadows cast by life as it flew past my head, the hourglass turned over and over, and a thousand cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season.
I know another year has passed. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. 12 How to remember it, those things that have not been remembered for a long time.
Those expressions of silence lying quietly on the floating grass. 13 I always think back countless times to those snowy winters, the broken clouds over the city and the sunrise that never appeared.
Your shoulders spread out over a whole summer. I can't see the end of it how I look.
14 That kind of loneliness shapes and shadows. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at you.
The hand is the cloud and the hand is the rain. How do you know I'm not lonely? 15 Those stretches of fire, the temperature cursed every inch of the earth.
The raging tide tumbles up the hot embankment, washes along the way, burns along the way. Who is bound to whom, stubbornly passing on in a lifeline disconnected by a thousand miles.
16 One staggering. Three intersections.
A thousand intersections make up the legend of words that go on and on. No one has ever known anyone's past.
Burying the pale of vows and the green of waiting. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it. 17 other is the underpinning of youth is lonely, or loneliness pervades the entire youth 18 hiding in a certain time, miss a period of time palm prints; hiding in a certain place, miss a stand in the way to stand also stand in the way to go, so that I hang on to the person.
19 Graduation is like a window glass, we have to smash it, and then rub the sharp shards to go through, blood and flesh after the start of a completely different life. 20 Pieces of time like floating cloud-like flow through, our youth single thin shuttle in the blue sky.
21 We are flies on the glass window, the future is bright, the road is not 22 I often laugh, but not often happy 23 I used to be a love to look up at the sky, the pale blue walls of the sky always give me the courage to survive, and now I like the deep night sky, embracing all the darkness and stoicism, and the tears left behind no one to see. 24 Those warm but sad sunset will be our posture cut into sad silhouettes, left inside the air filled with the fragrance of flowers.
25 Re-traveled the road previously traveled. The first thing you need to do is to look at the scenery that you have seen before.
Even the crickets that chirped in the grass ten years ago are still chirping today. I pass by them, by place after place called once upon a time, and soft moss slowly, slowly, grows inside 26 They fly slowly over the tops of our bodies, pulling one white blur after another through the air, crisscrossing the dusky canopy above our heads.
27 Thick, thick, thick rain, they were just forgotten here by me, forgotten in the dead center of time and space, silent, bearing a decade's worth of rain and years of covering. 28 I've traveled countless times in my dreams through that playground you described.
Those huge glass bottles scattered about, full of happy candies. 29 Goldfish like swaying in the sky.
Huge tail fins fanned the even bigger black clouds of the sky. They stirred the air and the whirlwind blurred the eyes.
30 The horizon swings with the swing, so that the remnants of the setting sun repeatedly rise and fall. The dim yellow light in those horizons, in the trajectory of the swing like a seal hammered on the lonely ground, wet reflection, only can not find you.
31 At the time of your departure, time became extraordinary. Sometimes it's very slow, like a movie in slow motion, with everyone smiling or crying at you a thousand times slower.
Sometimes it's like a sudden jump in frames, and it becomes unmanageable. I always have this vision of those huge clock dials, appearing on the ground, those hands ticking at my feet, those sounds in every gap in my concentration. They are reminding me that when you left, it was like you took time with you.
32 Not every effort will be rewarded, but every harvest must be hard, this is an unfair and irreversible proposition . 33 This city does not have the legend of the grass growing and the warblers flying, it always lives inside the reality, the fast drum beat, the hurried figure, the numb eyes, the false smile, and I am being assimilated 34. reference books are the most sought-after printed materials in China except for banknotes.
35 Infinite tenderness in the long time, infinite long time in the tenderness 36 Time is the best healer, more wounds, will disappear into the skin, dissolve into the heart, become the ventricular wall of the beautiful pattern. 37 world events without logic, in the blink of an eye the soft moon halo into a cold sword light, meandering path into a long blood flow, swaying grass into a smear of wandering souls, their own lives have become hanging on the branch of a ripe fruit, shaking. 38 Something, in your heart cracked, a very solid thing, broken in half, accompanied by a short knife in your hand, melted in the blood, melted in the bloody rain, melted in your transparent nature, melted in her feelings of resentment against you. 39 Isn't it pretty when it rains? Even if it drowns all my shoes, my school bag can not escape the invasion of the handwriting being blurred,.