There is an umbrella the rain held for a long time, and refused to take it away when the rain stopped. There is a bouquet of flowers that smells for a long time, and refuses to throw it away when it withers. There is a kind of friendship, hope to forever. Even if the green silk becomes white hair, it can still be kept in the heart. This classic text read again, or will make my heart stirred up the flower fire, point of warmth and splendor of life all the way to the good. Walking on the road of life, will experience a lot of things, met many people, during which I want to be close to the people and want to be close to me, and people and people's interactions is the process of constant renewal and alternation of things. Thus, there are many people say that fate, meet is fate, meet is fate, acquaintance is also fate. Treat each other honestly, cherish that understanding of the beauty of the edge, grasp that precious good karma, with the heart to feel the edge to bring me a good feeling, feel a margin of the process of the splendor of the edge of the edge to go, feel the experience of this life mileage.
Whether flowers blossom or fade, the edge will leave traces in my heart, as the song sung "meet is a song". You once said to me: meeting is a song, the eyes are the sea of spring, youth is the green river, meeting is a song, peer is you and I, the heart is the young sun, sincere and also lively,......You once said to me: meeting is a song, respectively, tomorrow's road, the thoughts are also fire fire, the heart is the everlasting strings, firm and also persistent ...... The charm of the lyrics lies in the real life infectious, friends and edge walk on the road of my life.
In fact, the process of life is a kind of edge to edge walking process. On the road of life, I grow, I experience, I dashing, I mature, all the way along with the footsteps of the years to walk, gradually understand the meaning of life, slowly know the value of life, but also gradually understand the true purpose of life. In the long river of time, the footprints of growth throughout the stormy road of life, the years as the sea, friendship as a song, the journey of life, I touched every edge of the near, a brief message of greeting, a cordial telephone conversation, a lively expression of the send, a light song, a beautiful and fresh pictures of the scenery, are so let me move, emotionally edge of the beautiful, touched by the warmth and warmth of the friendship.
Friends of the friendship is like this cup of rich and fragrant coffee, in taste, in brewing, I will often in a warm afternoon, a person sitting alone quietly at the table, savoring the richness of the coffee, remembering the friend of the drop, listening to the music in the ear from time to time to let the thought of sparks wandering in the friend of the living space, friendship is like a cup of coffee, slowly will be the warmth of the flavor of the flavor back to the imagination! With a friend to meet together in an elegant coffee house, together with coffee listening to the pure music melody scene ......
Life on the road, because there are you, because there is me, because there is every edge to bring me a sense of heartfelt happiness, life has become beautiful and sunny. Whenever I hear the song "Meeting is a song", will recall the friendship of friends, there is a kind of light warmth on the influx of the whole body. The interaction of friends does not lie in the distance, the feeling of friendship does not lie in the material give. With me: "the beauty of friends only lies in the warmth of the feeling felt between each other, the kind of heart and soul **** moving." Only because I still have such a touch, life will be as gorgeous as a beautiful flower, only because of the friendship of friends, life's blossom will be dazzlingly bright.
Lonely time, look up to the sky, I will think of friends, lonely moment, bowed head, I will think of friends; sad time, sad tears, I will think of friends; pain moment, melancholy helpless, I will think of friends; happy time, laugh, I will think of friends; happy moment, smile and stare, I will think of friends. So, the life of the touching ties in the friendship of friends, the thoughts between the heart hanging in the friendship of friends, light miss up is a friend of you, light hang up is a friend of you, light warmth will be the light of the friendship of the lights, warmly illuminate the journey of this life, have a friend's life is no longer alone, have a life of friendship is not lonely, have a life of friendship is not lonely, have a life of friendship is not lonely. On the road of life, I feel the good feeling of having friends, but also in the heart taste the warm feeling of having friends friendship care, meet is a song, the singer is you and I, life on the road with each other firm persistence, touched, thank you, thankful, emotionally roaming the road of life - the years such as the sea, friendship as a song!
(2) Freedom, what I need most
"I'm a little tiny bird, want to fly can't fly high ......" A person, a house, silently listening to Ren Xianqi's "I'm a little tiny bird", the heart can't help but generalize: I, I'm not a little tiny bird, I'm not a little tiny bird. I'm not a little bird," he said. Looking at the blue sky, the sea, the birds smile at me, the fish spit bubbles at me. I can't help but sigh: when can I have that space?
"Come on, come on, you're a pig, a Happy drop pig ......" 6 o'clock, the annoying alarm clock sound. Oh, my god! Today, it's "Black Sunday" again (because every Sunday, you have to do a day of practice, that is, I was honored as "Black Sunday"). Children, immediately after dinner to do homework, mom bought for you English weekly newspaper, math "Cup of Hope", the language of the whole solution ...... limited to one day to finish, come back to check. "Bang!" With a door slamming, mom went out, I'm sad, I'm sad, why only value the results, why not feel my mood? Bar, bar, bar, time passes by, while the exercises on the table are like grains of rice, can't finish them.
"Clang!" The door opened and my mom came back, signaling that I was going to have a full meal of "bamboo shoots with shredded pork". That night, I did suffer. My tears drifted with the wind and crashed with the waves. I had tears in my eyes and blood in my heart.
On the other hand, I was looking at the world outside through the window. Oh, how wonderful. The red flowers were dancing in the breeze, showing off their own dance; the tender green grass was drilling out of the soil, appearing to be "resolute and unyielding". Listen, lacewing singing, crickets playing the piano, seems to be in the opening of a joyful march ...... look at, my heart is also with the move up, but also can only imagine and can not be realized.
No, I am not willing, I am a child, I need freedom, I need the space of joy. I'm not a caged bird, at this moment, I made a bold idea, no matter how the end, open the cage door, opened the wings of the pair of soaring, "rebellious" to fly to the embrace of the sky ......