There is an umbrella, which has been raining for a long time, but it still refuses to accept the rain. There is a bunch of flowers that will not be thrown away after smelling for a long time. There is a friendship that I hope will last forever. Even if the hair turns white, it can still stay in my heart. Reading this classic text again will still arouse my heart's treasure of the fate of fireworks and a little warmth and brilliance along the way. Walking on the road of life, I will experience many things and meet many people, including those I want to be close to and those I want to be close to, and the interaction between people is the process of things constantly updating and alternating. So, there is what many people call fate. Meeting is fate, meeting is fate, and acquaintance is fate. Be honest with each other, cherish the beautiful fate of understanding, grasp the precious beautiful fate, feel the beautiful feeling brought by fate, feel the brilliance of the fate process, and feel the experience in this life mileage.
No matter whether flowers bloom or fall, fate will leave traces in my heart, just like the song "Meeting is a Song" sings. You once said to me: Meeting is a song, eyes are the sea of spring, youth is the green river, meeting is a song, peers are you and me, heart is the young sun, sincere and lively, ... You once said to me: Meeting is a song, respectively the road of tomorrow, missing is also a fire, and heart is an eternal string, firm and persistent ... The charm of lyrics lies in the true appeal to life, friends and friends.
In fact, the process of life is a walking process of fate. On the road of life, I grew up, experienced, chic and mature. As I walked along with the years, I gradually understood the meaning, value and real purpose of life. In the long river of time, the footprints of growth are all over the stormy road of life. Years are like the sea and friendship is like a song. In the journey of life, every time I approach, I am moved. A short greeting message, a cordial telephone conversation, a lively expression, a brisk song and a beautiful and fresh landscape picture all move me, making me feel the beauty of fate and the warmth of friendship.
The friendship of friends is like this cup of rich and fragrant coffee, which lies in the taste and brewing. I often sit quietly at my desk alone on a warm afternoon, savoring the richness of coffee, thinking about my friends' dribs and drabs, listening to music in my ear, and often letting the spark of thought wander in my friends' living space. Friendship is like this cup of coffee, slowly savoring the warm fragrance, imagining meeting a friend in an elegant coffee shop and drinking coffee and listening together.
On the road of life, because of you, because of me, because of the happiness that every fate brings me, life becomes beautiful and sunny. Every time I hear the song "Meeting is a Song", I will think of the friendship between friends, and a faint warmth will fill my whole body. The communication between friends does not lie in distance, and the feeling of friendship does not lie in material giving. For me, "the beauty of friends lies only in their warm feelings towards each other, and their hearts and souls are moved." Only because I am so moved, life will be as beautiful as a flower, and only because of the friendship of friends will the flowers of life be dazzling.
When I am lonely, I will think of my friends when I look up at the sky. When you are lonely, you will think of your friends when you bow your head and say nothing. When I am sad, I will think of my friends when I cry. When I am in pain, when I am depressed and helpless, I will think of my friends; When I am happy, I will laugh and think of my friends. Happy moments, smiles and stares will remind me of my friends. Therefore, the touch in life is tied to the friendship of friends, and the thoughts between hearts are tied to the friendship of friends, vaguely remembering that you are friends and vaguely caring about friends. A touch of warmth lights up friendship and shines warmly on this journey of life. Life with friends is no longer lonely, life with friendship is not lonely, and life with friendship is not lonely. On the road of life, I feel the good feeling of having friends with my heart, and I also feel the warm feeling of having friends with my heart and caring. Meeting is a song, sung by you and me. On the road of life, we are firm and persistent, moved and grateful, grateful and emotional. On the long road of life, years are like the sea and friendship is like a song!
(2) Freedom is what I need most.
"I am a bird, I can't fly high if I want to …" A person, a room, silently listening to Richie Jen's I am a bird, can't help feeling: I am not a bird? Looking at the blue sky and the vast sea, birds smile at me and fish spit at me. I can't help but sigh: when can I have that space?
"Come on, you are a pig, happy pig …" At 6 o'clock, the annoying alarm clock rang. Oh, my God! Today is "Black Sunday" again (it is honored as "Black Sunday" because you have to do a day's practice every Sunday). Son, do your homework immediately after dinner. Mom bought you an English weekly, a math "Hope Cup" and a complete set of Chinese solutions ... within a limited time, come back and check. "bang!" With a door ringing, my mother went out, and I was very sad. I am sad. Why only pay attention to my grades? Why can't you feel my mood? Tick-tock, tick-tock, time goes by, but the exercises on the table are like rice grains, which can't be finished.
"moo!" The door opened and my mother came back, which also indicated that I was going to have a big "fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots". That night, I was really flesh and blood. My tears float with the wind and impact with the waves. I have tears in my eyes and blood in my heart.
Looking at the outside world through the window, oh, how wonderful, red flowers are dancing in the breeze, showing their own dance; The light green grass emerged from the soil and looked "resolute and unyielding". Listen, the oil fly is singing in a low voice, the cricket is playing the piano, and it seems to be playing a happy March ... Watching it, my heart moves with it, but it can only be a dream but it can't be realized.
No I don't. I am a child. I need freedom. I need a happy space. I am not a caged bird. At this time, I had a bold idea. No matter what the outcome is, I opened the door of the cage, spread my soaring wings and flew "rebelliously" to the embrace of the sky. ...