Splendor

In the Lonely summer, a few idle floating clouds slowly floated in the sky, drunk the wind that wandered occasionally. Summer is like a beautiful woman who soothes the dance sleeves, with the rhythm of no illness, charming and graceful, and unique elegance. The messy sound of decoration, shouting and passers-by’s conversation came out of the window, which disturbed people’s mind. However, it is such an ordinary summer that has a different meaning to me. Because after this summer, I will finish 12 years of basic study and step into the gate of university. I will leave home, leave the shelter of my parents, start another life, pursue my dream and dance to the end of the world. Looking back, looking at those distant fingertips, it was also really fantastic, just passing me gently, turning into ashes, drifting away in the wind, like the snow petals in my hands, I could not retain them after all. When you wake up in the night, you will also feel lost. Maybe you have to count how many flowers you know in your dream. You gently sigh a sentence and suddenly remember that you are old now, greedy for a good dream, and forget Handan Road at a loss. Flying Flowers are like dreams, thinking about rain is like sorrow, looking back, the past is like dreams. Maybe in the past, there were tears, joy, failure and success. However, everything has become the past, hidden in my footprints along the way, or turned into passing clouds. Only when I look back can I feel sad. This summer, from college entrance examination to examination results, from application to admission. Tension, pain, anxiety and expectation accompanied me in this hot summer. The wind blows away, and everything will finally be relieved. One day, I will drift in the vast sea of people, shuttle back and forth in the bustling wine, and overlook the wandering or climbing me through the dream-like red dust, straight to the Water Moon Mirror flower in my dream, just enjoy the butterfly dance all over the world. Who is coughing lightly, waking up my youth and ignorance. Yesterday’s hard work became a piece of flying sand in my memory, flying to my time like water. The hardship of tomorrow, without fear, will always become the Flying Flowers in the dream in the future. This summer, when the sun is shining, the sun is scorching and the East Wind is smiling, pouring passion into others’ hearts. This summer, it was raining heavily, with a smile on the city and a smile on the country, adding a little fragrance to the forest and vegetation. This summer, I would like to turn into a colorful butterfly and sing freely in the end of the world. Dance lightly with the wind as the dancing partner, the stream as the Mirror, the willow branch as the plain piano, and the rainbow as the neon dress. The butterfly dance attracts rosy clouds, and the light smoke and flowing water reflect the elegance. The Morning Star gathers at night with the bright moon, and the flowers painted in the dream also come from flowers. In this lonely summer, my hands gently knocked on the keyboard, calling one by one the text elves to the front of the screen to commemorate my past years. Finally, with an affectionate smile, draw an end for my distant ignorant youth. Praise on July 30th, 2009 (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring

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