Look up

Looking up at the starry sky and looking at the stars, we can’t help imagining: thinking about the ancient legend; Thinking about the brilliance in the boundless interstellar space; Thinking about the mystery of the universe. Looking up at the starry sky, we will always look forward to it involuntarily, looking forward to a shining meteor across the sky and placing all our hopes. Knowing that it is just a legend, however, no matter how unbelievable it is, we always believe involuntarily in the meditation: We believe that at that moment, we will spread our good wishes; believe that at that moment, the flowers of happiness will bloom eventually; Believe that at that moment, all sadness will be wiped away. Looking up at the starry sky, I always want to ask: What is happiness behind the beauty? Or aloof? The colors in the Starlight are always soft. Perhaps, warm the injured heart unconsciously or deliberately. However, in that perfect appearance, there was always a trace of desolation passing. Behind the dazzling, there will always be too much loneliness; Behind the perfect, there are always some shortcomings hidden. This is the sadness of starry sky. Looking up at the starry sky, we can’t restrain the flow of our inner emotions, either calm, passionate or depressed. It always gently evokes our memories in subtle ways. Recalling the sweet, bitter, bitter and salty things I once had, I always had a special taste in my heart. Looking up at the starry sky, there will always be a happy picture of happiness in the future inexplicably. Perhaps, it is just a kind of extravagant hope, a kind of fantasy given by stars. However, at least we used to look forward to our future and imagine our whole life. Looking up at the starry sky, we always have too many emotions. The beauty passed by, the emotion passed by, and the beautiful future…… I always shine my unique light gently. The beauty passing by, the pride passing by, passed away in a flash, leaving only a hint of aftertaste for us to savor carefully; The past we passed by and the story we missed have become the past, only a little regret is left to cry; The lighthouse of the future, the happiness of tomorrow, from here on, let the popularity guide us. Looking up at the starry sky, in the boundless starry sky, our thoughts are thousands of miles away. Let’s all quietly watch our own starry sky. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…