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21.04.2020 09:10
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In the past few days, I have been having the same dream. I dreamed that I was wearing a pair of blue jeans and was running on a green meadow. The warm summer wind was blowing my hair, and the tree was full of beautiful flowers. Flowers, just running in the sun, woke up suddenly, the bright sunlight instantly became the shadow of the pillow, and outside the window, the moonlight still poured quietly, the night was so transparent Cheap Cigarettes. I tried to be strong, but still so fragile. I once promised to be happy, but tears were clearly in my eyes when the corners of my mouth were light. I remember an uncle told me-tomorrow morning the sky will be a new sun. I also often think about what it will be like tomorrow. I just live the same life every day along the rounds of time: learning English for one hour in the morning, Chinese for another hour, playing harmonica for a while, and practicing for a while The electronic organ ended this morning. In the afternoon, I started to study mathematics again, and then read extracurricular books. The sun in the sky is still the sun of yesterday, and my life will still have nothing new. Sometimes, I will stand by the window, looking at the birds flying in the air, looking at the white clouds drifting past, I envy their freedom, I long for the endless sky. Occasionally, a colorful butterfly will fly to the flower by the window, it will make me feel very happy in the silence. I quietly admire its beauty, its dancing posture, for fear of making a sound, it will alarm this beautiful elf. In the past few days, many uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters have come to my blog, wishing me a happy "June 1". When I was moved, I found out that the "me" festival is coming. Last night my mother asked me: "Jia Feng," June 1 ", what gift do you want? Hurry up! No matter what you want, my mother will promise you." I answered without thinking: "I want to be healthy." Suddenly , I saw tears flashing in my mother's eyes. Uncle Chang Xiao left a message to tell me that he said my holiday is here and asked me what I like, and he will give me a gift. In fact, this blessing, this thought is the best gift. Today, I saw an article in the blog of my classmates-"Zi Xin, you will never be alone" Marlboro Red, Wang Yan wrote in the text: Shuangyang Primary School has a quiet seat in its five-year class Marlboro Cigarettes, its The host-Zheng Zixin. The empty seat was dirty, some people wiped it; crooked, some people put it, but no one went to sit. Because the classmates and teacher Li have never forgotten you-Zixin! Zixin, you always say you are alone. But, you are wrong, you are never alone! Everyone in the class is thinking of you, Fan Hailing, Wu Xueting, Li Xiang ... and Wang Chunran in class four! We will always talk to you when chatting between classes. Why did you publish those articles again, how is your body, when can you come to school? When I read this, my tears couldn't help but shed. I want to become a free bird, and I want to be a carefree tree. I suddenly understand why I have the same dream every night, and I dream of running and flying like an angel. Because of longing, because of dreams Today, in the summer sunshine festival, I am crying, because I am moved, because I am not alone, because of this world |
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