The essay article 1 "composition class" appeared on Tuesday's class schedule, with two sections. The villain keeps asking: what is composition? What should I do in the composition class? Full of worries.
Zhang held a stack of books and showed them one by one: this is a special draft paper for white paper, and this is a checkered composition book. Which one should I use, teacher? A face of serious little nervous.
Lou always talks like setting off firecrackers. When answering him, he usually interjects: Do you want to write the composition and copy it again? Why else should we prepare two books?
What's the ingredient? What is the composition class for? How to write a composition? Children are really born philosophers, asking questions like Xiao Li's flying knife, and hitting the fatal place with his unique skill. I thought to myself: the answer must be understated and relaxed. Although writing a composition is something that many people are afraid of, and it is also the most important part of Chinese, fatally, it will occupy an increasing share in future exams. In my experience, the most important thing in writing a composition is "not afraid". I can't write well, but I'm not afraid. It says that quantitative change will cause qualitative change, maybe.
So, first of all, I'm not afraid. Forget about liking it. There is no love for no reason in the world. Really like something, should be based on understanding and familiarity. Composition, commonly known as "squeezing the text", has no beautiful appearance that makes people fall in love at first sight. How can children be expected to fall in love with it? What's more, my parents or relatives and friends around me have long had teaching experience: grade three is terrible, so I have to write a composition! It's strange that you can write a composition without knowing anything. What's more, in front of the children, "I have a headache when I talk about composition" and "everything is good, but I can't write the composition, otherwise I will go to a famous university this morning, which is not the case."
What's the ingredient? Stepmother, burden or nightmare? What is passed on to children is vague fear and worry. In this state of mind, teachers try their best to carry out various activities in class. Eventually, children will see through "those who want to write a composition" and they can't dispel the preconceived shadow of fear. When it comes to writing, they feel nervous and find it difficult. The "military forces" have not moved, so worry first.
No one can replace the feelings of others, especially children. The ancients said "don't bully poor teenagers", which means that children's development potential is unlimited, especially in composition. Using one's own experience to compare children's learning ability, the so-called "subtle influence" will make children unconsciously develop in the direction of worrying. You are not sure, so don't attack.
"I can't understand what I wrote." "There are many typos and a laundry list." "I have been writing for a long time, just a few words." "Then who writes so well in your class? Isn't it taught by the same teacher? " "What's the use of reading so many books? I still can't write! " Every sentence is a dagger, stabbing the child's poetic heart with holes and losing confidence.
"The composition is not difficult." In class, I don't care. "Composition, that is, we practice writing almost every day in the second grade, only in a special notebook. And now, there are two classes to talk about, one for you and the other for me. Just write down what everyone says in order. "
The tight face seems a little loose. I'm not lying to you, son. Writing is talking, just using a pen. What you see, hear and think is "writing". What you see in your eyes and what you have in your heart, you write it out. How can I write what I see? Let others see it and feel the same way with you?
Read the second lesson "Learn to look up a wordless dictionary". I like the starting point of this text very much, especially telling children what is "generalization" and "concreteness", "prosaic" and "vividness" in simple terms. The theme of the first composition class is coming. You can find it from my side. I am the most familiar and experienced.
Attend the flag-raising ceremony in the playground in the morning. It's too hot. Say "hot" first. Only this word can appear in the title, and don't mention the process once. In what ways can people feel hot?
The sun. Xiao Ming provided "insidious" and provocative. Some children said that "the sun is shining in the sky", and someone immediately objected: this is not a wordless dictionary. So how do you say, let people understand that it is "the hot sun is in the sky"? For example, "sunshine is like countless poisonous needles" and "the sun is a huge burning coal".
Gu Ziyin said, "There are ten suns in the sky. Please shoot some from the back. " That's great. I didn't expect rumors. As soon as he said it, everyone's ideas were broadened.
Sweating. I said "sweating like rain", "sweating like rain" and "sweating like rain", and then it was gone. With the word "sweat gushes from the pores, first from the forehead, then to the cheeks, then to the chin, and finally to the clothes", many children learn to say this scene at once, like a close-up in slow motion. And so on, "Sweat soaked my clothes." So what did you do? What's the action? What about the students? How do they talk about the weather? What are you thinking about?
Drink water. Drinking water slowly at ordinary times is enjoyment. What about today? I feel that the cup is too small and too far from the faucet.
What about plants? What about animals?
So lively! The quiet children listened with relish, and almost everyone's speech could be recorded. Witty words often forget their own brilliance, which was picked up by others and written by themselves. They often refuse to be like others. In one class, most children have finished two thirds, and more than a dozen have finished. They will continue to finish and review in the evening.
The composition requires detailed information: "take" heat "as the topic, and the full text focuses on" heat "and describes it from four aspects.
1, sun.
2. Sweat flowing out describes the feeling of sweat flowing out in detail. For example, the sentence "Sweat keeps pouring out of my pores, dripping one by one, slowly sliding from my forehead to my cheeks, then flowing to my chin, dripping on my clothes like rain, and my clothes are all wet. I fell to the ground and the ground was wet. " Write down the feeling of clothes and hair sticking to your body.
3. Students' actions: blowing, fanning, constantly pulling clothes, eager to drink water and complaining about the weather.
4. Changes in plants, animals, wind ... under the scorching sun. I have practiced oral English in the composition class at school, and some students have finished the first draft. Please read aloud according to the requirements of the composition and revise it at night, so that the language is fluent, there are no typos, the revised symbols can be used and the handwriting is neat. It is better to make full use of the sentences spoken by teachers and classmates and let yourself have your own ideas.
Writing is not a strange thing for the children in our class. Please keep a normal mind, don't talk about writing in front of children, it will cause fear. Just take it step by step. "
They finished the draft, and then the teacher's business: correcting it. A thick stack, each with its own beauty. Look at the handwriting first, the words are fresh and beautiful, and they are comfortable to read. I am willing to read first and change a few more strokes. Sloppy, I also learn "Lu Xun haircut", scrawled. Only when people say "writing is like a person" and "writing is like a person" can they start writing. First of all, we should pay attention to writing, which is a matter of attitude.
He can't think of words, teach him; Teach him sentences that he can't write; Where he is not fluent, correct it and try not to delete it. His words are all in sequence. Only one thing that the teacher corrected, you should read it out loud and remember it, in order to become your own.
A few months old baby can't recite poems, and a third-grade child can't write thousands of words. Don't just look at the number of words, see if he has anything to write, see if he wants to write, and see if he can write fluently. Under the guidance and reminder of the teacher, tell it vividly from several aspects to see if he can write independently every time he writes, and he will write similar topics without teaching in the future.
Children learn to write compositions, just like babbling in those days. Parents can't teach word by word. The child didn't know what to say, but the whole family felt really good, smiling, cheering loudly and sincerely. Stumbling, stumbling and sometimes falling, occasionally taking a few steps steadily, the whole family cheered and said to everyone. Isn't the beginning of composition learning to "speak" and "walk" with a pen? Look at the newborn's eyes and the child's words!
Composition is as simple as that, starting from the bottom of my heart, starting from simplicity, pure natural and unpretentious.
Children are born poets. They have a very rich little world. You can't walk in, but please don't say no and don't believe it exists.
How many beautiful cheeks have you crushed in autumn, leaving only a wrinkled and rough face. How sad and painful you are! I don't know how a little girl should choose between pain and happiness. But I know that you still gave her a chance to be happy.
On a road full of maple leaves, there is a little girl in the distance, whose beautiful hair flutters with the wind, like a willow tree on a small bridge in Jiangnan water town. Its beautiful wicker flutters with the wind, which is a beautiful scenery. How can such a poem not let the poet praise it?
When people look at her carefully, the footsteps are heavy and surprising. At first glance, people at the bottom of a society are picking up junk one by one. Soon after seeing her, people's tears began to fall like rain. She had only one hand and was mercilessly abandoned by her parents. What a blow to the little girl! But she escaped from the shadow hell of her broken heart, and she can still live strong. Many people will hold her only hand and want to take her home. Her hand struggled out of others' and smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'll do it myself." Many people will turn around and lower their heads, wondering why they can't take her home. Looking at the little girl's rags and only hand, it goes without saying that she must be a miserable orphan. She didn't give up her thirst for knowledge. Every day, whenever she has time, she will go to school, squat at the window and listen to the kind teacher's rich knowledge. How fascinated she is with knowledge is thousands of times stronger than watching the beautiful scenery in fairyland and listening to A, B, C and so on to spend this wonderful time.
Bang, a shiny snow coin fell in front of the little girl. She didn't pick it up. She thinks she is not a beggar and doesn't need other people's pity. The autumn winds in the south and north messed up the little girl's beautiful hair, which was blown to pieces. The golden leaves fluttered in the wind like a boat and slowly fell on the little girl's shoulder. It's already sunset, and different colors in the sky are interlaced, deep red and light yellow. With beautiful white clouds, isn't that a beautiful sunset picture? Isn't it more beautiful to have a beautiful sunset and autumn wind? Such beautiful scenery, such beautiful scenery, are scattered all over the world. To the little girl, give her strong, confident and independent qualities. This beautiful little girl, if I were a poet, I would definitely write a unique, beautiful, brilliant and brilliant poem for her! If I were a musician, I would definitely sit at the piano and play the most beautiful music in the world for her! If I were a painter, I would definitely draw an unprecedented, most beautiful and artistic painting. Send her a photo of a strong man with two hands to express my admiration for her.
Watching the little girl go home, I believe that one day, her efforts will change everything she is now!
Sad, miserable orphan-the little girl can live by herself now through her own efforts. She doesn't have any complaints. She must feel happier than anyone now. Autumn! You gave her a chance, and now she has succeeded. Say you are sad and painful, but you are still beautiful.
A friend of a gentleman is different when he is different. Big waves wash sand and little hatred.
Where can I find a bosom friend in the end of the world?
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Looking at the road of life, I am filled with the quiet joy in my heart, chasing the lingering of blue sky and white clouds from the old days, looking for the attachment of green mountains and green waters, and stumbling through every inch of warm countryside along the way. In this way, a person, listening to the wind singing wandering songs, watching the snow bloom with white flowers.
Along the corridor of years, step by step through every sunrise and sunset in youth. Along the way, I listened to operas, sang songs, watched spring rain and autumn frost, spent the golden years, and experienced the warmth of human feelings and the coldness of the world. However, it may be that the pace of time goes too fast. When I was still in the past dusk, time had passed the dawn of running water. From time to time, it's like a little rain in my heart, ticking and surging, but no one shares this vicissitudes of romance.
I think, if loneliness is a long forgotten river, then loneliness is a Wang Yang with amnesia. So, we are just a drop in the ocean. Just like some things, once they are over, they are destined to become stories. In life, it is precisely because of this that the story will become more exciting because of the entry of some people; Similarly, it is precisely because of this that the story will become unusual because someone quits. It's like, the saddest thing in the world is not that no one sees you cry when you cry, but that you smile happily but no one shares your happiness. This unspeakable bitterness, you know, I know, and he knows it, but one person is missing.
Although, a person's life is very free and relaxed, a person's sky is very blue and vast. Just like a one-man show, I always want to have enough space to perform. However, after an impromptu performance, there was no encouraging applause except silence. At that moment, I understood that an actor with the best acting skills also needs the support of the audience.
As before, Boya was lonely. Because no one can understand Boya's piano sound, he plays day and night. Although people praise Boya's superb skills and helplessness, no one can understand the voice in the voice. Later, the appearance of the sub-period made Boya know what a bosom friend is. Therefore, a song "Mountain Flowing Water" has become an eternal swan song! No one can understand Boya's heart since the hippo chef died. To this end, Boya broke the piano and the string ... In fact, Boya's sadness, I understand, I really understand. Just sigh: "It is enough to have a bosom friend in life." Just, man, who is my bosom friend?
They say flowers are beautiful, but flowers cry? In fact, I know, I always know, I understand the bitterness of "flowers bloom all over the sky, fragrance disappears and no one has mercy"; I understand the helplessness of "although the world is big, it is hard to find a bosom friend"; I understand, understand the loneliness of "slow and reluctant, I have waited day after day, until now I have to leave"; I understand, understand the loneliness of "gold is easy to get, but bosom friends are hard to find"; I know, I know the lament that "if you want to make friends with Yao Qinxin, there are few bosom friends, but who will listen to the broken string?" ...
It's like, no one has seen me cry, and it doesn't matter if I'm sad. However, living in reality, I always dream, naturally intoxicated in countless dreams. However, every time I wake up from my dream, I leave a trace of bitterness, but no one listens to me to tell the faint sadness. This sadness naturally breaks my heart. But I don't know, who can understand my desire to sue in the world of mortals?
In a materialistic metropolis, in a society full of intrigue, I live quietly. Don't seek great wealth, great wealth, earth-shattering, fame and history. I just want a bosom friend, and this life is enough! I only wish to gallop with me and sing a song about wine with me. I will not change for you in this life, and I will be enthusiastic about you ... If so, life will be a legend to me.
I think, therefore I worry, and I do, therefore I seek. That's it, one person and one heart. I walked all the way and watched all the way. Look at the cool breeze and bright moon and dream of falling out of the water. In the vast sea of people, stop and go, watch and watch. Looking back occasionally, perhaps, at the light fence, there will eventually be a bosom friend who understands me and sings a wonderful life for me.
Composition Composition 4 Spring has come, where is it? It's a sunny day, and the spring breeze is blowing. We went to nature to find the footprints of spring. You see, spring is in the sky. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the swallows returning from the "winter vacation" in the south are singing the songs of spring and flying freely; Colorful kites, like a butterfly, like an eagle, and like a beautiful woman, dance in the spring air; The spring breeze blowing on the face is so light, so soft and so refreshing. You see, spring is on the grass.
The yellow clothes are changed into new green clothes, and the grass is clustered and piece by piece, like bright green brocade. Occasionally there are a few small wild flowers dotted among them. Isn't this icing on the cake? Look, spring is in full bloom. All kinds of camellias are in full bloom, revealing pink stamens. The green Ye Er is like dripping oil, which makes the blooming flowers more charming and charming. There are golden winter jasmine and rape blossoms, snow-white cherry blossoms and pear blossoms, bright red peach blossoms and azaleas ... which make the earth colorful. You see, spring is on the willow branches. The weeping willows by the lake are already light.
The long bare branches are covered with sharp yellow leaves. When the breeze blows, it is like a girl's braid fluttering in the wind. How chic and comfortable! You see, spring is in clear water.
In the water, groups of fish swim with the waves, and tadpoles like commas look around for their mothers. How cute! On the surface of the water, the duck prophet warms the water by the river, ducks flap their wings and paddle clear waves with their yellow palms, heading for the distance.
You see, spring is also in the hearts of tourists. People who have lived indoors for a long time, outside, some sit by the water and watch leisurely, some stand in front of the flowers and marvel, some walk in the park, and some families enjoy the picturesque spring scenery by boating. The footprints of spring are all over the earth, which makes the earth full of green beautiful and touching, and makes people be elated.
In April, it rained all the time in the south of China.
I like rainy days. I always feel that rainy days bring me a comfort. Leisure. Forget your troubles for a while. Go vent. When it rains, I like listening to some favorite songs and reading some favorite books in my room. Write some words of your own.
My literary talent is not good, really bad. The articles I write are like bookkeeping. Good literary talent requires you to read more books and practice more. There is also the need to think more and observe more, which is what I lack. I am used to Weibo, and I am used to recording my life in a few simple paragraphs. Maybe people are getting lazy now. I used to keep my own diary. I must be getting lazy now and don't want to write any more. Saying that there is no time must be an excuse.
My heart hasn't recovered since I came back from Phoenix. I have been playing a sister in Miao costumes in my mind. He is a boatman on the Tuojiang River. And those bluestone alleys. I like the morning in Phoenix. When the morning sun shone on the Tuojiang River, many local residents began to wash clothes. The morning in Phoenix is completely different from the morning in Shenzhen where I have been living. I like Phoenix Town and how much I don't want to leave. I am not a young woman in literature and art, but I like literature and art a little.
I like those bars by the river. Let's clean them up. I like these different words. All the people who come to Phoenix to play are young people, mostly lovers. They came to Phoenix with love, a poetic town. They came to look for the story of Phoenix and wanted to tell their own story to the town.
A few girlfriends, maybe three or five friends, came to play together, by the river. They are often seen taking photos with passers-by. I came here alone, and I always wanted to travel alone. Carry a bag and a camera and set off. The first stop is Phoenix. A border town I've always wanted to go to. After seeing those pictures on the internet, I thought, I must go before I live.
That night, when Weibo saw Phoenix, he would start collecting tickets after April 10. I quickly forwarded it to Weibo: Phoenix, let me have a look at you before collecting the ticket. I didn't have time to think about it, so I checked the route online. I booked a train ticket and went.
The beauty of the phoenix lies not in its tranquility. The beauty of the phoenix lies in its night view. The beauty of the phoenix has always been in my heart.
Composition Composition 6 is another spring. In this festive Spring Festival, it is the best enjoyment of life to let go of your mood, play your favorite music and have a cup of light green tea with a happy mood.
I love a person sitting quietly on the balcony and feeling the sunshine bath in winter, which is warm and sweet. Holding a cup in my hand, I feel its temperature and fragrance. When I have a cup of tea, I feel a little quiet. I can taste the elegance of tea and a faint state of mind in a person's silence.
In China, tea culture is extensive and profound, and tea is complex and diverse. I prefer chrysanthemum tea. Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum and Zou Ju, Shan Ye. Chrysanthemum fragrance is refreshing and elegant, such as small jasper, which is a beauty product!
Drinking tea is a pleasure. Bored and tired, you might as well make yourself a cup of scented tea and watch chrysanthemums stretch their delicate posture in the water and bloom beautiful flowers. The green color makes people enchanted and blossomed, and the traces left by the years are displayed in the faint fragrance. At this time, I seem to be in a tea garden, dancing with camellia and listening to camellia. Holding a cup of tea, listening to the wind and rain in the fragrance of tea, reading, drawing and writing. A cup of strong tea or weak tea, a long or short silence.
Some people drink tea to quench their thirst, some because of its fragrance, some to pass the time, and some to drink tea. Some teas are for drinking, others are for tasting, and different people drink the same tea differently. Tea is like smoke, make friends with tea and entertain guests with tea. Because of tea, we find that there is haste and calmness in life, because of tea, we are nostalgic for tea, and because of tea, we have a feeling of life.
Over time, the fragrance of tea still exists. Enjoying the warm winter outside the window, watching the fragrance of tea around you, listening to people coming and going outdoors, singing and laughing, a leisurely life is like this leisurely hot tea, and satisfaction is happiness.
The long journey of life, giving yourself a little leisure, tasting a cup of green tea, watching floating clouds, thinking about the cold world, three meals and five flavors of life, all turn into a strong fragrance in tea.
Strong tea and fresh water, pour it carefully, taste tea, taste life and taste life. Rich life, light days and fleeting years are all in tea.
The passage of time has washed away the traces of the past, leaving only indifference and sadness. When you reach the water's edge, you drift away, leaving only the staring and sighing of Chu.
Or like sweetness, or love is bitter and sweet, who is like you-Zhuangzi, indifferent to everything, integrated with Tao, only clinging to that faint innocence.
When a kind of beauty makes people feel overwhelmed, they have to dance for it with their hands and feet; When a kind of insipid, light makes people unable to taste, we have to sigh and cherish it and praise it.
You are willing to be indifferent, content with being plain, complacent in being plain, only willing to have fun in become a butterfly in your dreams, only willing to wander around the world with hovering Peng, unwilling to be tired of state affairs and unwilling to set foot in the world. You are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, giving people a desperate life, a quiet and far-reaching life, and a detached thing. I tried to touch your skirt, but I touched it at my fingertips.
But I can't get rid of the sweet temptation, and I can't forget the bitter or sweet fragrance. When I have no choice, I have to look at your calm eyes, which are unusually clear and long, and I can't see the end of the world.
I thought you were lonely, but you told me that a friend of a gentleman is as light as water. Keiko's departure didn't bring you anything like that. It turns out that you have already seen through life and death and the world of mortals. Why praise your plainness? I have nothing to say.
Miss the past and compete in prosperity. You are still wandering freely in the outside world, understanding the infinity of nature. The world is just your subjective product. You even know the happiness of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance and the guilt of mantis, swaying away and shuttling through the mire. Why care about the power struggle? Who says you have to bear the unbearable weight of that life?
There is a bright moon in the distance. When you watch the bright moon alone on a breezy night and let people sit back and relax, the bright moon will not be lost-just because your dull hearts are chasing each other. The world laughs at your madness, but your cold eyes are speechless. You suddenly realize that your faint spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you are already floating.
I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.
Teach me how to follow in your footsteps, the essence of beauty is at a loss; Teach me how to touch your skirt, that kind of indifferent attitude.
This is you, as light as spring, your paranoid pursuit, a Bai Mudan fluttering beside spring, an ethereal song for you.
Composition Composition 8 Each composition has a different theme, so it leaves me with different inspirations and feelings. The essay "Soft-branch Carambola" made me understand that when people in the whole society only pay attention to appearance and ignore the inner beauty and ugliness, a truly clean life cannot be realized. "Children Growing Up in Flowers" makes me understand that children who grow up in a beautiful environment are all influenced by beauty, so their hearts are perfect. "Water will clear up one day" makes me understand that although a second of chaos may take several days to clear up, water will clear up one day as long as we always insist on going to a higher level. Look after yourself made me understand that only by looking after yourself can I understand the true meaning of success. If my heart is persistent and stagnant, there is only one dead end.
Yes, a book inspired me a lot. When I first saw this book, I thought it was so good that my mother called it several times but didn't hear it. This book uses ingenious methods to draw out views and understanding of many things in life. People can't help but want to see it again. There are many thought-provoking places in the book, which are very intriguing. The whole book is very well written, and it also makes me understand many new things. Occasionally, I can't help laughing when I see something wonderful and funny.
Whenever I see a book written by Lin Qingxuan, I pick it up and read it. Because, whenever I pick it up and read it, I will read a different taste.
The sunset has fallen into the sky, and everything is shrouded in dusk. The house was empty, but my heart was full, and the whole person panicked.
These days, I always like to sit by the window alone, watching gloomy clouds and thin fatong. I always feel that I can't let go of too many things: the troubles of getting along with my classmates, the anxiety of exams and the pressure of studying often make me angry and sad for no reason. Even if the leaves fall one by one, it will make me feel a little melancholy. At an early age, you have become so sentimental!
"Cheep-thud" the sound of opening and closing the door pulled my thoughts back from the endless fog, and I soon woke up. It was my father who came back. "Her, don't always stay at home. I'll take you somewhere. "Dad said with interest." I'm going to visit Grandpa Liu in the nursing home. Follow me! Gloomily, "I leaned against the wall, fiddling with the buttons on my clothes, feeling a little reluctant, but when I heard my father's non-negotiable tone, I had to pack up my mood and go out with him.
Sitting in the car, my father told me about Grandpa Liu's driving experience. It turned out that Grandpa Liu had a family in his early years, but when he reached middle age, his wife died of rheumatic heart disease and lived for a few years, and his only son lost his life in a car accident. Grandpa Liu once saw this gate in the hospital, so he is familiar with his father. In recent years, I have moved to a nursing home because I am old and have no relatives to take care of me. Dad never forgets to visit him on holidays.
Came to the nursing home and walked into Grandpa Liu's room. As soon as Grandpa Liu saw his father coming, he enthusiastically took his father's hand and asked questions. I also took the opportunity to ask "Hello Grandpa!" The old man's hearing is already weak, but his body is still strong. I looked at Grandpa Liu's room. Simple as it is, it's clean. The old man doesn't know how to express his enthusiasm for us. He was busy looking for me here and there and took out all his delicious food. I took it with a smile.
"Thanks for the good society now! You see, I am a lonely old man. I live here without worrying about food and clothing. When I have nothing to do, I wander around, listen to operas, chat with old friends and play chess. ..... "The old man said with ecstasy, and my father and I sat in the chair and listened quietly.
"Grandpa, you still feel very happy!" I said jokingly. "Happiness, happiness! I've put it down. There's nothing to worry about. I am light! " "Happiness is good!" I smiled faintly. Looking at grandpa's cheek, I feel that things stuffed in my heart are sinking bit by bit, flowing into new blood and being warm.
When I walked out of the nursing home, I took a deep breath, breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease. Old people will let go of those unforgettable sad memories and enjoy the happiness in their later years. And I am in the prime of life, why not put down the heavy shackles, let my youth wander and let my mood wander?
Sometimes, we always close the door of our hearts and bear too many heavy burdens. When we gently remove it, we have a chance to create more beautiful, free and happy lives.
"Let go" is a realm and a spirit that I need to pursue forever.