In the mild sunshine, the shadows of trees overlap.

The shabby old house next to it is in a confused mood.

Flowers in the morning gather at night.

There are flowers and shadows everywhere. Which one have I lost? Once faced with this tranquility, I looked for my yearning in the years. Look for it in the unbeaten flowers, look at it by the rows of old trees, and listen to it in the bustling place where red flowers are piled up. Like a person who has gone through his life, he has become a child, watching the butterfly shadow fluttering with countless novel fantasies every day, like an infatuated lover looking up at the station in the mottled light and shadow every day, and like an old man waiting for the call peacefully.

Do you remember how flamboyant and lonely you are in this youth with nowhere to put?

In June of that year, the rain was never lonely, and it led the lake to play with it again and again.

By the lake, use your fingertips to stir up ripples on the water surface and get distracted.

"What a beautiful hand! It turns out that boys' hands are so slender and clean. It must be beautiful to play the piano. " Ear is heartfelt admiration.

"I wish I could follow Chopin with both hands ..." After all, I failed.

A stone quickly hit the lake and a water pipe rolled like a wave. Footsteps behind him approached and sat down.

"I still think grandeur is the most beautiful, and life should live like a passionate ECG!" I 'm the king of the world.

Quietly, the rain, like an impatient child, left to find a new playmate. In the sky after the rain, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, the rainbow comes as scheduled, and the smell of the earth comes to the nose. People have their own interests, or want to spread the paper with dancing ink; Or want to gallop in the green, holding a golden cup; Even in business politics, it attracts the attention of the whole world. Although they are all dead, they are still as beautiful and gorgeous as a burst bubble. So he waved goodbye.

Time flies, just like walking through flowers and ancient times, like a lifetime ago.

The ancient ship that sailed into the spiritual harbor again seemed to reproduce the frivolous boy on the Titanic.

Endless aftertaste, was it the romance pursued in those days? Is it a fantasy woven several times? Or do you secretly carve words on the tree when you are thoughtful, but make yourself dumbfounded?

Mature lover or old singer, looking at the horizon.

This is a funeral and a baptism. I left it in my heart, but it seems that I can only silently introduce it to the grave. This is its final destination. Please forgive me, because some things are only suitable for collection, and you can't say it or forget it. No ending, no tragedy, that's all.

The sky is full of youth, no longer gorgeous, and it will freeze for a while.

Older lovers are still dying singers, doing whatever they want.

I smiled and turned away, my heart was full of memories and my mouth was full of aftertaste.

With its endless desires, the universe refines the songs and dances in my heart into eternity. What kind of human names are buried in all my memories can be ignored.

Example 2:

Calendar, page by page, in a blink of an eye, the fallen leaves brought frustrated autumn rain, which moistened my life in the second day of junior high school.

From the first day I entered middle school, I realized that I couldn't think about the past and the future without playing. Since then, life has been more peaceful. My parents began to praise me for being sensible-as if I had grown up in an instant. In fact, curiosity about the new environment gradually faded, but loneliness and falling first followed.

Learning is an eternal theme, and every day is similar. It bothers me every day, because my unyielding personality makes me strive for the first place in everything, from the correct rate of a subject to the examination results; When I get along with my classmates and teachers at school, even their little joys and sorrows can arouse waves of ripples in my heart. I hope to be their good friends and students. Recalling the spring breeze in primary school, I was so relaxed and happy. Sometimes I was really discouraged and even regretted coming to this school.

I really don't know when I can enter the state, because I haven't found a reason to satisfy myself. I have depression, and I work with the gears of time mechanically.

I don't know since when, enjoying the beautiful campus has become an indispensable part of my daily life. On that unforgettable day, on the way home from school, a leaf quietly flew down from the branch and landed in front of my eyes. I was surprised to find that autumn had arrived. This is a season of falling leaves and returning to their roots, and it is a season when reincarnation is coming to an end. It always gives people a nostalgic feeling and makes people miss the past. I never knew that the campus would be so charming against the backdrop of sunset and dusk. I suddenly noticed that there was a hardworking gardener in the school. He makes flowers and trees look bright, with red leaves like sparks and white chrysanthemum pixel yarn. But few people talk to him, and it seems that few people really care about his achievements. From then on, I paid special attention to it and found that every time he put flowers, there were new changes, and the choice of color matching was very careful.

When I first entered this school, I always felt that the campus was very classical and elegant, so the buildings inside were antique. Now I realize that these glowing flowers and trees have also made great contributions. I think the old gardener will be very pleased if he knows that someone can understand his hard work. But what if I don't know? This campus still has the smiles of flowers and the songs of green leaves in the wind. Perhaps this can really make the old gardener happy every day.

The little things that I usually pay little attention to slowly enter my field of vision and secrete into my mind. In the morning, the sound of reading in the classroom; At noon, the students talked about their bodies and extracurricular activities, and they chased each other, talking and laughing. After school, the students went home in groups ... Yes, it was a simple day I experienced, but it also benefited from a strong spirit of seeking knowledge.

I seem to be relieved, and the autumn rain is unintentional, just to see the harvest. Living in every Qiu Li, I am more thoughtful, mature and unexpected.