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Anonymous users2024-02-08Legend has it that each box of the Ferris wheel is filled with happiness.
When we look up at the Ferris wheel.
It's looking up to happiness.
How high happiness is.
The Ferris wheel is as high as it gets.
When we are longing for happiness but happiness is not coming, try to get on the Ferris wheel and wait for it to slowly rise.
All the way to the very top.
Look down on everything you see.
In fact, the happiness we want is very simple.
Look down from there.
They are all prostrate under their feet.
I believe the world is big.
But there is always a simple happiness that belongs to us.
So when we feel unhappy.
Try looking up at the Ferris wheel.
Waiting for the so-called happiness heights.
They say that everyone who looks at the Ferris wheel is looking at happiness.
When we look up to it.
Have you already been happy?
They say that happiness blooms in every compartment of the Ferris wheel.
The sky is dazzlingly colorful, and the Ferris wheel on the side plays the role of silence.
Silently, to deliver happiness to people.
Happiness is like the Ferris wheel in a playground, it takes a big turn to find it, and it is a ...... that cannot be turned back
The Ferris wheel slowly looks at the world, and we look at the Ferris wheel obsessively.
Ferris wheel, spin up.
That's the closest place to the stars.
Stars can hear people's wishes and then help people make them happen.
Sit on the Ferris wheel.
It's the same as touching happiness.
The closest distance to hope.
In fact, everyone has a Ferris wheel of happiness in their hearts.
It kept spinning.
Bringing people's emotions to a peak.
Whether it is happy or sad, laughing or crying, it is all happy at that time.
Ferris wheel. I've always simply liked these three Chinese characters.
There is a feeling of happiness.
Raise your head and look up at the whirlwind of the Ferris wheel.
Between going round and round.
I'm trying to find my own happiness.
I knew it was slowly approaching me.
Will there be a different kind of sunlight at the top of the Ferris wheel, in that mysterious place, gliding through the clouds, is it very close to heaven?
Originally. Pure white faith.
The blue pocket can be on the Ferris wheel.
Found it. They.
I never left.
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Anonymous users2024-02-07Accustomed to looking up at the sky, there is always an inexplicable feeling, looking at the vastness of the blue sky, learning the silence of the breeze, looking up at the sky, looking up at happiness.
It is often said that each grid of the Ferris wheel is filled with happiness, and when you look up at it, you will feel the happiness that belongs to Mozhou. In my eyes, the Ferris wheel is like a colorful lollipop, round and round'Turning, a circle represents a kind of happiness, when I am lost, when I am sad, looking at it, all kinds of happiness will permeate my heart.
When you look at it, you will see all kinds of magic, peace and peace of mind that you have never had before. Under the breeze, let the hair move with the wind, messy, in a quiet and beautiful world that will not be disturbed, there is only our quiet, only our time, at that moment, time seems to be frozen, I feel the happiness that only belongs to us.
Suddenly, a meteor struck in the unmarked night sky, and the dazzling blue light reflected a deep blue light through my eyes, illuminating the night sky in front of me, and then I indulged in the deep beauty.
Looking up at the beautiful sky, looking at the white clouds like smoke and silk, my heart is infinitely reverie. I am obsessed with this wonderful feeling, with this peace of mind and happiness, with the .........happiness of looking up
Kazuo County Mongolian Senior High School, Class 7, Second Year, Class 7, Yang Hongyu.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06The autumn rain is getting colder, and the sound of cicadas has stopped.
An autumn rain and a cold", summer and autumn are not very long transitions, maybe just a time of autumn rain. Holding an umbrella and carrying a bag and carrying something heavier, I walked past the sparsely foliage trees on the side of the road. Even it knows how to absorb the nutrients brought by this autumn rain, store them, and wait for the next year's branches, leaves, incense, and fruits.
And I can only take shelter under the umbrella, so that I will not be called by the cold rain to get sick.
After going through so many roads, it will eventually lead to one road, one road that must be passed. In the garden next to the way home, the old pine tree, which is so green that it can be used as a coordinate, still stands tall and unchanged. The clearing under its dense foliage seemed to have not been touched by a drop of rain.
During the cherry blossom season in early autumn, I didn't pay much attention to how the sound of cicadas in summer gradually faded until they disappeared. Of course, this thing, which is like a mustard grass in the world, is not worth paying attention to.
Suddenly, I remembered that when I was a child, I often went to the garden to catch cicadas, and I was always dismissive of the cicadas that actively relied on the pine trees to attach themselves with all their might. Pine, my thoughts returned to the towering giant tree. I walked silently to the tree, looked closer, and found no trace in my eyes.
Looking up at the unattainable canopy of trees that were once as high as they are now, the distance between them is a little closer. If you think about it, it's right, maybe the brittle cicada has already been picked up by a yellow-haired child. I slowly turned my gaze from the canopy to the trunk, and at a glance, I found the cicada that had turned from yellow to gray.
I wanted to silently laugh at the cicada that had been buried under the land for three years and only sang for one summer and then died, leaving only a lonely shell, but I never thought of touching the depths of my heart.
Three years. Also three years. I tried to ask myself in my heart, is this just a coincidence?
But I got only one indescribable answer. In this way, the tiny cicada and I were linked by the "three years" as thin as the cicada's wings and the ethereal fate. Aren't I also like cicadas?
Like waking up from a dream, what I have struggled for for three years is not also like the pursuit of a summer of cicadas? In fact, all of us are like a three-year-old cicada, dormant under the loess and in the dark, just for a certain pursuit, dormant for three years.
The spirit of the cicada and its shell turned into a wisp of green smoke in the rain, rising three feet above my head. This cicada, which was once in the bottle and died at the feet, also needs me to look up.
Looking back, all that remains of the gray cicada and me who is waking up under the tree are left. The cicada has been lying for three years before it comes out, so why can't I? Reopen the umbrella and walk home, and some of the weight fades away.
I just thought that in my life, there was a new spirit that made me look up to Burning Judgment and helped me move forward.
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