Essay on the theme of etc in 1000 words!

Await. I've been waiting, waiting to see you again.

The days passed quietly in an endless stubborn waiting, imagining that you would suddenly stand in front of me at some point one day and listen to me pour out my long-hidden thoughts, even if you still didn't speak. Winter after winter approached in my lonely watch.

Gone away again, you didn't come. A sad pastoral song is like night rain flowing in life, diffusing into the unforgettable sea in the heart, and a tired thought is deeply depressed and sinking in the whirlpool of the sea.

Willingly waiting for you in the wind of the four seasons.

The windswept leaves swirled and swirled on the empty desert ground, whispering away from the branches, and a bird flew away wordlessly from the thin branches with a puff, and another autumn leaf broke off its branches like tears and fell from the sky. The noise in the wind, the noise in the rain, the sparkle of the sun, the juice and the fragrance wafted with its rotation. Suddenly, my heart ached, and I swirled and swirled from my cold feet, and tears came out of my eyes.

I should have passed by you, and that momentary meeting was the fault of my life, and from then on the isolated island of my soul was half sea and half fire. In the mutilated moonlight, my tearful eyes draw out your looming figure. The moon is full and missing, missing and round, and my hesitant steps can never get out of the net set up for you.

I really want to pick up the ** and dial the number that I know a thousand times, I really want to spread out the long-prepared letterhead and write something, and every effort will become another futile effort after exhaustion. The heart is like a painful wound, and blood gushes out at the slightest touch, and from then on, I dare not walk into the past.

Autumn to autumn, I was busy anesthetizing myself, there was no scenery in the distance, in the lonely calm, I thought I had forgotten you, forgot the wisp of eyes that had been imprinted in life, when suddenly tears flowed again, I realized that the heavy sadness has been lonely awake in a corner of the heart, when the tears flow into a river in the cold dusk, become a kind of despair, only to know that you are the happiness and sorrow that I can not forget in my life.

In the young season, there are many dreams, a lot of sorrows, maybe everything can disappear, but what I can't get rid of is the deep longing for you that I have pressed in my heart.

I'm still waiting, waiting for your gaze to look at me again through the clouds in the sky, waiting for your voice to come from the distant side, waiting for the leaves to kiss the earth, to reprint my broad forehead with the heat of the sun, and let the acacia that I have been so hard to guard for you return to the branches of spring.

The empty galaxy above my head has accompanied me through a long winter, and in the starlight and tears, I have waited slowly, and have been waiting, waiting to meet you again.

Plasma missile launches! Spider strains chirp!