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The sound of the rain gradually stopped, and the light faintly penetrated from behind the curtains. Push open the window one.

Look, yikes! The cool clouds dispersed, and the remnants of the leaves reflected the moon, like a thousand points of fluorescent light, flickering and moving. —I really didn't expect that after the bitter rain and lonely lamp, there would be such a picture.

Kiyomi's drawing!

I stood by the window for a while, and felt a slight coldness. Turned around, suddenly.

dazzling, everything else in the room is hidden in the clouds; A glow, only.

Immersed in the paintings on the wall, Angel. - Angel in white, holding flowers, Young.

Winged, smiling at me.

This smile seemed to have been seen somewhere, when I ......”

I sat under the window and thought, silently.

The closed curtain of my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago poured out.

A very long trail. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch was gurgling. The green trees in the nearby village are all enveloped in wet smoke. A bow-like crescent moon, hanging.

In the treetops. While walking, it seems that there is a child on the side of the road, holding a bunch of bright white Dong.

West. The donkey passed by and inadvertently looked back. — He was holding the flowers, barefoot.

Son, smile at me.

It's like I've seen it somewhere! "I still want to be silent.

think. A central curtain appeared, and it slowly opened, gushing out of the one ten years ago.

Impressions. - The rain under the thatched eaves fell on the clothes drop by drop. Dirt step edges.

Blisters, swirling around. The wheat and the grape trellises before the door were new.

The yellow and green ones are very vivid. ──

After a while, it was easy to rain and clear, and I hurriedly walked downhill.

Go. When I saw Yue'er coming from the sea, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stood still, and turned around. The old woman in the hut – she leaned against the door, hugging.

Flowers, smiling at me.

This same subtle expression, like a gossamer, fluttered together.

At this time, the heart is bright and quiet, like ascending to the fairy world, like returning to the hometown. The three that emerges in front of my eyes.

A smile melted for a while in the harmony of love, and it was indistinct.

Bing Xin's "Laughter".

Desire to get a heart.

A person who has just entered the world, who has not been stormy, and who sees the world with incomprehensible eyes, we call it a child. A person who has experienced great ups and downs and can use his white beard to pick up wisdom, we call it an old man. Memory is the wealth that the old man has guarded all his life, and childlike innocence is the only wisdom of the child.

I longed for a heart that was both full of the innocence of a child and the calmness of an old man.

I only hope that I will never be a child. In this way, the child's heart will always be with me. In my eyes, life is not a monotonous blank sheet of paper, but a colorful piece of thought:

Why is grass green? How does the mountain stand so high? How does the water flow so slowly?

Thinking about it, I would lie on my back on the grass, and the grass was filled with the nice smell of the sun.

I only wish that I would always be stable. In this way, the wisdom of the old man will always be with me. In my eyes, life is not about studying and reading all day, but about being philosophical.

I think I would think under the bright light: "How does the mountain stand as a dignity, and how does the water flow into a vein of wisdom?" "If you don't have to try it on the soles of your feet, how do you know how the mountain stands with dignity?

Dignity can also be standing after a fall. Wisdom can also be foolish. Try it with your hands, can you understand it so rationally?

On a sunny day after the rain, the air was full of the smell of sunshine, and I sat in front of the window thinking and thinking about ......

Yesterday, I was sitting in front of the window doing my homework, and I wanted to see my little birds! But a pile of books blocked my view, and it was already past ten o'clock, and I didn't even see my brother's face. I only wish that my childlike innocence is still alive, and I only wish that I will always be calm, so that I can say "goodbye" to the monotonous study life.

I fell asleep again because I felt more tired than I had ever felt before. In the dream, I cried and said to God, "The wish is mine, please, give it to me, that heart!" ”

Every time I close my eyes, I can see an old man and a child walking towards me, as if I was holding the old man with my left hand and the child with my right hand, and I came with them to the deciduous forest that was full of autumn sounds, and looked at the golden and warm ......

How longing for that heart!

Zhang Xiaofeng's First Snow The end of the carpet Loneliness and affection She taught me Often, I think of that mountain.