The weekly diary of missing is 500 words junior high school level

Thoughts with color.

After I left the West Lake, I realized that my thoughts were colored, and they were so dense, thick and sticky, like a gelatinous paint.

So I went to West Lake just to bring a white cloth of feelings and let it be smeared? I don't understand, I don't understand the feelings that fall into the green lake, no, they melt into the green solution.

The green mountains, the green trees, the green springs and the green lakes were all I thought of before I went, but what I didn't expect was green.

The wind, the green air, and the green clouds are about to dye people's feelings and thoughts green, and even the lobes of the lungs are dyed green. Cause.

So, after I lived by the lake for two days, I felt green and lonely. It was only after I was tormented by the loneliness of the green that I realized the whole.

The city of Hangzhou endured the loneliness of green, and organized a great revolt, you see, the buildings in the green trees were pale blue and chrysanthemum.

and silver-white buildings, and red fruit trees with deep purple leaves planted in the waters of lakes where houses could not be built, and planted large patches of them.

Lotus flowers and water lilies raise goldfish as dense as flowers in water where lotus roots cannot be planted, and even green tea is soaked in jasmine.

Blossoms. People not only wear colorful silks, but also hold up colorful flower umbrellas, even if it doesn't rain, they carry the flower umbrellas in their hands.

Yes, every Hangzhou person is an expert and expert in resisting green loneliness.

And what about me! How do I learn from Hangzhou people? It seems that all the colors in the universe have been used up by the people of Hangzhou, and I meditate hard.

With my own color, when the night comes, the people of Hangzhou put the flower-like light shadow into the lake, then I will become a light shadow! Bequeath.

West Lake, no, no, Hangzhou people are not uncommon with my little phantom, after three days, I finally did not find the face I should leave for West Lake.

It wasn't until I left the West Lake that I clearly realized that I left my colorful thoughts to Hangzhou, but neither was the color of that missing.

I painted it myself, but the people of Hangzhou painted it on the white cloth of my feelings, so I should leave the colorful thoughts to the West Lake-object.

Return to your rightful owner!

A dream in ten years. Dreams of the past.

Joy and sorrow of the past.

Shaohua in the mirror. The scene has not changed.

But people know it. Wait until you regret it.

Dream of the past. Everything is Sumeru.

Why wait until parting to cherish it?

Time is really fast, without waiting for me to react, two years passed like this, and my teacher-student relationship with you has passed like this, but I know that our true love will never be broken, like a red thread, tightly entangled with us.

Me and you. You are stern and gentle, and although you are a teacher, you are more like a mother. No matter what you do to me, I know it's a kind of love.

A love that is cemented by too many expectations. I've always treated you like a mother, a second mother. Even those ** have become mother and son photos.

In those days when we were about to part, every time I saw your back, my heart ached, and several times I carried the sun and cried in the shadows.

If you laugh once, I can be happy for days, and if you are sad once, I will be sad for days.

Joy, sadness, excitement, sadness ...... two yearsIt's all a memory, a memory of the past. I really want to stay over there, with you, with my classmates. On the day of separation, I kept looking at your back, and I cried, tears streaming down my face, little by little.

It was the saddest summer day of the whole summer.

The fiery sun, the difference of separation.

The first line is laid horizontally, and the red line is broken.

Your pupils are not good, always riding that 'crunch' bike home at sunset, and my mother and I will meet you often. On the way you were chatting, the wind blew, blowing your hair, revealing an inch of silver, and I always felt that I owed you. Sometimes you turn to look at me, and then you are as easy-going as the wind, blowing in my face.

I have two mothers, and I am content.

The only thing I can do now is to bless you and bless you to go through each day happily, smiling and smiling as bright as the sun every day. Protect those eyes too, your eyes are already tired, and it is time for them to rest.

I will take your hope and step on the snow of life one by one.

Why is life like this, we must wait until we lose it before we let people know how to cherish it.

A dream in ten years. Dreams of the past.

Joy and sorrow of the past.

Shaohua in the mirror. The scene has not changed.

But people know it. Wait until you regret it.

Dream of the past. Everything is Sumeru.

This dream of ten years is too long.

But, I think, I'm already awake.