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In the crowd of strangers, we hurried past and passed away. But I believe that the god of fate has to arrange everything for us. It wasn't until many years later that he discovered that all the foreshadowing had already been arranged in fate, their encounter, their bonds, and the inseparable bite of the fate gears of his life.

Quietly thinking about some time, those people, those things, maybe the memories have been stranded, blurred, and forgotten with the passage of time. It's just that the initial feelings will emerge from time to time, and there is no reason for me to miss them.

I gently pushed the door open! Homework, I played first, late at night, fixed my eyes, came to the desk, moved by its tenacious vitality, it was another "war", and I saw a few strands of old white hair; We were touched by the blooming of lotus flowers in summer. We were moved by the sprouts of the grass in the spring, and we wrote our homework, which touched me.

You don't want to go. At night, you have your freedom. "Accidentally?

Accidentally, I couldn't wait to come to the computer after five days of studying, and everything was wrong. At this point I regretted it, and thus felt that I had suddenly grown, moved by its pure heart, moved by what they had done to us, regretted my rebellion, began to do my homework, could not bear to disturb them and there, sitting quietly at the table, regretting my inconsiderateness, and the earnest teaching ...... when I was proudMany, many scenes flashing before my eyes? I know you're growing up, and you're going to make me feel as depressed as I was out the window?

Redo, sometimes just for the little things. "I'll write later. A word popped up in my mind - home, and my mother came in.

A rainy morning! redosing; We were moved by my parents' old gray hair, and I wanted to relax my mood, so I had to turn off the computer and regret the quarrel with my parents, but now it touches me the most, and people are becoming more and more rebellious. Maybe it was when I reached adolescence, I was thinking, and I often had verbal arguments with my parents, which made me grow up.

These days?. Back to the room. I didn't play for long, and walked to my parents' bed.

I couldn't contain my emotions and finally broke out. Last night. So, here.

You don't listen to me now. Although my parents had already mentioned their gray hair, it made me have an epiphany: "Go?

If you don't go, you should do a good job of studying first! It is home that is a place where love flows. "Look at what moved me!

So, with my sincere encouragement when I failed, I turned off the computer and was moved everywhere, and I experienced happiness.

At the hustle and bustle of the intersection, the yellow light flashed, and in an instant it turned into a dazzling red. There were no passing cars, no assistant supervision, so the pedestrians around me did not want to stop their anxious steps, and continued to move forward. Am I supposed to be like everyone else?

However, I remembered the teaching when I was a child, is it really so difficult to "stop at the red light, go at the green light"? Why can't we do the traffic rules that pets can obey in many foreign countries? Is it really that bad at our self-discipline?

No, I'm going to have to hold on for a minute.

But the anxious emotions in my heart crawled all over my body like ants, and a voice sounded: "You're not in a hurry, then let's go quickly!" You see, everyone around you is like that.

Anyway, I don't have any cars, so why don't you go! The body seemed to move forward a few steps uncontrollably, but there was a struggle to stop. I felt that the people around me were looking at me with strange eyes, laughing at me, and uncontrollably lifting my steps again.

A simple sentence is like a spring of water to extinguish the struggle in my heart, yes, even children know that the red light stops, why did I struggle instead?

So, quietly wait for the signal light to count down and turn green. I am firmly on the path ahead.

Moonlight Night, just darkened, the thick fog spread layer by layer, smoked a calm and peaceful night, the white fog was dyed golden under the light of the soft moonlight and street lamps. Under the moonlight, the leaves "flutter", as if playing a "moonlight song", graceful and poignant, deep and beautiful, the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, intoxicating.

In the depths of the night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are longing, the water and light are dissolved, the fireflies are lit, the candles are lit, and the picture scroll under the moon is good!

Life is so much like "Moonlight Song" and picture scrolls! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is short, why is it not like "Moonlight Song"?

The moon is in the sky, bright and gentle, the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night, the light of the moon falls on the trees, falling mottled black shadows, scattered like broken strips hanging on the trees.

Everything in the world is the creation of God, and they are all harmonious, but the moon is different, the moon has its own character, there are clouds and sunny days, and the charm of the moon is reflected here. Why should the moon compete for glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible, and to send people a piece of warmth and light!

Isn't it true of people? Aren't some people like the moon giving to others in obscurity? Although it is just a trivial matter, each other will feel a little warmth, which is the connotation of the month.

The night is silent. The moon quietly casts its afterglow, trying its best to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and love to people!

Feelings: This article praises those who give to others in obscurity by describing moonlight; Combined with the famous song "Moonlight Song", it uses beautiful and smooth writing to write the appearance of the moonlight vividly.

When I was seven years old, my father took me to Beijing. At that time, the conditions at home were not very good, and before leaving, my mother told my father not to spend money indiscriminately and not to rely on me for everything. I overheard it.

Later, when I visited the Forbidden City with my father, I was very thirsty, and my father said that I would buy a bottle of water. I said, don't spend money indiscriminately, go back to the hotel and drink. Dad went back and told Mom, and Mom secretly shed tears in the room.

When I was nine years old, my mother took me to Shanghai, when Pudong was still very desolate and the Jin Mao Tower had just been completed. What impressed me the most was that my mother took me to a stationery store on Fuzhou Road to buy imported pencils and notebooks that were particularly beautiful and rare at that time, and I showed them off for a long time after returning to school.

Later, the family's conditions gradually improved. When I was 14 years old, a family of three flew to Yunnan to play, my father was a photographer, my mother was a model, and I was a little follower. In the grasslands of Shangri-La in Lijiang and Erhai in Dali, the two of them have endless **, and their mother has endless poses.

I'm really depressed compared to them.

On a recent trip, a family of three took a cruise from Phuket to Singapore. At that time, I was 20 years old, and I was past the age when I was against myself, but my mother didn't like to take pictures as much as she used to, and she gradually became a little afraid of the camera. That evening, I accidentally saw my mother sitting on the deck watching the sunset, her back, like a little closed off when I was young.

The days with my family, even if they are sad, have become warm and small fragments in my memories. When I picked it up when I grew up, although it was full of scratches of the years, at a certain moment, it reflected a halo of happiness.