The swing was lonely, whose happiness used to swing on it. The swaying flowers on the grassland, the sun evaporated the noise of no one. The child left and grew up and found that the journey was not in full bloom and prosperity. All the way, chasing the white flying horse came to the strange neon career. If you don't look back, you don't have to be afraid. My happiness always has an answer. Why do I chase the fairy tale in my dream
Occasionally, my heart trembled, a transparent butterfly in my fingertips to guide me through the bustling world, came to the yellow wheat field. Pieces of golden shuttles in front of my eyes, only the two green trees dividing the boundary become dazzling embellishment, and the swing hanging in the middle is gently swinging. I gently touch the swing, and a gust of wind lifts up my skirt and hair tip, but also swings the swing. Trance between, silver bell like laughter from afar, my eyes reflected two running figures, two girls in pursuit of a fairy tale butterfly, butterfly wings on the most gorgeous powder into the world, sprinkled into my heart. Two girls ran to me. No, she and I ran to the swing. Our pigtail danced with the butterfly. The butterfly was high and low. It was fast and slow. The time was flying away. She caught the butterfly. When she slowly opened her hand to me, I was full of joy and wonder. At this time, I vaguely saw that there was only gorgeous pink and Dai in her hand Floating feeling let me flash in many pieces of memory, finally, I saw her and I shed tears, separated
The butterfly flies out of the girl's hand, and the childhood flies away from the girl's hand
I reached out my hand and saw only the high-rise buildings and busy streets. I asked myself, "what about butterflies? What about childhood? How about your years Butterfly, she took me through the years, childhood had died in memory, but miraculously survived. She took the incomplete, to prove his age. Some people are used to forgetting, so a certain period of time has to be hidden. "Forgetting is another form of death," ZenI said No matter which period of time you forget, one day, you will come back to prove its value.
People lost in time, when those golden years were tortured into crying butterflies, who can bear to blame?
... the starry and illusory dance floor yelled out that this is life, ah, melting in the noise of midnight, unable to struggle in the fatigue of sunrise, that thought it could be forever, why is it short-term surprising that the boy's natural and unrestrained behind took away the mysterious solution forever. If you don't look back, you don't have to be afraid that the ideal of life will always arrive. Why do I still recall that fleeting time Memories of the past
Senior one: Zheng Ting