The Stream Flows With A Glimmer Of Hope.

　 Flowers blooming like a piece of brocade When the river passes, the days run away like water. Smooth Pebble. All rivers When is the East going to the sea, when will it return to the west?

-- inscription

Just remember, I lay on the grass and counted the stars.

Just remember, I climbed on the low fence to see flowers.

Just remember, I stood on the wide balcony and listened to the wind laugh.

Although I know, we are all single wing angels, only embrace can fly.

Although I know that we are all breaking the soil, we can only grow with nourishing.

Although I know that we are all brooding brook, we can only be broad if we have a great achievement.

However, the distance between reality and dream is not only that far from the Arctic Ocean to Antarctica. The cruel reality will be full of the tender faces of dreams, shattered and broken. Vague, vacant, blurred and disoriented.

So I fell into memories.

I am a passer-by of the wind. I swim across the world, looking at this place without pity, no love, no bitterness, no pain, I decide to stay. I firmly believe that every day, there will always be people leaving, there will always be people coming back, and some people will continue to wait.

I go all over the world to find my home, but I am also in despair when the world is chaotic and the dust is cold.

I went back to the way to the world again. A good word "love" means everything in the world. Family, friendship, love, who does not worry about feelings? Feeling trapped by love and disturbing by affection.

Looking at the flow of love river, one minute after another, one second and one second, it is necessary to say that it is changeable. It never occurred to me that life is so uncertain that it is like a passer-by, breathing in the gap between the wind and the wind. It is like a ghost floating in the fragrance of flowers and flowers. It is said that butterflies do not fly through the sea. Acacia can not withstand the temptation of red dust. But after a hundred turns, they will eventually return to the finish line.

I still want to go back to reality.

Though chaotic, even though it is cold, I still have to face it bravely. The mess will be refreshed, and the broken clothes will be able to be worn out for a long time. It will not be a matter of urgency or happiness for a lifetime. Slowly and leisurely, you will understand the true meaning of life.

When we recall, yesterday should not be a failure; when we look ahead, tomorrow should not be grey. With wings of hope, I will fly to the holy heaven.

People should learn to be free and easy, forget what should be forgotten, and remember what should be remembered. Every day when you wake up, your eyes should be full of expectations, and believe that the next minute happiness will come. Do not strive for happiness, do not care about the cycle of life, just remember, do well and live happily.

Just remember, I entered the world from love river, destined to the fate of this life, the blessing of the next life.

I know, looking at the stream running past, do not return, can only look forward to the next second: I wish you a pleasant journey!

I dedicate this article to myself in the new term. For a middle school student who starts to face more challenges in the new term, studying hard is the mission of our students. I wish you a pleasant journey.