When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, I no longer have time to enjoy them. When I see a kite full of sky, there is a kind of inexplicable sadness. I am walking on the way to school with a heavy bag on my back. When cicadas are singing in summer, the hot air is full of the whole sky. Sweat instead of tears is constantly flowing down. In the hot summer season, I am about to suffocate. The laughter in the swimming pool seems to be just a dream. Sometimes I feel that The hissing of cicadas is also a kind of ridicule; when the autumn maple flies down, there is no clear sound of stepping on the maple leaf, the path is quiet, and occasionally the wind supports it, which makes me think that maybe the clear sound is just the imagination of the sky and the sky; when the winter wind roars, there is no warm sunshine, only the gloomy sky and the piercing cold wind, the bare branches outside the window are like the long hands of the old witch, I can only put them Under the schoolbag, in the sea of topics struggling, rain, who is crying?
只有梦般的快乐能给我温暖,多想让这种快乐持续下去,丢掉烦恼,向自由飞翔……
Only dream like happiness can give me warmth. I want to keep this kind of happiness, lose my troubles and fly to freedom
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