Stand in front wu3 da4, surrounded by countless unfamiliar faces, with different attitude, and I passed by. Bustling crowd, each to different cities and endured the spread of sunshine, just to see the campus the brilliant blooms of cherry blossoms. And I, also is one of them.
Where hold, hold where. Walk in the cherry blossom avenue, see more is swinging but keep the same direction of the whole mobile head. Actually, I in people look, do a. The head, stamped on the cement, and around a full cry out, sweat, I still feel rejoice, well, people than the cherry trees short, I can still see the artistic bunches of cherry blossoms bloom, but many green from a group of white crop up.
Walk the cherry blossom avenue, walk a mountain road, wear a mall, pass by a few plant cherry trees blooming alone. Only a few people around in ornamental. So, I also stop, stop. Cherry blossoms in the setting sun, like just after a girl, in the twilight of the comb hair agreeable. Her eyes through a stream of pure and fresh. We at each other, but don't words...
Suddenly a gust of wind up, she countless petals, without any struggle, with wind up...... She leave, and is so quick, so simply, and the wind stopped, petals, lie on the ground, wordless.
"It's a beautiful picture, in the camera to take out a little lasting appeal all have no!" Someone in complaining, and I, I just fragment awaiting perfection. Many beautiful, just, paparazzi but not so easy. Busy taking pictures, but not to take the to the body, missed, they never found.
Set in the window, the silent looked up at the sky, the end of a day of blatant, is now the quiet night. The heart, but it is empty. The day when see cherry blossoms of lively, as if just a passing dream, maybe, I have been in the dream, I now is true...... Suddenly remind of, LiangXiaoSheng in the annual rings of the sentence: life is sometimes like one big oscillator, it launched during the day and night to stop. Like sand. In it shocks, then jump, mutual friction, in the friction between black and blue, in it stop then stop. Only stop to truly feel tired, even dizzy, feel lost, feel decadent. And it also shock up, and then jump...... Can't help yourself giggled, the words are written for reform and opening up of the older generation of early, how so like my mind?
Thoughts are flying in the sky...
Time gives us with tall, give us convenient traffic, gave us splendid clothing, but not give our mind a band-aid. During the day, we kill time for material world do contribution, night, when the world is about to go to sleep, our time is like a sharp knife. Open the heart gently stroke protective film, fatigue, dizziness, uncertainty, decadent...... Spirit like a needle suspended in the air, and having nothing to depend upon, but hurt the heart.
Confusion sometimes will give birth to a kind of fear, then, learn to do some silly things, eager to drive a panic.
Open a computer, log on QQ, fight, open music, click on the space... Browse around other people's information, aimless kill time. Finally, I see the hope, someone reproduced the inspirational speech. I open the site, eager to get power from the speech.
Listening to the speech, the needle on the stone into the deep suddenly, like their bow bend general, is accumulated strength, to stand!
After the speech, took up the corner list of books, and hurried to the library...
Sometimes, we can be lonely, can't find direction, can't see far away... What we need is a guide, a place, can accumulation our strength, supporting our spirit.
Most of the time, we have been arrangement, time no longer belong to oneself, once time suddenly belongs to himself, but he himself full of confusion, like slave was long the exploitation any right, suddenly free, but did not know their rights can do.
Before the university, our goal is to be certain, time is used to learn, get used to the teacher's arrangement, life's simple repetition. However, now, won't someone constraints we, we are free, but also lost... Perhaps, we are not satisfactory, not ideal of the perfect college students, but we have been hard, trying to find direction, looking for our own life, to create belong to our miracle!
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