The sky is blue, prose.
At this time, the bank's business is not much. Except for a few employees chatting, I was alone. I used to rummage through my mobile phone before the waiting person arrived. At this moment, a man's voice came into my ears. "Before, I never thought the sky would be so blue. Now, I find that the sky is blue every day. " I looked up and talked to a middle-aged woman with delicate appearance, fair face and short hair.
She leaned over and found me, smiled at me and asked, "What do you do?" I also smiled and said, "I'm waiting for someone." She snorted, turned around and said, "It's a matter of mentality. Think about it, the sky will naturally turn blue. "
My heart was shocked and my eyes lit up.
Later, from her conversation, I probably knew that she lived alone. What I don't know is what kind of pain she experienced, how many gray days she spent, and how she felt. Anyway, bless her.
Yes, all the troubles in the world are not caused by people themselves.
Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. Nothing, so what caused the dust?
I walked out of the bank and suddenly found out. The sky is really blue, very blue. ...
The sky is blue, the prose is blue for 2 days, the forest is green and the eyes are red.
Once you said in my ear that you loved me. But you didn't say you only loved me. Then the summer ended, cicadas went to sleep, and you left.
You say the sky is crying in rainy days, you say the wind will dry the tears of the clouds, and you say the day is to rest at night.
What about you? You are my what. A passer-by of life and a frequent visitor of memories!
The future that was once close at hand now looks like a broken kite flying in the sky, but it can't compete with the fate of falling.
Our lover sleeps in heaven, and people on earth walk our way.
I'm not good, not as good as her.
An anthology of the author's dreams.
I love freedom,
I love the blue sky,
I like flying.
Boundless, how vast;
Colorful, how beautiful;
How lovely and beautiful.
Magic flying carpet,
Fairy method somersault cloud,
But I still love those white wings, flawless wings.
Freedom has taught me the value of time,
The blue sky made me understand the vastness of the world.
Flying taught me the true meaning of life.
The blue sky set me free,
Freedom makes me fly,
And flying needs blue sky.
Golden blooms at dawn;
Purple renders dusk,
Gray and black dot the night sky.
But in the daytime sky,
Still so melancholy,
Blue that makes people feel relaxed.
Spring is the blue of first love;
Summer is the blue of love;
In autumn, it is calm blue,
In winter, it is the blue of hope.
I love blue sky, and I love blue more.
It gave me hope for life,
Let me be reborn.
I want to be free,
I want the blue sky,
I want to fly,
I want to fly freely in the blue sky with those white wings!
It's blue and it's raining outside the window. The dense drizzle cast a veil over the town, which was mysterious and beautiful.
I sat on the table by the window, watching the rain fall on the glass window and playing melodious music. At this time, my mood is particularly comfortable. Suddenly, a small voice sounded, making baby, am I hallucinating? No, it's not! The voice rang again, and I listened carefully. It was a naive child's voice: "Mom, can we really turn into steam and fly into the blue sky to keep company with Sister Baiyun?" Where did this sound come from? I looked around, but there was no, damn it! I'm scared for no reason. At this moment, another voice rang. It was the voice of a mature and steady woman: "Yes, dear child, when Uncle Sun comes out, we will be evaporated and fly to the sky.". That feeling is very beautiful. " Evaporation? This is not a light rain talking outside the window, is it? I guessed, put my ear close to the window and listened quietly to the conversation between "raindrop mother and son" "Mom, have you ever felt it?" "No, son, this is what the wind said." "..." Children don't talk, into thin air. It's a strange word for a child, but it takes generations.
I was silent, yes, flying to the blue sky, what a distant but charming word! However, raindrop's efforts bring them the reward of enjoying family happiness in the sky, and what about us? We will only get a reward if we pay! Studying hard and serving the motherland is our contribution and appreciated by the state and society. This is our reward. Are we willing to be unknown people all our lives? I don't think anyone wants to.
The rain gradually stopped and the sun shone from the clouds. I seem to see the mother and son flying into the blue sky and hugging the clouds tightly.
They will be happy forever. I put my hands together and prayed secretly.
Whenever the weather forecast says something about dusty weather or reports the air quality index, I am sincerely proud of our hometown because the air quality here is good. Last year, there were more than 280 high-quality days, the blue sky and white clouds were normal, and the beautiful environment gave me a colorful and happy childhood.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white and the straw is yellow. I remember when I was a child, after lunch, I found a cool place, lying comfortably on the newly harvested wheat straw and looking up at the sky. The blue sky is as pure and lovely as a transparent blue crystal. Plumes of white clouds floated leisurely in the blue sky, and I seemed to drift with them. All kinds of shapes give me endless reverie. Just watching and thinking, I unconsciously entered a sweet dream. In my dream, I drove a white crane to fly freely in the blue sky and white clouds.
The sky is blue, the water is clear and the reeds are green. My friend and I punted in the water. "Half an acre of square pond is open, and the sky is high and the clouds are light." Isn't that the scenery in front of you? Finally, I can't resist the temptation of cool river water. My friends and I took off our clothes one by one and rolled and frolicked in the water like loaches. Tired, they floated on their backs along the current one by one. The blue sky and soft sea water make people feel indescribable comfortable.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white and the kites are colorful. In the empty Yuan Ye, facing the wind, pulling the thread and facing the sky, we fly our dreams into the deep blue sky. Various colorful kites are dotted among the white clouds, and the white clouds are leisurely and the kites are leisurely.
In the moonlight, covered with sheets, lying on a big table to enjoy the cool. Suddenly I found that the sky was blue in the moonlight and there were clouds floating under the moon. The village is surrounded by a thin layer of white fog, just like a fairyland. Grandma took a banana fan and gently fanned it for me, telling me the magical legend in the sky. The beautiful night sky suddenly filled me with infinite charm. Beautiful night, beautiful people, with a satisfied smile, I entered a beautiful dream.
These fantastic pictures accompanied me through a happy childhood and were deeply engraved in my mind. Today, the sky is still blue and the clouds are still white, but life is better!
Beautiful hometown, magical hometown, how can I not love you?
The sky is blue. The scenery of the four seasons is written in the sunset, recalling the blue sky and the beautiful clouds leave a different feeling for the world. Feel the feeling that these beautiful angels bring to the world. The distant sky is a sad mystery and sadness. It is covered with the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, the imprint of the years, and the sad and smiling faces.
Spring is the saddest and saddest season. God was worried about his face and smiled and cried. Yin and Yang are uncertain, sex rain makes tears, endless tears, and how many sad things cover your face. It was dark and raining in Mao Mao. This is a sentimental sky, a rainy and cloudy sky.
In summer, the sky is clear and the scorching sun comforts each other. The sky is blue and white clouds are flying all over the sky. The messy clouds, as thin as silk smoke, were driven out of sight by the sun, and those small clouds were floating around happily enough. There is a little less melancholy on the canopy, showing a sunny smile.
The autumn sun is like fire, and the beautiful blue sky and snow-white clouds are beautiful. The changeable shapes and cotton-like clouds are dazzling and fascinating, and they are interpreted in groups in the sky to win people's attention and confuse the world. In this season, the sky is the most beautiful and extreme scenery in a year.
In winter, the clouds in the sky become dark and stuffy. It's hard to see the beautiful face of the past again. The clouds are still in the sky, so confused and depressed. Looking at the sky of the four seasons brings different hearts and senses, and smiles at the blue sky and quiet beauty.
7 "I am an ordinary woman, all I can do is take good care of her and this family, and give her support and help when she needs it, just like the white clouds under the blue sky, even if it is just an ornament in his life …" This understatement is the most simple and sincere to my wife, and the people who shake my life are not just the embellished white clouds!
When I was a child, I often heard the old people in the village say: men are the sky, women are the earth ... I didn't understand it at that time, but I was often attracted by the mysterious white clouds in the sky. The blue sky is like a person's lifelong pursuit of efforts, eager to be looked up, just out of reach! I think, no one knows, when the blue sky meets the white clouds, it will look so gentle and amiable, like a warm hug, just because she is white clouds!
When I was in high spirits and proud as a prince, I met my wife like a white cloud for the first time. She is so sunny and energetic, fashionable and capable, elegantly dressed, gentle and confident, intelligent and studious, which makes people feel close without affectation!
When her career was climbing, she gave up many opportunities for her own development because she needed to take care of her elderly parents and son, and still did ordinary paperwork. She always tells me with a smile: "Although it is ordinary paperwork, it is the trick to do simple things to the extreme, so my trick is to work hard!" "She never complains about hard work and grievances, but enjoys her present life. I understand that she doesn't want me to have too much self-blame and pressure!
Sometimes I think that if I have a higher income, she won't have to work so hard and can live a leisurely life at home, but it turns out that I am wrong! She often says to me: "It is her greatest wish to have a work and life circle that she likes and a healthy and harmonious family. If you are frustrated at work that day, at least I won't let my family starve. My wife never talks much, but always smiles indifferently! I know that is the most sincere comfort. Now it seems that I can't do anything but try to create a better life for her and this family!
Later, my career gradually improved and I did well. During that time, I seldom went home and lived in my own "self-entertainment", which is a memory I regret very much ... endless complaints about not being affectionate, not understanding the hardships of my career, throwing her indifference and disdain, ignoring her tolerance and patience! I think I should have been a shameless gangster at that time, taking away her kindness and trampling on her gentleness. No matter what I did, she still took care of me and my family properly and smiled in front of my family ... She was so ordinary, and such ordinary is the love I don't deserve.
When youth grows with age, years have honed our edges and corners to the lowest, and then we learn to let go of our disguise and appreciate the original pure beauty. My wife has been quietly giving me and my family warmth and strength. She is the only person in the world who understands my pride and melancholy. She and I are not only married, but also understanding, tolerance, harmony and stability! The place where I own her is my harbor. You can dock when you are tired, and snuggle when you are tired!
I think, I am the one who let her rely on, as warm and soft as blue sky embracing white clouds …
This document is only for female friends who pay silently. Happy holidays!
It is blue. Prose 8 is another bright and cheerful summer.
The green leaves on the tree are secretly set off by the breeze and dance with the wind; The water waves in the lotus pond keep telling dragonflies their dreams; The ball under the children's feet rolled on the green grass. ...
The sky, floating over a marshmallow-like cloud, blocked the sun, and then floated over, another light.
Summer, summer, always have a farewell summer vacation.
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Song of parting
It was the last time the children met at school, holding the fiery heart tightly in their hands, and tears poured down their eyes, even the strongest people at ordinary times were moved by it.
"When shall we meet again?"
"Let's get together." XXX bit his lip with tears in his eyes. "Today in the coming year, let's meet again!" "The firmness in the eyes seems to be the hope in everyone's eyes.
At the graduation ceremony, the headmaster didn't show a trace of expression, but silently handed the graduation certificate to everyone. As we all know, every graduation ceremony, the principal is actually the most sad, but also the happiest, because he can finally let the students in his school carry forward, but he is reluctant to leave everyone. We will never forget our laughter, our efforts and our pain.
"Maybe, next year, goodbye!"
The children didn't walk out of the school gate hand in hand as before, but walked along the empty corridor alone, reluctantly, familiar with everything in this campus. Yes, they're leaving. I hope to see you next year!
Special holiday
This is a special festival.
A festival with no breeze, a festival without waves in the lotus pond, and a festival without children laughing.
Because, I don't know if I will meet again.
XXX knows that their class reunion may not be held at all, and everyone's studies are getting heavier and heavier, but in the most difficult time, they will always think of the happy collective in primary school, and every part will evoke sad memories.
XXX likes roller skating. In this "cold" summer vacation, she still goes with her primary school classmates from time to time. There was a moment, just a moment. We should cherish every smile and be strong. ...
"Let's buy some classmates' records!" YYY suggested.
This idea makes everyone happy. That's a good idea. You can remember everyone deeply.
We began to save money every day to buy a favorite classmate record.
Under the teacher's call, in this "warm" summer vacation, we got together in the class, exchanged past classmates' records, recalled good times and communicated vividly.
new school year
Although I left, I still can't let go of this feeling.
This summer vacation is blue, so simple and unforgettable; This summer vacation is blue, full of beautiful fantasies and hopes; This summer vacation is blue, and the memories there are still lingering; This summer vacation is blue, and white clouds are still passionate in this blue sky; This summer vacation is blue, which makes people so free and fascinated. ...
Blue is XXX's favorite color, and its meaning is like a girl's dream, full of hopes and dreams. ...
This is the new school year, and we always treat it in our best way. We decided to make the reunion a reality and get together next summer vacation. ...