Write a paragraph of 300 words centered on how blue the sky is.

I don't know when I began to like watching the sky. Look at the deep blue of the sky, which dilutes the sadness of a large area. I am not a sad person, but words make people feel distressed.

You look at me for a while and at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close.

Gu Cheng's poems always have a touch of melancholy, so beautiful that people are worried. I copied the poem on the white homework paper and felt uncomfortable. When I looked out of the window, the color of the sky seemed a little dim, just like my eyes when I got the paper marked with red.

I tried to convince myself that it was just a so-called slip, just a fall from a very high cliff. But I know it's not the first time.

I decided not to tell my mother about my grades. I know she's busy. Her brother is going to college, and she can't let go anyway. I don't want to upset her.

The day they left was Saturday. Because of the class, some regrets are that I can't see Xiamen University. I laughed and said goodbye to them loudly. No one can see the loneliness in my heart I was the only one that day.

There was some noise when the phone called. Mom said it had arrived. I didn't answer, just listened to her quietly, and then tears fell down. I know she can't see it.

The sky is rare and pale, like a piece of rice paper, dripping with ink, waiting for the moment of rendering at night. It's really bad weather, I think, and my heart is inexplicably lost.

I began to doubt whether I was prone to schizophrenia and had the most pessimistic thoughts about many things. Life is like a net, covering me in endless shadows. I can't get rid of it, but I struggle in nightmares every day. I have been reluctant to admit my loneliness, and the bitterness of chewing is hidden in my surly smile. I just want to prove my strength. But at that moment, I felt unprecedented loneliness.

I don't know, is the world a little cold? ...

As a result, various symbols were scrawled on the paper. I want to keep a lot of diaries and then sleep in words. I don't want to make myself feel bad all the time, and I don't want to soak my moldy mood in tears that are hard to dry up. I have made up my mind not to cry, but I know I don't have enough courage to let go, and I am doomed to get hurt. Is youth really painful?

I think the world would be much less sad without me. Occasionally, I will think of many things, those memories that are dusty in the depths of my memory. I can only take the past to warm my loneliness and get a moment of happiness. Copy happiness? Suddenly feel ridiculous. Maybe only in this way can I anesthetize my empty mind.

The telephone rang in a hurry, showing its agitation in the big room. Pick up the phone, the other end of the phone is still noisy. It's mom.

"... the sky outside is blue ..."

Looking out of the window, the sky is pure and almost transparent. Coloured clouds bloom in the sky, and blue spreads in it, as if a dream is constantly unfolding, making people forget everything, pain or sadness.

In an instant, I was in tears.

In a trance, I remembered that I had a terrible dream the night before I left. In my dream, I groaned helplessly, wandering in the rapids like a lonely boat. It was my mother who held my hand tightly and freed me from the shock. She warmed my cold all night with those hands.

Putting down the receiver, I took a deep breath. Dry the tears in the corner of your eyes and let the memory dry the scars. I put myself in the scattered sunshine. I believe that no day is destined to be dark.

Because, the sky outside is very blue. ...