Bing Xin wrote a 400-word composition on the topic.

1. Write an article about Bing Xin. I finished watching Superman written by Grandma Bing Xin the other day.

I can't help thinking of Grandma Cheng and He Bin ... the May 4th War. Grandma Bing Xin's writing is as thorough as ice, fully permeating truth, goodness and beauty.

There is a saying in Grandma Bing Xin's Superman: "People and people, together with everything in the universe, should not spend it like acting: once on stage, father and son are very close; I walked off the stage, took off my mask and left. Crying is one thing, and laughing is one thing. "

Let us know that the May 4th War is still going on. This is grandma Bing Xin's patriotic performance! Oh, great! Some people still don't know who grandma is. Bing Xin was originally named Xie Wanying, a native of Zhejiang. Grandma Bing Xin wrote something that everyone can understand.

Everyone must say why I like grandma Bing Xin! Because what he wrote was anti-Japanese and patriotic, because many people answered traitors during the Anti-Japanese War, but she resolutely resisted Japan. That's why I like it. Bing Xin is one of my favorite writers.

2. Write an article about Bing Xin. I finished watching Superman written by Grandma Bing Xin the other day. I can't help thinking of Grandma Cheng and He Bin ... the May 4th War. Grandma Bing Xin's writing is as thorough as ice, fully permeating truth, goodness and beauty.

There is a saying in Grandma Bing Xin's Superman: "People, together with everything in the universe, are just like acting: on the stage, father and son are extremely close; Get off the stage, take off the mask and go their separate ways. Crying is one thing, and laughing is one thing. " Let us know that the May 4th War is still going on. This is grandma Bing Xin's patriotic performance!

Oh, great! Some people still don't know who grandma Bing Xin is. Bing Xin was originally named Xie Wanying, a native of Zhejiang. Everyone can understand what grandma Bing Xin wrote.

Everyone must say why I like grandma Bing Xin! Because he wrote about anti-Japanese and patriotism, because many people were traitors during the anti-Japanese war, but she resolutely resisted Japan. That's why I like it.

Bing Xin is one of my favorite writers!

The composition "Little Orange Lamp" written by Bing Xin was more than ten years ago.

One afternoon before the Spring Festival, I went to see a friend in the suburbs of Chongqing. She lives above the town hall in that village.

Walking up the dark reverse stairs, I entered a room with a square table, several bamboo stools and a telephone on the wall. Then I went into my friend's room, separated from the outside by a curtain. She is not at home. There is a note on the table by the window saying that she will go out temporarily and asked me to wait for her.

I sat down at her desk and picked up a newspaper and read it. Suddenly I heard the outside door creak open. After a while, I heard someone moving a bamboo stool.

I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only about eight or nine years old, with a thin and pale face, purple lips with cold, short hair, worn-out clothes and a pair of sandals barefoot, boarding a bamboo stool to meet the listener on the wall. When she saw me, she seemed startled and shrank back. I asked her, "Are you going to call?" As she climbed down the bamboo stool, she nodded and said, "I'm going to the hospital to find Dr. Hu." My mother just vomited a lot of blood! " "I asked," Do you know the phone number of the hospital? " She shook her head and said, "I was just about to ask the telephone office ..." I quickly found the hospital number from the phone book next to the machine and asked her, "Who should I invite to see a doctor?" She said, "Just say that Wang Chunlin's family is ill and she will come. "

The phone got through, she thanked me gratefully and then left. I grabbed her and asked, "Is your home far?" She pointed out the window and said, "It's just under the big yellow fruit tree in the mountain nest, and it's within walking distance."

With that, he went downstairs. I went back to the house, read the newspaper from beginning to end, and picked up a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. Halfway through it, it was getting darker and darker, but my friend still didn't come back.

Bored, I stood up, looked at the misty mountain scenery outside the window, saw the hut under the Huangguoshu, and suddenly wanted to see the little girl and her sick mother. I went downstairs and bought some red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag and walked along the uneven stone road to the door of the hut.

I gently closed the door and made a clear "plop". Just now, the little girl came out to open the door, looked up at me, paused, and then smiled and motioned me in. The room was small and dark, covered with boards against the wall. Her mother lay flat with her eyes closed. She is probably asleep, her head is covered with blood, and her face is turned inward, only to see the messy hair on her face and a big bun at the back of her head.

There is a small charcoal stove by the door, with a small casserole on it, steaming slightly. The little girl asked me to sit on the stool in front of the stove. She squatted next to me and looked at me all the time.

I asked softly, "Has the doctor been here?" She said, "yes, I gave my mother an injection ... she is fine now." She seemed to comfort me and said, "Don't worry, the doctor will come again tomorrow morning."

I asked, "Did she eat? What's in this pot? " She smiled and said, "sweet potato porridge is our New Year's Eve." I remembered the oranges I brought, so I took them out and put them on the low table beside the bed.

Without saying anything, she reached for the biggest orange, peeled off a section of the skin with a small knife, and gently rubbed more than half of the bottom with her hands. I asked in a low voice, "Who else is in your family?" She said, "No one is here now, my father has gone outside ..." She didn't go on, but slowly took out an orange from the orange peel and put it next to her mother's pillow.

The dim light of the small orange lantern gradually dimmed, and it was even darker outside. I stood up to leave and she took my hand. She quickly took the big needle of twine and surrounded the small orange bowl relatively, like a small basket, carrying it with a small bamboo stick. She also took a short foreign wax head from the windowsill, lit it inside and handed it to me, saying, "It's dark, the road is slippery, and this little orange lamp will shine on you up the hill!" " I took it appreciatively and thanked her. She walked me out. I don't know what to say. She seemed to comfort me and said, "Dad will be back soon.

My mother will definitely get better then! "She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally pressed it on my hand:" We are all fine! " Obviously, this "everyone" also includes me. Tears swirled in my eyes ... I walked slowly on the dark and humid mountain road with this clever little orange lamp.

This hazy orange light really can't shine far, but the little girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit inspired me, and I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me! My friend has come back and saw me carrying a small orange lamp and asked me where I came from. I said, "From ... from Wang Chunlin's house."

She said in surprise, "Wang Chunlin the carpenter, how do you know him?" Last year, several students in the medical college at the foot of the mountain were regarded as * * *, and later Wang Chunlin also disappeared. It is said that he often delivers letters for those students ... "That night, I left the mountain village and never heard from the little girl and her mother again. But from then on, every Spring Festival, I will think of that little orange lamp.

12 years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early. Her mother must be fine, too, right? Because we are all "good".

4. Write a composition about Bing Xin. Come on, I'll get it this afternoon. I will get extra points. Paper boat-for mom

backbone

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold it every day without losing heart,

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter's tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.

1August 27, 923

Appreciation of Paper Boat-To Mother

1923 In early summer, Bing Xin graduated from yenching university. In August 17 of the same year, she went to study in the United States by mail ship Yorkshire from Shanghai. Arrived in Kobe, Japan on August 19, and visited Yokohama on August 2 1. Judging from the writing time, this poem was written by the poet on a seagoing ship that continued to sail to the other side of the ocean on the sixth day after his visit to Yokohama.

The sparkling waves and surging tides revived the poet's childlike innocence of loving the sea; Green sea water and flying seagulls make the poet close to nature again. In the sea life about ten days after starting from Wusongkou, the three pillars of Bingxin's early philosophy of "love"-maternal love, childlike innocence and nature, only "childlike innocence" and "nature" can be revived and reappeared at this time, while "maternal love" can't be close because it is far away from her mother. Therefore, the poet especially misses his mother, and even gets sick because he misses her, and recovers because he sees her in his dream. This poem expresses the poet's deep affection for his mother.

The first verse of the poem begins with his childish behavior-folding paper into a boat, saying that he refused to abandon a piece of paper on a seagoing ship and kept folding it into a boat and throwing it into the sea. Seemingly dull quatrains pave the way for the outbreak of feelings. The second section describes the whereabouts of the paper boat thrown from the ship. "Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stained on the bow." All these destinations are not in line with the poet's sincere wishes. She "always wants a place that can only flow where I want it to go." To this end, she "is still not discouraged and folds every day." This shows the intensity and sincerity of her desire. As for where the paper boat is expected to flow, the poet did not make it clear in this section, which caused suspense and thought-provoking. The poet naturally understood that the paper boat could not flow to his mother, so the third verse of the poem turned out new ideas. The poet dreamed of seeing a white boat in his mother's dream. If this kind of imagination is still general, "don't wonder that it dreams for no reason" shows the strangeness of the poet's imagination. So, why not let mom be surprised by the dream of the boat? Poets use the method of "dying to show their will". At the end of the poem, he pointed out that the imaginary paper boat that entered his mother's dream was folded by her with tears. She prayed that the paper boat would bring her love for her mother and the sadness caused by being away from her mother to her side. This ending is where the whole poem lies.

Missing my mother's feelings is abstract and easy to be vague. This poem is novel in conception, and the poet uses the technique of expressing emotion by supporting things, so the expression of feelings is vivid, concrete, implicit and profound. In addition, the lines of this poem are very long, and the intonation is slow, which echoes the long-standing yearning for the mother.

Grandma Bing Xin's 400-word composition is urgently needed to come to our school. I looked at a blank composition book and bit my nose. The teacher left another composition. How should I write it? What worries me most is the composition.

"Hi, hello, I'm the goddess of fate." Suddenly a beautiful girl with wings appeared in my room.

"Do you have any wishes? I can help you achieve it! " She said again. "Then take me to see grandma Bing Xin!" I said.

No sooner had I finished than I was sucked into the time tunnel. "Boy, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" As soon as my feet touched the ground, I heard grandma Bing Xin's kind voice.

I looked up and looked at it carefully. I have silver hair and a kind smile. It's really grandma Bing Xin! "Grandma Bing Xin, can I ask you a question?" I can't wait to ask. "Go ahead."

Grandma Bing Xin is still smiling kindly. "How can I write a good composition? Why do I always write badly? " I said with some distress.

"The most important thing to write an article is to change it. Good articles are all changed, so you should accumulate more and observe more at ordinary times. You can certainly use it when you write it yourself? " Grandma Bing Xin smiled at me. "Yes!" I replied.

"wake up! Isn't the child writing a composition? How did you fall asleep? " Mom's voice sounded ... although it was just a dream, it was a great encouragement to me.

6. Write an adaptation of Bing Xin's composition and give you two ~ ~ ~ ~

Standing on the majestic mountain top, looking at the horizon, ups and downs, just like life. The road of life is full of bumps, but happiness will come again after the bumps. Just like continuous mountains, every mountain is a kind of happiness. Even at the foot of the mountain, people have a thirst for knowledge and a spirit of trying. In contrast, the sea is particularly monotonous. It has only endless water and only endless confusion.

This mountain is not only yellow, but also blue from a distance. Besides blue, it also presents green and red, and green symbolizes nature. It symbolizes environmental protection, and red symbolizes vitality and happiness. The colors of the mountain are diverse, which reflects the beautiful side of the mountain and makes people feel more cordial. And the solemn blue is used in the lively sea, will it be somewhat duplicitous? Reminiscent of hypocrisy. In addition, the reason why the sea is blue is only because it refracts sunlight and reminds people of its dependence. Only with the help of external forces can beauty be displayed. But this mountain is different. It shows itself and its essence. It also reflects the simple quality of the mountain.

Seeing the chaos surrounded by mountains, people want to transform it to make it more harmonious with the surrounding environment. Therefore, it can stimulate people's self-motivation, stimulate people's imagination, make people unite to fight for this * * * desire, and make people full of fighting spirit, high spirits and enterprising spirit. When the sea is surrounded by beautiful scenery, people will be immersed in the romance of sea breeze, the agitation of sea water and the infinite amorous feelings of exotic places by the sea. Over time, they only know pleasure, not progress. Is this the spirit we yearn for, and is it what we ask young people to pursue? Because these also make the beauty of the sea bloated and frozen. Become rough.

The color of the sea will turn into scattered rosy clouds when the wind is surging, which is beautiful and changeable, and the beauty is exciting. But when dark clouds come, especially in a pool of stagnant water, it is freezing cold and the roar of scouring is frightening. Its changeable personality makes people worry, fear, tremble and unacceptable. But this mountain is different. He is tolerant, broad and tolerant. Even the withered flowers on the mountain will not make people feel sad, but "turn into spring mud, which can protect them better", making people feel happiness, praise, warmth and hope. Because of her selfless love and the flowers blooming at this time next year, people will have an expectation, and life will not be empty when waiting in the future.

Because the sea water is transparent, just like a glass fish tank with goldfish, it can be understood at a glance. What about that mountain? Because of its hard soil and stones, this mountain feels like a ticking watch. While appreciating its appearance, they want to open its back shell and see the structure inside. So people know how to develop and innovate, excellent works come out one by one, rich minerals are used by people, and the role of mountains is even greater.

If I really broke the dogma, I would rather fall off a cliff than throw myself into the sea. The moment you fall from a high cliff, you will know the true meaning of life.

The second article ~ ~

No one is a healer as magical as time, and can calm all the pain at once; No one is a great creator like God, who can hold up the infinite sky. But the mountain can heal the scars in my heart and prop up my rainy and windy sky.

This mountain is very high. The arrogant cloud is its lover, and it surrounds its waist. The mountains have propped up a whole distant sky for us, so that we can walk smartly on earth. If there were no mountains, the world would be open, with no ups and downs, no height going straight into the sky, and no persistence separated by a wall. How monotonous and superficial that would be.

The mountains are beautiful, the trees are luxuriant, the streams are luxuriant, the mountains are full of flowers, the paths are deep, the ancient temples are deep, and all kinds of creatures wander among them. How can this scene be beautiful? It has attracted countless literati to compose poems and praise each other. If there were no mountains, the world would lose many colors, many flavors, and many poems handed down through the ages.

Mountain is the most character. Or endless, lingering on the endless horizon, let our eyes extend indefinitely, just like endless feelings in the world; Or fight alone, arrogant; Or the hillside is gentle, lying quietly on the earth, silently letting the years pass, like a calm and tolerant elder ... There are no two identical mountains, just like there are no two identical leaves. Is it the influence of the mountain? Human nature is so ever-changing and colorful.

I like watching dusk on the mountain. The sun, which once burned the whole sky, disappeared from the horizon in an instant. Leaving only the glory in memory, I was moved instantly.

I once said to my mother in a coquetry way, "Mom, Dashan is much better than you." Yes, the mountains are pregnant with life, and the mountains are full of birds and flowers. Love walks alone in the mountains, sings alone and watches the flowers bloom and fall alone. At this time, I abandoned the noise of the world and stayed in this pure land of the soul, whether happy or sad, everything is in my mind. Looking back, everything is like a cloud. The deepest unforgettable memories come to mind together. Even a blind man, walking in this complex and deep jungle, seems to see the sky getting brighter.

In this world, there are always some people and things that will be scattered in a corner of the years forever. Their images, more or less long or short, are constantly displayed in time, gradually losing their original colors and becoming the background in memory, but when you walk on the mountain path, they will always float around unexpectedly. ...

7. Grandma Bing Xin, I want to say 400 words to you. Grandma Bing Xin, I always feel that every poem and essay of yours seems to have great magic power, which brings us into an indescribable realm and makes us fondle it. I always feel that the "roots" and "stems" of your works are connected with our hearts and intertwined, full of youthful vitality and brilliance of life, echoing the wonderful melody of childhood.

I really think the author is not a white-haired old man, but a child of our time, full of youth, sunshine, ideals and hopes. Your poem "Paper Boat" seems to carry the hearts of our readers, drifting across the ocean bit by bit to the kind mother; And your "Spring Festival in Childhood" brought us back to that energetic and hopeful New Year's Eve and the first day of the new year.

; ; ; ; Admire, but also a little envious. My composition is generally good, which can be said to be upstream.

I thought I would be a world-famous writer when I grew up. However, after reading your article, I am ashamed.

Your article is full of emotion and color, which makes people immersive. That wonderful passage passed by our souls.

Look at mine again, it's pure fiction, just like drinking boiled water. I don't think it is possible to get your advice one by one, so I will read more books.

Give, give, give, give.

8. Bing Xin's 400-word composition after reading The Last Wild Fruit Forest; Bing Xin's 400-word composition after reading the last wild fruit forest.

Reflections on Bing Xin's The Last Wild Fruit Forest

I read a meaningful book today, Bing Xin Children's Literature Award-a collection of winning works. In this book, I like The Last Wild Fruit Forest best. It is meaningful and tells a touching story.

This story is about a female reed warbler and her baby, and a male reed warbler. This story is very touching. The man's name is Weber and the woman's name is Wei Boli. Weber is very clever and knows a little about machinery. They have three children. One day, the male reed warbler and the female reed warbler went to find food for the baby. The male reed warbler breathed a sigh of relief, but the male reed warbler was still thinking about the baby in the nest and hurried to the small reed pond.

She flew back to the nest and found a baby passed out at the bottom of the nest and died. She suddenly realized that the bird had heatstroke. Because of this, mother bird provides shelter for her children every day. After a long time, the sudden hail came down, but the mother bird still insisted. The wind is getting quieter, the rain is getting thinner and thinner, and the hail is still raging. ...

At the moment, the sunset hangs in the western sky, and the fiery sunset is sprinkled on the small reed pond. There is no mother bird in the nest. She became an umbrella. After reading this story, I understand that maternal love is the greatest. If my mother had not given birth to me, I wouldn't be who I am today. I wouldn't be who I am today if my mother hadn't nurtured me carefully. I don't know what independence I am if my mother didn't let me fly in my arms. In a word, maternal love is the greatest.

9. Bing Xin's Flower of Success 1 I read a poem written by Grandma Bing Xin last night. The content of this poem is very concise, but it shocked me very much:

The flower of success, the flower of success, people are only amazed at her present glory!

However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.

This morning, this poem still echoed in my ears. As soon as I got up, I picked up a pen, read it and wrote down my thoughts.

Yes! When all life is born in this world, it will not be famous at once, but just like ordinary people, there are no crowded people, no dazzling lights and no colorful flowers. They all succeeded through unremitting efforts the day after tomorrow and became professionals or great men. Who knows how much effort and sweat they have hidden behind the glamorous? As the saying goes, one minute on stage, ten years off stage.

For example, Edison's childhood, like the ugly duckling written by Grandpa Andersen, is like the bud that hasn't bloomed in Grandma Bing Xin's pen, which is not attractive at all. Edison only studied for three months, and during these three months, he was not an excellent student and his grades were poor. But after he left school, he studied hard on his own and studied hard with perseverance. In order to find materials that can be used as filament, Edison worked all night, extracted 40,000 words of data, and experimented with 1600 kinds of minerals and 600 kinds of plants. Finally, he finally made the electric light shine with himself at the same time, becoming a world-famous scientific giant, and later a white swan, a flower loved by all.

This successful flower written by Grandma Bing Xin refers to those ordinary people who have made achievements through hard work and unremitting efforts. Actually, everyone can do it. As long as you are willing to work hard and stick to the end, the victorious queen will smile at you! But what's the difference between bystanders who can only think but can't practice and lazy people? An ideal motto is well said: the name of the bystander will never climb on the scoreboard! Come on! Persistence is victory! That's right-you will succeed!

The last few sentences of a poem by Bing Xin, the flower of success, are written like this. "The flower of success, its budding bud, soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice." The truth revealed by this poem is that if you want to succeed, you must go through hardships and make sacrifices.

As the saying goes, "Suffering is a good opportunity to temper people." Yes! On the road to success, don't people who have their own success succeed from adversity? Which successful person can succeed without struggle? I can't find this. Sunshine always comes after storms, and success always comes after setbacks. So did the ancient people! It took Sima Guang 19 years to write Zi Tong Zhi Jian. Li Shizhen traveled almost half of China, visiting famous doctors and collecting herbs. He spent 27 years before and after writing Compendium of Materia Medica ... not only that, but also the stars and actors now. In people's eyes, it feels good to be a star. Sing a few songs and shoot an advertisement, and you can make money. In fact, they all have hard experiences behind them. In order to shoot TV series, many actors often have to shoot at four or five in the morning, and sometimes they have to wear skirts in winter to fight against the environment. Although tired, they are willing to show themselves in front of fans and fans for a better tomorrow, even if they are violent.

People live in this world, only after suffering can they find life interesting, so they go on smoothly, but they lose hope for life. People have overcome one setback after another since childhood.

The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. This poem is written to overcome difficulties and taste the sweetness. Of course, our road will be smooth sailing, and there will inevitably be bumps. As long as we cross this hurdle, we will succeed. Countless facts show that life is destined to go through hardships. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? The rainbow will only be reserved for those who love to overcome, are not afraid of difficulties and go forward bravely. The dawn of victory will only be left to those who persevere and step on difficulties. As long as we can fight the difficulties to the end, victory will wave to us and the door to success will open to us.

Grandma Bing Xin said that the brilliance of flowers stems from struggle and sacrifice. One is "bubble" and the other is "scatter", which vividly shows that the long-term struggle is a huge sacrifice. No pains, no gains, just as plum blossoms don't experience bitter cold, how can there be fragrant snow? It can also be proved that the hard work and dedication of the people of China are needed to make the flowers of the motherland brilliant and beautiful and the world envious.

10. Extract 400 words from Bing Xin's prose sentence and write "Figure"-Bing Xin1July 5, 923.

Strolling at the foot of the mountain gate, have you ever wanted to visit the victory?

Turning the ravine, it is a field of green grass and endless towering trees. Behind the tree is a curved stone bridge, and behind the bridge are two lions crouching in the afterglow. Looking back, only a broken tile and a peeling red door were deeply closed. It turned out to be the tomb of the old family! How to use it to feel the ups and downs and print a picture?

Halfway up the mountain, thousands of swallows are flying around the temple. The battlements-like walls, white stone tunnels and yellow-green glazed tile gatehouses are all exquisite. In front of the gatehouse, the sunset glow on the mountain is bright red, and behind it, the plain village trees on the horizon are dark blue and purple. At dusk, they blend together. Is it the Jade Qiongta? Is it Yaogong North Que? How to search for poems and print a picture?

Walking with his head down, he suddenly remembered a poem. "There are no short trees in the south of the Yangtze River in April, and everyone enjoys the cool." Why remember whose work this is? Why remember the full text of this poem? It's just that this has painted the home at the foot of the mountain!

Answer 2: the flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance! However, from the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and blood rain of sacrifice.

When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk through the golden flowers shaded by green trees, and walk to the yard where you pray, you will smell the flowers, but you don't know that the fragrance comes from me.

Has Chun spoken? But her great hidden power is so gentle to the world.

I feel a little bored when I hear the complicated rain in the middle of the night. It's cloudy today, so get up early. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered, floating in the water like a boat with white petals. There is only a small lotus flower and a few pale yellow flowers left on the stem. Red-violet, embarrassed last night, stood full and graceful among the green leaves this morning.

Still uncomfortable! After wandering for a while, there was a loud thunder outside the window, followed by heavy rain, and it rained harder and harder. The red lotus was hit by dense raindrops, and I dared not go down the stairs or think about it in the empty sky.

The rain did not subside, but red-violet did not shake. The rain kept beating, only on the brave and kind lotus leaf, some weak water droplets gathered.

Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?

Love is on the right, sympathy is on the left, walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds at any time, flowering at any time, and decorating this long journey with seasonal flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves do not feel pain, have tears to fall and are not sad.

Show me, my friend! I am a swallow crossing the ocean, looking for a nest separated from water.

Has Chun spoken? But her great hidden power is so gentle to the world!

The flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance! However, from the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and blood rain of sacrifice.

What is "home", I don't know; But boredom-sadness, all melted in the process.

May there be enough clouds in your life to create a beautiful night.

Mom!

The wind and rain in the sky are coming,

The bird hid in his nest;

The storm in my heart is coming,

I only hide in your arms.

-"Stars"

Another year,

Still blowing slightly like this,

Can I take another photo?

Spring water quietly thanked me and said: