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I wonder how long it will take for the stars to dim before they shine again. I don't want to wait until I'm 60 like Halley's comet. Yes, no matter how beautiful the starlight is, we should try our best to catch it.

That summer vacation, I spent that boring holiday, with the bitterness, joy, success and suffering of the past. . . Saying goodbye one by one, I went into battle lightly, and finally, under my "unwilling", I entered high school. This is a door, it will guide me forward. At the door, that different me, staring at the foot, the unknown road. ...

Time flies, fleeting. I've finished the steps that I didn't really integrate into. I didn't get much. But I grew up, but I also became mature. Some people say that the price of growth is the melting of innocence, and the change of mentality is the growth of age. Maybe, just like this, the age will keep getting older, but it will take some time to mature. ...

Miss Yi, does Chun Qing know who is injured? The lonely lamp is old, and the residual wind blows the winter rain. Is it rain or acacia left behind?

It's raining today, and I haven't rested in the dead light at night. The hand holding the pen was shaken by the raindrops coming out of the room. Look around: I am leaning on the low table, surrounded by a "Wang Yang". I am lonely and helpless, longing for a pair of bright hands to save me. Escape from this "ocean", I decided to do something to stay away from the damp and crowded house.

I opened my umbrella and walked aimlessly in the street. ...

There are not many people at eight or nine o'clock in winter night. It's nothing more than people fleeing in panic. They are hiding from the nasty cold rain. The street is cold. Just then, walking around the corner, a few warm words came from behind:

"Come on, be careful of the puddle under your feet."

"Come on, lean on my side, don't get wet."

"Lower your head and put your hands in your pockets. Don't freeze. "

"By the way, have you studied hard at school recently? We must live up to expectations. "

However, for these words, there is only "Oh-". I am determined to see who gives off such warm light on a rainy winter night.

By the dim light of a street lamp. I saw a thin middle-aged woman. One hand is carrying a heavy schoolbag, and the other hand is holding an umbrella that has been tilted for an unknown number. I understand this is a mother who holds her daughter in the palm of her hand. Looking at her drifting back, my eyes are flashing. The puddles in front are still welcoming one after another, crossing the gully of love; It is still raining cats and dogs outside the umbrella, shielding the tendency of love; Her shoulders are still so wet, because of love, she asks for nothing in return, but a warm umbrella for her children.

Heart, is already in tears. ...

I understand in a trance, although there are too many hardships in growing up. Although I will think about giving up, in the course of youth, only constant pursuit will produce the most beautiful flowers!