I remember it was Sunday afternoon. I still have a diary to write, and my mother nagged me to write it quickly, and I have to go to school tomorrow. I said, "I want to check the information." Then I went into the study to check the information. I got bored when I checked, and suddenly I remembered that my classmate said there was a new elf in the sail. "Otherwise, secretly look, will it be a rare elf!" I said to myself. But then I thought: will my mother suddenly jump out of any corner and catch me red-handed? Oh, no, no, I'm just looking. Mom won't know. After a fierce ideological struggle, I was captured by the playful side. I carefully clicked on the game website and looked out from time to time for fear that my mother would kill me. At this time, my heart is 15 bucket to draw water-so anxious, but fortunately my mother didn't come. "Wow, what a rare elf!" I almost cried for joy. Gradually, the more I play, the more fascinated I am, forgetting that my mother may appear at any time. "Pa" I feel my face numb. It turned out that my mother found me playing computer and slapped me. "Bai Li, I believe you, that's why I ask you to check the information. I didn't expect you to come ... alas, "my mother said with tears." I also cried and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. This is the first time and the last time. Please forgive me. " Mother said excitedly, "Well, I'll trust you again."
Mom, thank you for forgiving me and giving me a chance to choose again. Let me learn a lot of things that are beneficial to me through the computer, which is of great help to my future road. Since then, I have never looked up information while playing games.
A beautiful mistake
If there is no rain scattered in the dreamy south of the Yangtze River, the shade of green is vivid in the eyes, as charming as landscape painting, and the knockers on both sides of Qingshi Street are embroidered with verdigris. ...
You sit sideways by the window and listen carefully. It is the dripping rain that beats your heart. At this time, your face is printed with the trace of time passing in a hurry, and there are soft waves full of hope in your eyes, waiting for him who has been wandering in your heart for many years.
It's just how do you know if he has turned into a cloud on the horizon at this time. The days waiting for him are real, but they have turned into faint songs; Looking back at the dusk when he knocked at the door in the sunset, how few are there, and how long and tortuous it is to wait for him to step into the house. ...
I stepped into Jiangnan when I was uncertain. In fact, I have already stepped into Jiangnan in March, but the east wind didn't come, so catkins had to wait alone. The surface of the pool is a confused, sticky and cold fog, which floats slowly in the air and has obvious light waves. The waves carry endless melancholy and sublimate into melancholy wandering between heaven and earth. The horse slowly moved forward, and the lonely hoofbeat broke the silence of Jiangnan. It's just that the hoofbeat is dull and ordinary to me as a prodigal son, but it's expected and tense to you. Your trembling hands pushed open the window sash that had been silent for many years, and a face full of expectation came into my eyes, accompanied by disordered breathing and slightly trembling lips. Your shining smile is like a card full of water drops, but time doesn't stop at this moment. The light of hope flashed across the sky, but it disappeared too quickly, and your lost window closed tightly. "Tick-tock" leaves fell heavily into the pond, and the ripples were scattered and lost.
Outside the window, you sighed softly, facing yourself, facing him who doesn't know where he is, you chose to wait.
Outside the window, I bowed my head slightly, feeling guilty. "My horseshoe is a beautiful mistake", so, is it also a beautiful mistake for you to open the window sash?
Is that enough?