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, Swallows flying over the river north and south, she would like to find a peaceful forest, a tree tell a story, a group of curious leaves, and soft ray of sunshine ... ... day after day, year after year ... ... in a downpour the evening, only the wind straight solitary swallow, and finally be able to sing that song the first complete: the , take photos with the taste of the next generation to the next generation? poor sad, forest green have become the documentary, see green, just to enjoy the pandemonium ... ... Who Swallow? School: Beijing XII School; Instructor: Liu Shu Kan scoop composition Square days, gray, as I feel at this moment; rain will pour, and I feel the rain has rhythm. Quite like a rainy day before, and hold a flower J umbrella. To help put on a pair of high boots, Flooded by the rain but now the mood could not find a silver lining to the purpose of this indiscriminate and drifting with the water ... ... in that distant childhood, a trickling stream to flow with,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with me walking in there every sunny days and rain . On that memory bay, warm sunshine, driving the hearts of every trace of displeasure; breeze slowly, blown away in the heavy luggage troubles; the clear stream, every drop of sadness in life to do. So I'm sitting by the river until the last drop of tears fall into the river, my little face crumple. So was his childhood in a small river cleaned up free of dust; every bit of happiness, every ray of happiness have been washed clean clarity; every point to say, every drop was gone and sadness washed. Piece of river is a refuge in my heart to see it, I can find a piece of innocence. But now, the river can no longer old Yan, my thoughts are also touch on every bit of pain in three rivers are born to be landfilled as impeding the road! Familiar fork in that strange place, a winding around the show with a different color Wong Way to replace the stream. Often see it, there is always inexplicable sadness in my heart. I understand that I mourn not only the river, is that part of past, share memories, there is that childhood is full of life and my beautiful fantasy escapism, pure and warm haven to enjoy! Buried it, along with my search for a childhood dream! I told myself. But since that has always been I can use all the lies to the wound anesthesia can be used to dilute all the words with tears, and even philosophy can be used to bury all the pain. But I've failed! I can not fool yourself! I thoroughly defeated by the sad, lost to tears,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but lost his own! I know I want to vent, but I can not understand why I vent. Maybe I was too weak to stand up to some ups and downs of mood; maybe I was too incompetent. Not control the emotional loss; Maybe I make anything of it, it flooded a little bit of pain to; maybe I am not sad, just a few weeks to keep a smile belly swallow the tears of people are Perhaps ... ... feel like wounded birds hovering at the bottom. Weakness into the sky! I gave the I finally understand that he did not usually think of as strong as the mother, it is fragile since I wrapped the sake of camouflage. And now, camouflage completely torn, leaving only candidly reveal the In healing, for fighting the storm, out of the valley, toward the blue sky! Yes, I've been hurt, but this proves true I live,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I live in a world of flesh and blood emotion! need to cheer about it! After all, filling the river cover the fact that only the location away, but my heart still holds the beautiful river scenery childhood! feel hurried footsteps away the rain, warm sunshine aside the clouds, illuminating the entire mood. I pick it a bunch of sun, woven into a square Pago, send the river, that childhood, that period of past gently wrap, put into bags. I believe that no matter when and where their journey in the land,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], opened the package, I can still retrieve the warm sweet childhood - in the river that nurtured the pure world! Schools: Zhejiang Zhuji School; Yuquan Li detached in the thoughts of the soul , and then entered the realm of Chuang Tzu. Ever since, the Chuang Tzu can become a travel calm the fish, a turtle covered in mud splashing into the water three miles of a nine miles of the Peng spread upward. Jiangsu Tong Zhou Jiang a stove Secondary School 27 wrote a world Nang 2Oo. . 3 Man Quotes

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