the backlog of gloomy mind slipped away quietly

behind, stumbled find direction, find the way out, only that the country's primary shelter me, As a result no longer able to go. See the earth coming and going, the lights dim, bees cluster butterfly owner, a young heart can not help but be throbbing, there is an urge to go out, but the reality of life in this network, how can not evade the past. Make a young heart and sometimes in the wind, sometimes in the rain, sometimes in the mountains, but when falling into the abyss. Look both inside and outside the Red, a sense of changing the world state. Be like this, like that, tell the thoughts surrounded. Thought to be in the clear autumn's cool breeze in the sink, the mind seems to be in this lonely lost in the night sky. Night is getting stronger, the window, murmuring water of the music became my pillow, cold night of moon and stars inlaid my window, my heart is still cold as the night, just waiting for sleep. Footsteps in twos and threes, laughing like a string of Yingling, disturbed my dreams, listen to them, that I am familiar with children's voices, eyes open, bright, bright light shone through the curtains, there is a warm warm feeling. Hiss hiss pull pull saw cried, must be in the school playground to play on a pile of firewood, I seem to smell the smoke flavor, cook some busy aunt had just cut their own vegetable garden picking green gourd, red tomatoes, eggplant purple hanging dew children, preparing natural breakfast. Get up, wear your favorite autumn plaid skirt with purple hair slightly curled ribbons in a bow on the beam. Open the door, shining sun illuminate the entire valley, mountains, the campus, leaves, people's faces, painted a golden light, I just feel all the clarity boundless. Children to the school in the branches of Hibiscus bloom last gorgeous, green bamboo that Tada's dancing in the wind, teachers ready to go, filled with good-natured laugh, everything, are to meet the children. That figure jumps on the campus shuttle, everything looked so vibrant. The children came, was accompanied to the elderly grandparents, and most parents work outside the home, these few large eleven-year-old son, a small seven-year-old, have come to the school accommodation, looking at those colorful quilt, there is a feeling of heartache, this is the left-behind children. Young age, no parents around, enjoy the deserved love, prematurely tasted the ups and downs of life. Whenever this time, I feel the significance of their work, and even the value of living, giving these children more love. The first day of September, opening day, when you see the mountains, the sun and children, the backlog of gloomy mind slipped away quietly, heart inexplicable abundance up. Thank the children, thank God for giving me this side landscape, as well as this autumn's sun. Blossoming flowers in full bloom under the autumn sun, it is the children bright smile, this autumn sun clarity, quiet, warm, but can not be eternal. I deeply Ju Yipeng, on the heart, in the dark and damp breeding ground for the night, warm yourself, and I am the light of each child. Give me a country, give me a school, give me a class, give me a group of innocent children. I accompanied them to see with white flowers, red moon, listening to the river gurgling frogs again and again, chanting Lili of the original on a dry grass-year-old wing ... ...
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