Sunset, light injury

Sunset, light injury 　
Xia Hui sunset through the leaves, oblique reflected in the window canopies, the transparency of glass thrown a light sparkling, rippling the missing color. 　 小荷作文网 www.zww.cn
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　Gentle wind in my face Fuguo, but I think chilly. First cold … … 　
　　Luori, qianshang 　
　　Sunset, light injury 　
Trying to forget the bottom line of morality does not allow. Want to pick up, and his mind will not cease disputes. Want to cry, tears of hearts already solid into ice. I do not know when, the blue sky became deep. I fear, but always thinking of "helpless" in mind. 　
Autumn whistle, leaves scatter, dim lights and set off a piercing cicadas this sad lonely night. I do not know how many times a person appears to leisurely walk this one path. On the road, you seem to mind pulling me, guiding me in the direction. I can not help but to think, calm water, I began to Dangqi mood comes in waves. 　
Beloved by children 　
At this moment, eyes, mind, mind mapping out the picture of old scenes. 　
Childhood, you have given me the best childhood, you accompanied me every day that now seems happy playing childish games, like to share with each of my hobbies; when I'm down, you come to comfort me , encouraged me, so I had to re-inspire the spirit; when I get high, you also warned me not a little success because of the indifference, the pride of my heart to calm down. You are my best friend! 　
A friend always be separated, however, in that, you left me that day, I learned that you have to leave, do not know to cry several times, the last goodbye … … 　
I first felt the pain of missing. Missing is a helpless, yearning is a pain, yearning to escape a insurmountable. In fact, they are your heart's call, are you really still read the most heart. I think since I can not escape, that I meant to accept it. 　
Gently pull the drawer, like knocking the long-closed heart. Light green album lying quietly in the corner of the drawer to reveal the infinite loneliness and sorrow, striking under the Lillian sad endless. Cold finger, waving photos page by page, as if to pick up with lost Love. Photo has yellowed, time blurred photo of each person's face, has been difficult to differentiate, and made me filled with a melancholy. However, the time may have a superb dramatic skills, it can change people's appearance, can be indifferent to all the good things and objects, but can not erase deep engraved in my heart share of the long and lingering memories. 　
　　Night, we draped over the shoulder, with the number of stars sitting on the grass. I was a little older, clumsy hands up, and several TV drama those many shining stars, and then ask you: "Sister by children, I can count the stars do?" You do not speak, just smiled and bit head, "Little Dream, Come on! sister, and accompany with you a few, 1,2,3,4, … …" 　
Thank you do not kill my innocence. 　
　Flowers shed all, happiness scattered over the floor. 　
Gently bent down, picked up the happiness has been crushed, I still smiled and talked.