Guildwars 2
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23.11.2019 01:59
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Time passes and the seasons change. Every flower blooms in the seasons that belong to them. I firmly believe that I will definitely have my own season. From small to large, I lived in the shadow of my cousin. Her chess and calligraphy are all well-versed, and the numbers and English are coming. She is the peak that I can never climb. But I am not willing to be young, I asked my mother to give me the same interest class as my cousin. Since I can't surpass it Parliament Cigarettes, then at least I have to be equal. So young, I started to live with the stars. Walking between the buildings every week, I am struggling in one interest after another. Everything I did was just to get rid of that shadow. But I was wrong. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get out of that shadow. I don't know why the cousin draws vividly, and I only paint the animals as monsters; I don't know why the so dry notes will become a wonderful piece of music in her hands, but in my hands it is still monotonous. "Come" and "Mi"; I don't know why she can fluently write answers to the Olympiad characters with strange symbols, and I will only wonder if a person standing by the cage can count how many feet are there, but not willing The question of how many chickens there are... She is still the gray time that I can only look up to, and all my failures come one after another. I feel that I am nothing. I am like an eagle that has lost its wings. I have dreamed of flying high and low again and again, in exchange for sadness and despair. It was also during that gloomy time that the country grandmother was carrying her little cloth bag. There was also a pot of new gardenia with her. The wicker branches are standing straight, and the thin green leaves stretch out. In the late spring, all kinds of flowers competed with each other, a red, yellow, pink, purple, red, only the pot of gardenia is out of place. It does not bloom, and it shows people in a green body. The peony flower next to it covered it unceremoniously. Seeing the appearance of gardenia, I seem to have seen my own shadow, and I can't help but sigh to my grandmother: "This gardenia can't open flowers like me!" Grandma touched my head with a rough big hand. Laughing and said: "Stupid girl, not yet in the flowering season! Wait, then the flowers are beautiful." After listening to this, I had to smile, my heart was a little cold. Time slipped through the eyes silently. In a blink of an eye, the end of May has already sounded. That day, the sky was so bright that there was no cloud in the air Marlboro Lights, and I was punished by the Austrian teacher, but I couldn��t be happy anyway. Go to the balcony and want to see the sky. But my gaze was attracted by a pot of flowers. That is the gardenia! Its petals stretched out and opened so brightly. The blossoming white flowers, such as a dancer dancing on the green leaves, such as an elf, want to fly high; like a smile, bloom in the sky... light wind blew, faint fragrance came to me. At that moment, I felt the nose was full of flowers, and my heart was full of fragrance. Looking at the gardes been sizzling for months Marlboro Gold, and it��s not anxious. It waits and prepares. Because it knows what is your own season. A pot of gardenia taught me the weekend before my philosophy, and I wasted a good time on things I hated. Because of the Olympiad class, I gave up my loved reading, because I had to finish the paintings arranged by the teacher. I no longer used pens to write about life. Because I was tired of running around in various interest classes, I even forgot that I loved and excelled in reading. ! It turns out that as long as we don��t give up the love of life, we will have our own season. |
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