As if it was a bright spring morning, the bright sun splashed its glow on my face proudly, causing a warm and gorgeous feeling; The fresh breeze blew my clothes, like my mother’s warm breath blowing my hands. Experiencing the struggle of success again and again, the entanglement with failure and the painful suffering; Feeling the ecstasy of winning the championship again and again, the rising of the five-star red flag proudly and excitedly. Here, we will not stick to the imprisonment of fate, nor listen to the mercy of fate, and strive to knock its mysterious door. Maybe there will be peaks turning around and holes opening a new world. People smile and sing the songs of life. This is also a garden. Athletes are the flowers in this garden, and they are doing their dreams here. There is also rain and wind crazily here, and the dreams of flowers are undergoing baptism here. The rain washed away the dust and glitter of dreams, and deposited into the thick history. Warm red, calm blue, and bitter white and purple are all presented in front of my eyes like splendid, with their own luster hidden deep into the secluded time. Is it the sleepy Fang Chun? Liu Xiang, who carried more dreams of Chinese people, fell down in the Olympic Games. Was it because he was worried about the sale of Fangchun? Li Na, the top tennis star in the world, did not rush into the top ten-the trickle east wind only blew a wisp of hungry flowers; The misty rain diluted the strong fragrance in the garden. However, the Spring Garden with the smell of damp grass and the taste of soil also sent some newly inserted seedlings, young wheat seedlings, and fresh steam of shady willows from time to time, ye Shiwen, a 16-year-old Chinese swimming player, won the championship easily. Chinese table tennis players once again won all the table tennis medals without any suspense, which strongly stimulated people’s nose view. I looked at it with my eyes and ears, nose, tongue, body; I also sang the birds flying away with my heart, leaving a wonderful song; The thunderstorm passed away, leaving colorful neon lights in the sky; the Olympic flame was lit, and the outstanding character left to the world filled the sky above us like silver pear flowers.

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In autumn, a lonely figure appeared on a cold road in the cold wind. There was no expression on his face. At this moment, he was already detached, even he himself could not know what on earth he was doing. The cold wind was still the same, and the loneliness was still the same. This ruthless wind did not pity this unfortunate son at all. It blew his originally thin clothes up, and the cold wind blew his face more pale, but at this moment, he seemed to have no feeling for all this, and let the cold wind erode himself. Just before this moment, he was a lively and happy young man, but because of his girlfriend’s simple break-up just now, he became like this. At that moment, everything changed. The Originally blue sky was no longer there, and the emerald lawn in front of me turned into pale green. What can he do? He can only stand alone on this deserted road, just like a body, without knowing where to move, for a man whose heart is dead, everything is meaningless to him. The memories of the two were shown in his mind again and again like movies. The clear picture seemed to be in front of him, but all this had ended as early as the last moment. Yes, everything seems to be particularly short-lived. At this moment, there is no tenderness in the Young’s eyes. At a loss, fantasy is all his emotions at this moment. How eager he was that all this was his dream. Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. No matter how he fancied, all these were reality after all. No one could change them, including the old man of time. Even if time could be reversed, what would happen would still happen, no one can change it. Emotion is really the master of human beings. It makes people happy and sad. The only difference between human beings and animals is emotion, but it is also emotion that makes us as human beings live more complicated. We always want to escape from unhappiness, but it is not in your expectation. We are always easily led by emotions. The so-called authorities are fascinated and bystanders are clear. We can easily see what others have done and make our own objective evaluation. However, once we are deeply involved in it, they would be in a mess, lose their own principles, and could not make the most objective and impartial judgment on their own affairs. The same was true for that boy. The emotion of falling out of love occupied his brain, which was full of the pain of losing a girl. However, maybe he should recover that girl and reignite his spiritual motivation instead of being decadent like this, and maybe he can find new spiritual goals. In short, escaping is not the best way to solve the problem. However, this is just my idea. That boy is not. He is occupied by those so-called emotions. Can he come up with this question at this moment? Maybe we should give all this to time……

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