Outside the window, the white clouds are leisurely, just like the ethereal thoughts, coming and going without direction or restraint. On the side of the window, my eyes drifted to the far direction with the clouds, without any hesitation. Some of them were the yearning overflowing from the bottom of my heart. How many people’s hopes are carried by the river of time, and how many natural miracles are created in the Big Sky. It becomes sunny after the rain, and the air becomes fresh. Looking far away, there is a green ocean looming between buildings. The flowers and plants in the distance will bloom to their fullest after yesterday’s rain, the attachment and love for life spread clearly in the air. A hint of faint scent blows to the nose with the gentle wind, breathing vigorously, smelling the sweetness in the air heartily, and the long-lost heart suddenly appears like a naughty child. What is the interpretation of life? The persistence in the heart has never changed. Leave a hope in the bottom of the heart. Let the sweat of hard work flow on your cheeks. Only when the wind blows and the rain blows can you be stronger. People should keep learning, which means that they are growing constantly. As long as they are in the direction of dreams, one day they will grow into what they want. Sitting quietly in front of the window, I felt unprecedented peace in my heart, looking at the distance unscrupulously, constantly looking for the direction of my dream. The fragrance of the flowers in the distance seemed to come near, touching the softness in the deep of my soul. The flowers were stretching the slender waist, waiting to bloom. The sound of blooming flowers is a kind of hope flowing. It is like the joy of growing up as time goes by, and more like the expectation of strong and mature hope in growing up. Waiting for flowers to bloom in front of the window, what kind of soft intestines is that? The bright sunshine shines on the vast world, and the fragrance of flowers bursts. The noise of the old days corresponds to the joyful words at this time. The clouds are just like the most beautiful woman, staring at her with affectionate and silent eyes, eyes are full of desire for life.

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