The sun shone brightly and the sound of silkworms continued as summer holidays continued. If you want to ask, what kind of summer life is brilliant? My answer is: no matter in the day or in the sunny days, can do their own love and meaningful things.
Really, I love summer, not because I hate learning, but I love the summer to ease that my feeling, but in the long summer vacation, I can do my own thing, write your own text, sing their own songs...... All the tired can throw away. At last you can sleep well, jump and laugh wildly. It's a sin to enjoy yourself when you don't enjoy it.
Fun is fun, but immersed in the book, but also to understand the happiness of different. It is only during the summer holidays that we have the opportunity to read more books, but do not have to rush to read. Wander in the sea, sometimes dreaming is a role inside the shuttle in various fantasy world, it seems like fun travel. The word of a Book affects my nerves, and the feeling of being in it is like a dream. Once in a while, I would write down my own words, but I didn't want to write them. Inspiration was a very important thing. Write down after I will weigh slightly, but did not go into too much, because I believe that while inspiration has not vanished to write down the sentences with a real beauty, but not too many changes to make the sentences express the original meaning. The content of the text is usually determined by your own mood. You can vent your dissatisfaction, talk about your own interesting things, and talk about your dreams...... In a word, both appreciation and writing are full of interest.
Fantasy is an exciting thing in literature, but memories can bring you another taste. Summer is a season of memories and wanton flies, especially on rainy days. The gloomy sky, the wild wind, and the cold rain, such a scene will always make people feel depressed, do a lot of things have no energy; at this time it is easy to think in a daze, memories will come up one after another. Think of many things before, former partners, toys of the past, and promises that have been obeyed or never kept. There are a lot of fun, there are a lot of heartache, but at this moment all to a spring, warm in the heart. The past is the past, and there is nothing left. Memories, let me realize, grow up, a lot of things are invisible, can not hear, also can not feel, childhood is really a magical time. Memories, bring people a faint happiness, but also with a faint sadness, and finally is a faint smile. Memories, in fact, really beautiful, very incredible.
My summer vacation is very ordinary, but I still feel it is a splendid life. Although ordinary, but this belongs to me only a brilliant season
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