Olivia Phillips
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We have only one earth
I love the moon, her purity, her mystery, and her eternity. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I sat in my crib in the courtyard after dinner and quietly waited for the moon to come. After a while, the moon sister quietly revealed her round smiling face, looking down on the vast earth. Everything in the countryside seemed to be covered with a thin layer of sand by the moon, like a realistic jade sculpture, solemn and beautiful. My sister came over and took us by the hand and told us the story of "Change running to the moon".
By Olivia Phillips3 years ago in Earth
Lantern Festival
The Lantern Festival has long passed, but I can't forget that day. Once the Lantern arrives, the start of the school year also means to come. I do not dread school, but rather more like, not love learning people and friends get together to discuss, will also suddenly feel that the original study is so happy thing, in short, I can not leave the collective, I aspire to just lively and simple group life. The night before I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, I couldn't see a single bright light, oh, I moved rooms, this room is much smaller than the original, with no windows, almost nothing, only the desk and bench that just arrived. Lying flat on my fluffy crib, I kept thinking outside, why is there no moon in winter? Maybe the moon is hanging in the snowy pine branches at the moment, but I can't see it, the darkness keeps me away from the noise, from the sound, and from the moon, which is also lonely for me. Oh, moon, when you are not noticed, when you do not listen to people, you are not very lonely! Yes, I am as lonely as you are. Before I went to bed, I read a little romance novel, and I've been so busy this time, wading through my grandmother's house and my mother's house. Now that I'm finally relaxed, the best way to enjoy myself is to do what I love. Yes, I suddenly thought of this sentence: in fact, people will read boring books only when they are lonely, because they want to pass this empty time, not waste, is to try their best to dare them to hurry past, hurry away, when what 'time is money, waste of time is equal to murder and so on is a bunch of annoying words. I thought of Lulu's essay, indeed, the moon in love with the sun is a painful thing, just like the men and women in this romance, love so hard, love so worried. There is no way, does love need a reason? It is a wonderful feeling from the heart, romantic, warm, happy, even if divided in the north and south of the world, looking back on the sweet once there will be a big smile. Oh, the moon, I can finally appreciate the anguish when you can't see the dear sun when it's on the other side, you've been alone, I'm just like you, also thinking of the beloved alone. I told my mother that I do not like to drink water, but she preferred me to drink more at bedtime, saying to strengthen the body and grow. Depressed, the function of water is not too much, the new green road: water is a tasteless liquid. But in my sense of smell, it has a special taste, so I hate, the teacher to the "water" of the lesson said, people do not drink water a day will not hold up, I stood up straight to retort, "teacher do you believe, I do not drink water for a week as alive", the teacher a stunned face! This is not a casual remark, I really can not drink water for a week, except for drinks. I vaguely retain that unpleasant, humiliating memories ...... still in the countryside at that time, and I remember I had a special fever, grandfather said more water will go down, said it poured a large bowl, really smothered. The water was cold and cold grandfather finally handed it over, just warm, I drink the first mouthful of vomit turned skyward. From then on I remembered and knew that I didn't like plain water, and I couldn't accept warm water. Water, water, when you are abandoned by me to be placed on the window, you will not hate me, will not face the moon to complain to it, perhaps the next day, but the first dew spring night the moon is no longer, you should mourn to whom!
By Olivia Phillips3 years ago in Earth
