The star in my heart

Snow, crystal clear; dream, splendid and colorful.

In winter, snowflakes drifted down like willow flakes, covering the earth with a silvery white sarong.

On this dreamy winter day, I got to know it - "Snow Dream".

Snow Warmth

The poetry recital is coming up, and I play the dual role of the host and the reciter. They were like two big mountains, pressing down on my thin shoulders and making me breathless.

With the white paper and the indifferent black letters, the volcano of anger and depression that had built up in my heart finally erupted! "How come I'm no use at all! I can't even recite this!" I clenched my fist and pounded on my desk with anger.

Suddenly, the radio came on the melodious piano music, the silvery notes like a stream gurgling out, sometimes jumping, sometimes soothing; sometimes happy, sometimes sad, shimmering, white as a bright diamond, shining in the light.

Looking out of the window, the snowflakes, like angel feathers, with a dark fragrance of the wind, holding my hand, brought me into the quiet and tranquil world of music. A song ended, and my boredom also faded with the flying pear blossoms.

I picked up the paper that had been crumpled by me, smoothed it again, and straightened, I was surprised to find that the words, which were cold earlier, became warm all of a sudden, and I could not help but be intoxicated by it ......

The heart is true

The lights were flashing, the music was picking up, and the gray microphone was facing me. I stood in front of the lectern, and for a moment, the familiar verses seemed to have been forgotten, and there was only a blanket of green in front of me.

"Why do I get nervous when I get on stage? Don't I have a lot of experience in hosting?" I asked myself over and over again, and my palms were sweating.

The magical music rang in my ears once again, and I could see the red sun in the morning breaking through the clouds and shining brightly on the originally gloomy snowfield, the branches of the trees were swaying, the streams were flowing quietly, and the small animals were jumping and running in the snow.

With the soothing melody of the music, my blank brain was refilled with verses, and my courageous mind was refilled with confidence! I recited it loudly, interpreted it passionately, and indulged in it happily ......

"I got on the train to spring, in the spring with a snow ......" the beautiful voice spread to every corner of the campus, I was in the warm applause, towards the other side of success, the applause like words of praise, make my heart surging, heart light I was so happy.

Mention

On the bus back home, the partners discussed their topics, and the proud me thought they were a green leaf, always supporting me, a delicate red flower, so I was not interested in participating in their boring topics. I took out my headphones and listened to the "Snow Dream" that gave me so much, and it was such a beautiful piece of music! White and flawless, crystal clear. At the climax, I felt as if the main character was as pleased with himself as I was, but the climax was short and brief. All of a sudden, the music became heavy, and the main character fell into a low point of life. Outside the window, snowflakes are falling again.

It sublimated in the soft gaze of the sun, into the blue sky, into a tranquil dream.

When the song ended, I suddenly understood a profound truth: life has a spring breeze, of course, there will also be sinking sands ......

After that, I never mentioned the poetry recital again. Because I knew that mentioning it would rekindle the flame of pride that had just been extinguished ......

The moonlight is like water, quietly sprinkling on the earth, giving the earth a silvery gray sarong. The bright stars of the night appeared, bright and dark, like a jewel, like a grain of pearl. They give guidance to the people with their shimmering light. And that pure "Dream of Snow" becomes the brightest star, hanging forever in the galaxy of my memory, showing me the way!