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My castle in the air is not necessarily located in the middle of the building, nor does it matter the size of the castle.

It is said to be in the air because the heart can fly here. As for why it is called a pavilion, I can’t explain it. It’s just a feeling. It’s probably because dreams often occur in the attic.

My castle in the air is just a shelter when the rainstorm comes, a windbreak when the wind is raging, a big tree with thick branches and leaves under the scorching sun, and a warm and cozy cabin when it is cold. When I'm tired, I can lie down and take a rest; when I'm tired, I can sit down and take a nap.

My castle in the air can be an empty classroom, but my arrival has added aura and vitality to it. Here, all the troubles are gone, and all the sorrows are stories from hundreds of years ago. At this moment, there is no past or future in my time tunnel, only the present. My world is filled with the wonderfulness of a person.

My castle in the air can be a corner of the balcony under the moonlight. The moonlight pours down like water, wrapping the night in a thick layer of silence and softness. The moonlight is bright, and no matter how impetuous and dark the heart is, it will become extremely bright and bright under her soothing. If the best friend is the best listener and the best person to talk to, then the moon is my best friend. I can talk to her about my grievances and troubles, and share my happiness and excitement with her. In this way, the happiness increases by ten points and the pain decreases by five points. The moon will quietly tell me that no matter what happens tonight, there will still be a brilliant sunrise on the horizon tomorrow.

My castle in the air can be a green grassland on campus. The green grass is like a shade. Every time I lie down with my clothes on, I can feel that my body is extremely light, as if it is floating on the grass. The wind blows with a smile, the grass sings for me, and the flowers dance happily under the leadership of the wind. The wind has gone, but my mind has just been opened by the wind. The wind comes and goes in a hurry. It does not extend the journey because of its popularity, nor shorten it because of being ignored. Can we humans do this without being frightened? Maybe the wind is our best teacher. The grass is green now and the wind is green. It makes my heart green.

My castle in the air can be my dormitory on weekends. A lamp bleaches the four walls, sitting alone in front of the window with a green tea in hand, looking up at the sky, spreading out a page of blue manuscript paper, expressing Lan Lan's thoughts on the pen, and letting Lan Lan's dream sublimate here. If it is a day with drizzle, that would be even better. Accompanied by the faint sound of rain, I can hum a little tune as I like, hold out the graduation album from the past, and remember the benefits of my former classmates. , sighing softly: "When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past?" If it is raining heavily, just put your hands out of the window and let the rain rain down hard. The rainwater flows down the arms and flows all over the body, washing away the stains on the body - both visible and invisible. After every heavy rain, there will be a new and refreshing me.