I knelt down with the story of the sky for a good reward!

Youyou Paradise, since ancient times, she has been poeticized by many immigrants. Since then, she has become synonymous with beauty. And people who often look up to her are romantic and simple.

However, today's sky is pressing, and a cloud seems to be stained with light ink, but it is not angry at all. The Chinese New Year is coming, and every household is very busy, hosting banquets and visiting relatives and friends, which seems to be very happy. The wind on the road is very strong, and the industrial zone has a unique industrial flavor, which is very uncomfortable.

I looked up again, but I didn't like looking up at the sky. Uneven wires are densely distributed overhead, and the sky is not beautiful anyway. The line of sight squeezed through the dense wires, and I looked at the gloomy sky. Freedom? Ha ha! I laughed very cold.

Suddenly, my nose is sore. I don't know how long it has been, but it's been a long time. My mother and I quarreled again. The reason is that I failed in the final exam. Maybe, on that day, I shouldn't tell the truth. I was stupid enough to think that my mother had accepted my statement that "grades are not everything". Perhaps the concept of "score is everything" has been deeply rooted in parents' hearts. I think we can have a good year only if we do well in the exam! I have no happiness to enjoy this year's Spring Festival.

I suddenly found myself wearing a hat, gave a wry smile and felt cold. Take off your hat and continue to walk alone in the wind. I know that no matter how I walk, I can't escape this day.

Unconsciously came here again-this is my hometown. I lived here when I was young, and later I moved into the industrial zone because of the need of factory expansion. It's rented to a few kind outsiders, but the second floor is not rented out. Quietly on the second floor, came to the computer desk.

I like it here very much, not only because there are no constraints, but also because there are mountains, parks and chapels behind it-the air is fresh and the environment is beautiful. Also, there are many puppies here. They always greet me warmly by wagging their tails. I know, this wonderful childhood memory-brisk footsteps, gurgling sound of running water, hearty laughter ... I have forgotten it all.

What I remember vividly is that summer night. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, and my heart is drunk against the setting sun. The morning star faded out quietly, and neighbors moved out of stools to enjoy the cool, talking and laughing. I also learned to count the stars simply from the children and a few friends in the textbook. Occasionally, a plane flies by and always passes by a beach of seagulls. I can't imagine how surprised we were at that time.

But unconsciously, I don't know when, I have no feelings of looking up at the sky, just silently immersed in the sea of books, although this makes me physically and mentally exhausted.

I know I will never see such a beautiful sky again, whether here, in the industrial zone or in office. Only occasionally to the full moon and classmates coldly ridicule the endless nonsense: "The moon is so round tonight! Why is the moon so round? Because she is round. " Hehe, cold.

The computer has been turned on, and I tapped on the keyboard with my frozen hands-writing the truest self. Jane Zhang's song "G

Sadness in major haunts my ears and is very sad. Suddenly, a sour ripple appeared in my heart. I looked at the sky outside the window again and smiled. ......