I have a composition on the sky.

Everyone has his own sky, which allows us to soar in the sky.

My sky is "writing sky", where I can give full play to my writing skills.

No one can make me leave it.

Jing M.Guo, a novelist who writes contemporary fantasy, once said, "Flowers like to write many words. Girls in the rainy season are all lonely girls. "

I agree with this, but there is no denying that girls who write a lot of words are simple and lovely girls, and their inner world is rich and colorful.

In my sky, there is no worry, no battlefield, and everything is in harmony. I write for my hobby, and I want to leave my footprints in this sky.

When I have something happy, I will write it down in my inner language to make my sky more colorful and share happiness with me; When I'm sad

I will write down all my troubles, and my sky will never abandon me. It will enlighten me with my sadness and help me get out of the haze quickly. It's like a good friend of mine. No matter it's sunny or rainy, it will stay with me to shelter me from the wind and rain.

I love my sky, because it makes me stronger and makes my spare time so wonderful.

My other sky

The meaning of life lies in its richness. Behind the clear sky, there are dark clouds and hazy drizzle, which is its charm. Me too. I have another sky.

Every day's homework always gives people a feeling of nervousness and boredom, but on the other hand, it is a relaxed and interesting after-school life, just like the seasoning of life, which makes life colorful and more energetic.

In my spare time, I like to devote myself to the sea of books and be a brave explorer wandering in the sea of books. I will be impressed by Zhuge Liang's cleverness; I will admire Yue Fei's loyalty to the country; Will also be fascinated by Ling Huchong's free and easy elegance. I read Tagore's Warm in the Sun. Read Lu Xun's profundity in dim light; Read Xin Qiji's Tragic in the Storm. My other sky is full of wisdom.

I also like to walk on the forest path with headphones and feel the ancient rhyme, youthful passion and classic times. Leaves flutter in front of my eyes from time to time, touching my heart, and I can't help singing. After indulging, I looked around timidly for fear of being noticed. My other sky is composed of ethereal music.

I prefer mountain climbing. Standing on the top of the mountain full of hardships, I can't help but have a boiling passion, and the flame of passion burns in my chest. It's really "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", which also makes me deeply realize that "the mountains are full and the sea is satisfied", and all my troubles are empty. My other sky also interprets the heroic and ethereal spirit of "the top of a brainwave".

My other sky is colorful, and there is no worry in her memory, only happiness.

There is a lively and carefree soul boy hidden in the real sky, always smiling and jumping, which is my other sky.

Another sky that can best carry my dreams is snow-white drawing paper. It is a magic pen that depicts dreams.

Pencils disappear one by one, which is the passage of time; White paper piles up like a mountain; That's proof of memory. I like painting since I was a child, and I like to leave my own handwriting. I also dream of becoming a painter in the future. But there is such a big gap between reality and dreams, so I haven't learned painting, and the seeds are like this, and they don't sprout any more ... But at least, I can regard it as a hobby, just because I love painting, and there is nothing wrong with painting, although I am growing up and the ocean of dreams is ebbing.

But the sky is still clear. Here, I have become a bird. I have been waiting for it and will never forget it. Winter goes and summer comes, and flowers bloom. I am glad that I have a brush to accompany me through these years. I no longer expect to have a magic pen that paints everything, because in my eyes, any pen that is being painted is magical, because different things will be born: unyielding soul, beautiful scenery, playful elves, and even funny footprints ... these are my magic; This is my world!

Some people say that the world is black and white, and I say that the world is magnificent; Some people say that black and white will mix into gray. I said gray can be beautiful. In the world of painting, everything is beautiful and bizarre. No matter Van Gogh, Picasso or Leonardo da Vinci, I prefer to read my own works. After all, it was a quiet, comfortable, leisurely and quiet time, and there were no surprises in the courtyard. This is my ideal world. When you are happy, you will associate beautiful scenery with sunshine; When you are lost, you also add hope with rain; When thinking, daub your wings with knowledge; When you are sad, draw a hut to recuperate ... you can draw without thinking about anything; When painting, my heart is always rekindled with hope. Why enjoy it, why full of fantasy, because it is my hobby? No, because this is my dream! ! !

I have never forgotten my dream. Only seeds have the hope of germination. This is my dream sky, and I can soar to my heart's content. Pick up the brush and you will have strength. When you spread out the drawing paper, you will have hope. You don't care how much you pay, you only care about your own growth. Everything, just because of dreams. ...

There, there is my world, my story and my dream; There, express everything silently on paper with a pen; There, where I fly, my other sky!