Night imagination

I opened the window and looked at the colorful fireworks, chewing the loneliness in a foreign land. My once injured heart was aching faintly, so I had to let the overflowing thoughts drift in the wind for eight years. May 12, I was threatened by darkness, when I was threatened by hunger and gave up my life without any choice with my head drooped feebly, the uncle of liberation army propped up a blue sky for me in time. My smile flowed on my face, and my life finally continued. But many of my classmates put down the pen in their hands forever. Those sleepless eyes were endless nostalgia for the sunny world. Life is like a flower, we shouldn’t give up early, youth is precious, we shouldn’t cry, my face is full of sadness. I saw green, orange and white figures shuttling around, and my frightened eyes were somewhat comforted. I also saw many grateful eyes. Soon, my classmates and I grew our confidence into the schoolbag again, and walked into the spacious and bright classroom. Laughter and laughter were still a beautiful scenery on campus. My hometown also has a new look. Now I am working in Henan. Although there are setbacks, I have tempered my strong heart. The boat of life sailed far away with my efforts. The memory was pushed away by the days, but the eager expression of the PLA uncle was still like yesterday. The words encouraging me were still echoing in my ears, and what was more unforgettable was the love gathering in my hometown one by one. I want to repay the love like hot spring with hard work.

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