Chapter 5 Trouble
The moment I walked into the room, I knew I should’ve run away. Because guess what? There was only one available seat, and that was the chair next to Samuel.
I sat down, and scooted away from him as possible. He leaned forward, and whispered into my ear: “Bad luck, for a short guy like you.” I glared at him, and noticed his bruise had gone down a little bit.
About an hour past before
Chapter 4 The Broken Friendship
My team raced across the soccer field. I usually loved physical education, but I wasn’t interested in soccer. Besides, my team was losing anyway. The other team was winning, 3-0. I was the goalie, and the ball was coming close. I swiped out my hands, ready to block it. Well I don’t mind if you say I’m the worst goalie in the world, but here you’ll get why.
My hand felt like i
Chapter 3 The Pool’s Terrors
I biked hard. Down the street, to the square building, inside the red doors. I parked my bike on the bike rack, and then rushed over to see if Samuel was there.
Sure enough, I saw his light brown hair sticking out of the crystal blue water. I scooted over to him, but then stopped. I had to change into my swimming trunks first.
I slowly trudged over and into the hallways. It felt like
Chapter 2 A new friend
Like any other day, the cafeteria was a mad house. Food was being thrown up everywhere, and kids were screaming and running all over the place. I had no friends, because people said I wasn’t “cool” enough. Suddenly, a flash of brown caught my eye. There, in the middle of the lunchroom, was a kid sitting by himself. I gracefully hopped over to him, and then took the seat next to him.
“
Chapter 1 The worksheet
Hi. You might as well know that this is my first day of fourth grade, and my teacher is, well, Mrs. Meaner. I’ve heard rumors about her, and they’re not good. You see, she used to be dentist, and then she quit. Kids say she hides pliers in her desk, and whenever you get in trouble, she pulls one of your teeth out!
As I glance ahead, I see the teacher has already opened the door. I notice
–写于2012母亲节
是她十月怀胎
孕育了我们最初的生命
日夜的照料和哺育
成就了我们健康茁壮的身躯
不停的轻语和呢喃
让我们学会了
世界上最美的语言
她总是满眼怜爱
看着我们从蹒跚步行
到飞奔着冲向世界
随时等待着
在我们回头时
总能扑到最温暖的怀抱
当我们委屈流泪时
妈妈用粗糙的手
轻轻划掉我们脸
你的心思(丝)是如此难明
在我看见你的那一刹那
我就明白我爱上了你
红裙边衬着明黄裙
明黄裙再衬着明眉的你
层层叠叠中
是那么妩媚动人
你的心思(丝)是如此细腻
能时时扣动我的心弦
可心太细的你
让我无法看清楚
此时此刻你在想什么
我多想知道
才能够让我的心
跟着你的一起跳动
April 22, 2012 at 7:05am
美
感觉现在穿越电视剧泛滥,回到古代和一个或几个位高权重的人谈一场恋爱,宣扬所谓的追求爱情。话说现实当中这种人都是工作狂,哪有时间琢磨你的小女儿心思,更别提有时间跟你耳鬓厮磨。我觉得纯粹追求爱情的结果都不是好结果。要不千古流传的爱情故事一个个咋都是悲剧?就是那种求而不得,痛入心扉,
(《我就在那里–雪山》的姐妹篇,今天下午放松一下,终于写完了)
我就在那里
无论你是否感觉得到
我可以千变万化
变云幻雾,
化身潺潺小溪
汇成江河湖泊,
聚成茫茫海洋
但我总是无时无刻不陪伴着你
我藏在你的饭食里
无声无息地补充着你的血液
我滋润着空气
让你远离干燥
我养育着花草
让你周围的世
静静的,我站在那里
千年万年,千万年,
从没挪步
风儿从我的身边拂过,
我只能让身边的树儿
代我打招呼
虽不能跟随你畅游
请你有力气时
捎上我身上最渴望游历的
那些沙粒与尘土
云儿从我的头顶飘过
哪怕看到最美丽的一朵
我也不能追逐
只希望她喜欢上我
停下她欢快的脚步
把我紧紧地拥住
雨儿呀
你总是这
今天某云四十岁了。感觉自己还好年轻呀,咋就四十了?
歪诗一首纪念自己的前半生,大家不要笑我,平生第二次写诗。第一次写诗是在高中的时候,内容不记得了,标题好像是叫“我们是不同世界里的人”,差一点严重影响我的人生轨迹,自此再也不敢写什么诗了,更不敢把写的东西随便摆在桌面上。不过现在