The wind blew so hard that the trees were blown down. From time to time, the howling sound of the north wind comes to my ears. The sky was very gloomy, and in the evening, heavy snow fell.
I opened the window and leaned quietly in front of it, letting the snowflakes fall on my eyelashes and turn into water droplets. I blinked slightly, and the water droplets crossed my cheeks, and were gradually blown by the cold wind. scattered.
Snow is beautiful. And I had no intention of appreciating the heavy snow. What lingered in my mind was the roar of the class teacher: "If you fail the English test, you don't work hard! How can you pass the high school exam if you are confused all day long..." Yes, I am the whole class I am the poor student sitting at the bottom of the class. I am the poor student who gives the teacher a headache. But I’m working hard, I’m working hard to learn, I’m working hard to memorize, I’m working hard to take exams, I’m also working hard to get their approval, but I still say you’re not working hard. Or am I really not working hard enough?
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the wind hurts my face. I open my mouth slightly, and the snowflakes fall into my mouth and melt on the tip of my tongue, which is a little cool and a little bit... Er astringent. Listening to the paper being blown by the wind, I felt inexplicably melancholy again. Thinking about it carefully, how long has it been since I spread out the paper and recorded my mood? I weakly pulled at the corner of my sore mouth. It turns out that I have spent so much time studying, but I still haven't worked hard enough. Looking at the randomly falling snowflakes, blinking the water droplets on my eyelashes, I penned a pen and wrote casually: I am working hard at the beginning of 2014; I am still working hard at the end of 2014; and I will continue to work hard when 2015 comes. I will keep working hard.
Playing with the paper in your hand, folding it into a paper airplane, thinking silently: It doesn’t matter, keep working hard, one day, they will find that you are working hard all the time. I raised the paper airplane in my hand and threw it into the snow with all my strength. The paper airplane kept spinning in the wind and snow, but it never fell. It danced with the snowflakes, merged with the snowflakes, and was stained by the snowflakes. A corner was wet, but it was still flying until it disappeared from my sight.
Taking a deep breath, the cold air was sucked into my mouth. My heart slowly calmed down, and the distressed emotions were withdrawn from my body bit by bit. It was the paper airplane that carried my bad mood. Did they fly away together? Wipe the water droplets from the corners of your eyes, smile, and work hard tomorrow!
The weather is still so cold, the north wind is still howling, but the snow is getting smaller and smaller. , like countless paper airplanes spinning and flying in the wind. Until finally that special white color disappeared at the end of the sky with the first snow of 2014...
Oh! Goodbye, paper plane!
