? One day, the angel lost a colorful feather. It drifted away from the castle and fell into the river. I woke up in the morning and suddenly found that feather dancing in my palm. From then on, I became an "angel of happiness" outside the city.
My home is like a plane that has just set sail. My father, mother, grandfather, grandmother and I are all passengers on this plane. The laughter and laughter between us became a string of jewels, which are treasured in my memory. The stumbling between us turned into a faint mist, which pervaded my growth; Everything between us will become eternal memories, accompanying me through a spring, summer, autumn and winter.
During the whole flight of the plane, there were both bitterness and sweetness. Now that you have chosen, you must go forward and fly to your destination. No one will change to another flight halfway.
Class six is my second home. Every classmate in my family is an "angel of the same age" around me. In the early morning sunshine, we held hands. In the storm, we walked side by side. The teacher is the patron saint, and she pays attention to the growth of angels all the time. Sometimes, angels will misunderstand the patron saint, regard her as the object of hatred, spread their wings and quickly get rid of her "bondage" until one day, angels really. Only then did I realize that the sky outside the sky was not as blue as I thought. People outside the sky are not as kind as they dreamed. The helpless angel remembered the patron saint again. Only then did I understand that only she would water the soil of love with her heart. Only she can radiate the sunshine of love in the cold winter; Only she is willing to break her wings and let us fly. No matter the wind and rain, no matter the thorns, I always believe that my "home" is a paradise of love.
? With love, the season of falling flowers will also be filled with fragrance;
With love, rainy nights can also penetrate into the moonlight;
With love, there is always hope in my heart.