Celia R Mueller
Bio
Read a million books, travel a million miles
Stories (51/0)
The umbrella that protects the wind and rain
"Tic tic, tic......" For the third time, the alarm rang, I reluctantly got out of the blanket, with that blurred blinking eyes looked at a few hands on the alarm clock, and faintly said, "Uh, eight o'clock." A few seconds later: "Yikes! It's eight o'clock!" The expression immediately changed from just dumbfounded to shocked, quickly put on clothes, and pick up the school bag, towards the direction of the school, all the way to speed.
By Celia R Mueller2 years ago in Earth
Picking up the pieces of happiness
Some people say that happiness is very simple. Yes, happiness is not necessarily grand and amazing, happiness is joy, the simple joy of discovering the beauty of life, which can be touched by just reaching out. With a heart that never grows old, a calm attitude, and a positive mindset, happiness can be picked up everywhere.
By Celia R Mueller2 years ago in Fiction
The ashes of time
Listen to the evening breeze tells the story of the past years. Open the box carrying memories, gently wipe away the dust stains of the old album, the electric cover presented in front of my eyes. When I slowly opened the title page, two or three yellowing photos slipped down to my fingertips.
By Celia R Mueller2 years ago in Fiction
The taste of winter
Already in the depths of winter, more and more fascinating, I'm talking about the mood. Regrettably, there is no snow in Kunming, a few days ago cooling, light rain, and snow, symbolically floating little snowflakes, not much time to stop, eager for the snow-capped winter but did not appear in front of us stunningly.
By Celia R Mueller2 years ago in Earth
Plant a field of early winter snowflakes
Such a winter day is the quietest. Look out the window. No words, silence, for a long time. The heart is crossed by millions of wisps of indefinable feelings, boundlessly floating in the air. I can't touch the thoughts, floating ah, floating in the clouds.
By Celia R Mueller2 years ago in Fiction
Do not wait to look back, youth is no longer
The decadence of youth is alternative, the decadence of youth is indeed short-lived. The train presses the track of time, the clock swings forward in a circle. In the long journey of life, we will always run on their tracks like a train, as a clock turns forward in a circle without complaint. Undoubtedly, this is not possible. In those days associated with youth, how much rebellion and how many fantasies will fill our minds and take us to fly into a different world? However, is the world we are flying to heaven or hell? It depends on whether our soul is positive or negative. This shows that learning to choose is a necessary path for youth.
By Celia R Mueller2 years ago in Fiction
Don't tell others what to do with their lives
I do not know when some articles on the platform are very fond of saying how life is how that kind of life is more dashing, flower arrangement hobbies, efforts to move up, struggle to persist, skills, no matter what is said, the back to add a sentence such a life will be more beautiful and so on blessing.
By Celia R Mueller2 years ago in Fiction
