Agreement is an oath, agreement is a promise, and your agreement has expired-inscription.
Walking on the country road, gray days, gray mood, gray me. Looking at the tall pear tree in front of me, I remembered my agreement with you.
"Xiaoyue, let's plant a pear seedling together and plant it in front of our house." /kloc-Grandpa was very kind 0/0 years ago.
"Yes, the sapling is so fragile, I must protect it!" My immature voice echoed in the air.
"Yes, this tree, like my abortion, needs protection. Grandpa is your patron saint. Now that you and Xiao Shu are still young, you don't need grandpa's protection when you grow up. " Grandpa looked at the tree, then at me, and said meaningfully.
"No, I always wanted Grandpa to protect me."
"Well, when Xiaoyue grows up, you can protect grandpa, and this pear tree seedling will protect my Xiaoyue instead of me."
"Let's call it a' protection tree'."
"well, let's call it' protection tree'." Grandpa dotes on me.
The saplings also rustled, as if they had agreed to the appointment.
/kloc-I was so happy 0/0 years ago. I wish time could stop at this moment, but it won't. ...
Trees, grow up, grow tall.
I am grown up and sensible.
10 years passed quickly, but I never had a chance to protect my grandfather again. Looking at' protecting the tree', it seems that there is nothing, and my mind is full of grandpa's voice. ...
"When Xiaoyue grows up to protect grandpa, this pear tree seedling will protect my Xiaoyue instead of me."
"This pear tree seedling protects me from miscarriage instead of me."
"Protect me from abortion, not me."
"Protect me from abortion."
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Tears stream down, I struggled under the tree, and choked up:
"Grandpa, your agreement with me didn't come true!"
Let the wind blow my wet cheeks, and the' protection tree' also makes a rustling sound. Come and cry with me!
"Grandpa, have you forgotten that I have an appointment with you?"
This agreement, the tree will not forget.
I won't forget this appointment.
Grandpa, how did you forget?
An agreement is an oath, an agreement is a promise, and my agreement with you has disappeared. -P.S.
I have an appointment with my life.
I watched the minutes go by, just like my life, just like the old man's life, just like those nightmares. When I woke up, I was always awake, facing the low roof and remembering the way I came. ...
I don't have the courage to record every bit of my life, just like I'm afraid of knowing who was calculated by whom one day, because I know that no one can calculate himself, but after all, he was calculated by himself. Just like those persistent thoughts, a grain of salt fell on the festering place of my life, which made me feel pain and even shame. Sometimes I can't bear to look up at my face, just like I can't bear to look at my heart.
The change of life has invaded ordinary life, but it shows unbearable pain. This is why I am ashamed. Two years later, when I am 30 years old, what can I do? Such worries will appear out of place no matter what occasion. I will pull my happy heart back and tell you that life should not be like this.
I don't know what happened, but it was deep. Years of feelings have played an excessively important role in life. I lost a lot of things because of worry. I feel sorry for others, I feel wronged. This result is regrettable. In my obsession, people's hearts should be much older. Looking at each other's strange costumes, I feel that life should be far away. Such sensitivity immediately brings tears, a bosom friend is hard to find, and a lover has gone. It is difficult to combine the two. Before, I was too greedy.
In impetuous days, cigarettes have become a necessity to relieve anger, anxiety and uneasiness. Unfortunately, it is useless to think too much about life, and it is often pushed into the abyss of nihilism. How should people live and how should they live? There are too many questions to think about, sometimes open-minded and sometimes pessimistic, too small and too weak. Longing for the distance but afraid of being abandoned, longing for peace but hard to leave the world of mortals, wearing beads and holding Buddhist books, how can you have an epiphany? In the bustling crowd, you are afraid of being an alien. In a crazy world, you are worried that holding a book is too slow to be peaceful, and you will be flustered if you put it down. Great anxiety surrounds you. There are panic and temptation in the footsteps of going back and forth. Look sideways, and you are faced with the fear that you can't give up. This is terrible.
Talking to death every night, I feel happy when I see the old man's aging body, aging heart and aging brain. This joy can last for a few more years. I am willing to trade my life for it. In less than two months, three relatives left at home. The old man lamented that life is impermanent, life and death have a life, not to mention how many people in today's world have achieved a life without religious belief?
How hard we live, lack of rich material, lack of spiritual continuity, lack of courage to face many doubts, and even lack of faith. We grew up in atheism, relying on science to break everything and build everything, but in the end those have nothing to do with ourselves. The minority people are desperately carrying it, not giving in to life and explaining all their disdain. But what is that disdain for, just refusing to get married and degenerate, or flaunting yourself as an epiphany? Finally, we tell ourselves that thing is called self-worth. Oh, that's it. Some people tread on the snowy mountains and loess to find it, while others read a lot of books in seclusion to find it. They wore out their iron shoes, polished their eyes, and then kept looking. They find that they have spent their whole lives, walked into their hearts and walked out of their hearts, and they don't know where to go. ...
Rule 2: You always have a key.
Raindrops fall from the sky just because today is not its day; The palace is luxurious, but you can't open it because it's not your home. Source: composition network find the right location and find your own key.
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Grass yearns for the greatness of poplar, but it is not ashamed of itself, just trying to thrive. Stone admires the towering mountains, but it doesn't sell itself short. It just silently realizes its own ideals.
Everything in the world has its own place and its own key.
Even if it is only a grass, why not become a tall poplar? As long as you realize the value of your existence, it is still meaningful. Although it can't stop the sand from rising, it can also decorate the earth, which is the value of his existence.
Why envy the wealth of others, poverty can also become a pillar; Why marvel at the beauty of others, ugliness can also contribute; Why envy the glory of others? Ordinary people can live a better life.
Everyone's lifestyle is different, and everyone's meaning of survival is different.
It is better to be proud of what you have than to regret what you don't have.
People should live for themselves and have their own thoughts and ways. There is no need to imitate others, because that doesn't necessarily apply to you.
Everyone is unique, and the key he belongs to is naturally unrepeatable.
Life is a road, and there will always be nails; This is a tree. There are always leaves. We don't have to pay too much attention to everything in front of us, because they are ordinary and nothing special. In this way, the difficulty is so ordinary. As long as you have the ability to believe in yourself and stick to it, everything can be overcome.
There are many doors in the world: the door representing success, the door representing friendship, the door representing optimism and the door representing hope ... Of course, every door will have a lock, every lock will have a key, and there will always be a key for yourself. Find your own key and open your own palace with your heart. From now on, you must be confident and self-reliant, work hard for your dreams, and make full use of your keys to open the door to success.
There is a traffic light in my heart.
Running on this tired, muddy and colorful road of life, standing at the first crossroads of life, I got lost and groped for the traffic light.
The hour hand has passed 10. Looking at the test questions sitting like Mount Tai, my upper and lower eyelids are desperately reunited like heteropolar magnets, my head is like a rusty car, and my heart is like the top of Mount Tai, which makes me breathless. Faced with the temptation of sleeping insects and the threat of the sea, I am extremely contradictory. Suddenly, a picture appeared in the compressed nerve: my teacher clasped his hands and smiled red, and his eyes were full of relief and anger. There was a trace of fatigue on his changeable face, then he rubbed his eyes, pressed his nose, shook his head, refreshed himself and started the work he had done and done. Soon, the mountain where the homework was located was leveled ... Suddenly, a force came at me. I stood up, jumped twice, moved twice and picked up a pen like lead. ...
Quarrel with my deskmate for a week. The passion of life has fallen into the abyss, and the classroom spirit is terrible. Broken friendship breaks my heart like a sword, and teachers' serious eyes are more like handfuls of salt sprinkled on broken hearts ... cold war or cold war. Frustrated, I rushed out of the classroom and jumped into the bamboo grove, letting the tears overflow, as if to flow away all the unhappiness with the tears. Suddenly, he magically appeared in front of me, and his serious face in the past seemed very uneasy at the moment. A series of apologies got rid of the dissatisfaction and calmness that was criticized because of the poor state of class. Suddenly, I realized with shame that I was so stupid. Dry your tears, summon up courage and say "I'm sorry" to your deskmate. From now on, we are close to each other.
That day, he mentioned donations. God, it's not the devil's job for me to be timid and feel inferior, okay? The appointed date is coming, and I have to do it if I can't, but as soon as I take the step to the podium, I am trembling and nervous. My heart is like fifteen buckets of water. When I was anxious, his gentle and encouraging eyes passed by the window. Suddenly, a breeze soothed my choppy heart. So, I took a deep breath, smiled and walked generously to the podium. ...
When I am tired, the green light tells me what to do and how to do it; When confused, the red light reminds me what to put down and how to put it down; When I cringe, the traffic lights remind me to be confident and give me endless courage and strength. Thank you, the traffic light in my heart.
The third article 2:
In reality, traffic lights are traffic laws, green lights mean to start, and red lights mean to ban. The traffic lights in my heart are thought control lights and a ruler to measure human nature; It tells us what is right and what is wrong.
On a snowy morning after winter, two deaf-mute people grabbed the bus in front of me while gesturing, as if scrambling to get the bus card for each other. Then I heard the driver say, "Those two passengers who didn't punch in, please punch in or pay." The two girls have walked near the back door, so they didn't come back. I said, "I just saw them gesticulating. They are deaf and dumb, and they have just punched in. " The driver said, "I didn't hear the sound of swiping the card!" " ""Don't play dumb, so you can take a bus for nothing! " This is what a fat woman standing next to the driver said. The people in the car whispered to each other and looked at the two girls with nonchalant smiles. With a brake, the traffic lights at the intersection turned red. I am angry because of the injustice of two deaf-mute sisters staring at the fat woman behind me, and even more because of disrespect and discrimination against the disabled. Even the red light implies that "putting makeup on women" is wrong. I turned to the driver and said, "driver, if you didn't hear that punch just now, I'm willing to make it up to them, okay?" "Before I got on the bus, I saw them punching each other. If they know they didn't play the cards, they will come back to make up. " "Classmate, if so, forget it. They didn't mean it. Thank you! " The driver answered quickly. I thought to myself, there are still many good people. So he said, "thank you, uncle, for trusting me and understanding them!" " ""anyone may encounter difficulties, not to mention they don't know! " The driver then said. At this time, the "makeup artist" turned around awkwardly and looked out of the window. With the sound of "Ding Dong", I calmly got off the bus, just as the green light at another intersection lit up. Looking at the car driving slowly on the snowy road, I feel a kind of joy spreading and I feel so happy. Because the green light in my heart told me that I did the right thing today, although it was a small matter.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Sometimes, even if there is light on the road, there is no light without light in my heart; There are no lights on the road. As long as there are lights in the heart, there will be lights of order and morality. Society needs traffic lights on each of us, so that no matter how long the road is, no matter how difficult it is, it will be smooth sailing.
Article 4: Start with a smile.
Smile is rain and dew, which moistens the earth; Smile is sunshine, bathing the forest; Smile is the spring breeze, blowing willows ... from the beginning of smile, let life be full of brilliance!
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The cool breeze blows gently, and I am walking in the wind, and my heart is confused!
I did badly in the final exam, so I'm embarrassed to meet my family. At the moment, I just want to find a gap to get in and never come out again. ...
I don't know how long it took, but it was getting late. I walked around the community, accompanied by only strangers and wandering winds. At this time, a motorcycle is coming in the distance, and it is about to hit. I don't know anything. At the critical moment, a warm and powerful hand pulled me away. When I just realized, the motorcycle had gone away, and standing beside me was a eldest brother in his twenties. He smiled and said to me: "Be careful, be more careful in the future, don't be dangerous!" "
I don't know why, I gained confidence from his smile. Failure is nothing. As long as I work hard, I will succeed in the next exam!
Big brother looked at me and stared at him for a long time, and then said to me, "Little sister, if you don't come home so late, your family will be worried!" " "Yes, it's late. Time to go home! I sighed lightly and said, "Thank you, I should go home. Goodbye! " "
I looked up at the sky, and the cold wind dispersed the clouds, and the moon hung in the sky in a curved way. It's beautiful. I cut my hair, looked up again and said silently, "Cheer up, I want to make tomorrow better!" " "
Now, I prefer to give others a faint smile. I know this smile will make people stronger and braver!
Start with a smile and pave your own "Avenue of Stars" for those who need to be strong and confident.
Set off with a smile,
Let life be full of brilliance!
Chapter 5: Life segments reflecting growth and progress.
Theme: growth needs
I know that when I came into this world, I should live a good life. But the feeling of being alive, sometimes very tired.
It happened that I saw my parents' faces in my fantasy, but I found myself pale and haggard in the mirror. Now, I lie quietly in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and waiting. No sadness, no sigh, everything is a little tired. My life goes on in this state.
Because the outside world is as gloomy as I know, because there is nothing outside except continuous rain and fierce light, because I have no strength to go outside now. I haven't eaten for two days: weekend, mood, still really disgusting.
My father just came back, took a look at me, said a few words about health and left in a hurry. As soon as he leaves, I need to stay alone in this room. Many days, my home is cold and lonely. On the eaves, there is a net made of dust. Under the eaves, I am caught in the net.
My nose has a feeling that liquid is coming out again. Many times, I turn my head back and don't want to see it, but when I do, I will smell the fish again. After an accident a few years ago, I was afraid to tell my parents about this symptom. Afraid of being sad, afraid of breaking their hearts I have no signs of cancer. It will coagulate when it comes out. I don't doubt that this will happen today and I will visit again tomorrow.
It's so lonely, so I choose to leave my empty body and escape bit by bit. I understand it as my own feelings.
Mom and Dad, I didn't know how important it is to have a family reunion until I came back. I know I don't look well these days, which worries you. I don't want this either. Don't always be sensitive to think that my weakness is due to some hidden disease. I have a good life outside, and I have a better life when I get home.
I haven't talked to you for a long time. Now I really want to face you and see you. Didn't you say that once you get hurt, you will think of home and you? Actually, I'm not hurt. After years of willfulness, I realized what was important. I miss you.
Remember that time when I ran away from home when I was a child? You must remember, just to forget and not say it. That was my initial rebellious tendency, and I tried to escape from your arms for the first time. At that moment, there was no shadow of you. I heard the sound of the wind blowing, I heard the crickets chirping in the silent night, and I ran along the road in the dark. I forgot my fatigue because of fear. How far have I run? Why did you run? If I run further, will my parents never find me? I can't stop thinking about these strange random ideas. Be wronged, or try your best to suppress your tears. I want to go back. You must be anxious. What am I proving? Prove that I am not the baby in your eyes. Mom, I hear your voice. You are crying. You are calling my name. I hid by the side of the road and saw a sad expression that you have never seen before. You ride that old bike and make a familiar creak. You have gone far, and I shouted behind: Dad, Mom. Mom, you know what. Jumping into your arms, I found it so warm there. You said off and on: it's all ... your father's fault. He shouldn't hit you. I was in tears at this moment. Mom, I didn't mean to hate my father. I don't know why I did it.
16 years old, I didn't eat for several days after that quarrel with my father. I shut myself in my room, thinking about my father's fierce appearance and wondering if I was his own. At home and at school, I have always been a good boy, but I still have to accept his scolding. I also heard him say-sever the relationship between father and son.
Mom, I know you will secretly deliver food. I said no, but I couldn't help eating at last. That time, I was in the corner of the door and heard my father say, did my son eat? I saw tears in my dad's eyes. Dad, I'm sorry. I said this sentence countless times in my mind, but I didn't have the courage to open that door and apologize to you solemnly.
/kloc-When I was 0/8 years old, I quarreled with my father because I didn't work hard at school. The first exam was like this, and the second exam was still like this. That was the first time I said so many radical words to my father. Mom, you gave me a slap in the face and told me I shouldn't talk to my father like this. I remember it clearly: he is your father. When I was in tears, I found my mother so strange. This is the first time you hit me.
Article 6: Interesting things in summer vacation
The freshest thing in the summer vacation is a trip to the seaside in Qingdao.
When I first arrived at the beach, I was attracted by everything here. Everything is so fresh. The burning sun shines on the beach, which shines like gold. Many children make castles, cakes and roll around in the sand, and have a good time.
At first glance, the blue sea leads to the distance, crisscrossing the sky and disappearing into a very thin line. The cool sea breeze blows from time to time, which is refreshing. At low tide, I walked barefoot into the beach, and the sand was washed flat by the sea. When I stepped on it, countless fine sands slid slowly along the sea, as if thousands of thin hands were stroking your feet. The sun shines on me, but I don't feel a trace of summer heat. All the heat is taken away by the waves.
What impressed me most was that I got on the speedboat and bumped on the sea. In the blink of an eye, I arrived at an unknown island. The island is covered with rocks. Standing on it, I have another feeling. Many people on the island bowed their heads and searched for fish and crabs left at low tide in the potholed pond ... I couldn't help but pick up a shovel and search around, but things were far worse than that. Especially some small fish, only half the size of a grain of rice. When shovels fall, they will disappear in the blink of an eye. Some crabs are even smarter. They hid in a small hole in the rock and tried their best to "fight for a long time" and get a whole bucket of trophies. It was evening and the sun was slowly setting on the horizon. At this time, the sea was much calmer. Under the setting sun, the sea water flows like a golden thread, giving people a feeling of diving into the bottom of the sea and looking for unknown territory.
As night falls, my mood seems very heavy. Looking at the sea, I am reluctant to go. I think I have learned more today than in books! This is also the best, freshest and most meaningful thing in my summer vacation life, which has benefited me a lot and will definitely make my home more beautiful, I mused in my mind.
I hope LZ can be satisfied ~