Summer is unbearably hot. The earth is like a big oven. I have just started from home for less than two minutes, but I am already sweating. "Is coming soon. Hold on. " I thought to myself. So he stumbled forward again. Finally arrived at the destination-under the big tree in the park.
I grabbed the branch and jumped naughtily to the top of the tree. For me at that time, climbing trees was a piece of cake. Sunlight can't penetrate the thick leaves, and naturally, it can't come to my book. In the shade of leaves, I don't have to be bound by the heat, but I wander in the book and let the sun go crazy.
In autumn, that big tree is the ornament of the park. Pale yellow, as if to burn. The autumn wind is bleak and passes through the leaves mercilessly. Suddenly, beautiful yellow butterflies flew all over the sky, slowly drifting to the ground, motionless. I'm worried, but I can only worry.
Sure enough, as I expected, after several windy days and nights, the tree no longer has that dense crown, and it looks so monotonous, leaving only a pale yellow and a sigh on the ground. It stood there like a lonely old man, so tired. I'm disappointed.
In the morning, the birds mumbled something, and I grew up another year. The sunshine in February is always warm. As usual, I found a quiet place to bathe in the sunshine with my book in my arms, and inadvertently saw a bud, tender and crystal clear, emitting the breath of life. I suddenly thought of something and ran to the big tree. I was surprised to find that there were so many buds beside the big tree. They are getting bigger and bigger, dazzling.
Falling red is a heartless thing from time to time, turning into spring mud to protect flowers. "The tree! Dashu, you are one of my books, a book that records many philosophies of life. From this book, I learned a lot about being a man and the value of life. My favorite book-Big Tree.
Close the book and follow the sunshine home.
You are one of my books.
That summer vacation, a white sunny day, a warm rainy day, because of you, time passed so fast that I didn't even think about it, as if it had passed in an instant.
I feel that the summer vacation is so short, and there is always an indescribable sweetness and excitement in my heart, which constantly invades this boy of 14 years old.
It was a crazy time. Under the scorching sun and barren land, a large group of young men are sparse and tireless in playing. And he, a boy of 14 years old, sat quietly in the bamboo forest, and the cool mountain wind blew his focused and excited eyes through the bamboo cracks. It seems that time has frozen here, and the world is silent because of him. On that day, the yellow land was dark and the twilight was four times. 14-year-old boy, still so dedicated and persistent until he put away the last sunset.
Since then, this 14-year-old boy has entered an unusual world. This is a colorful world! A world that makes him linger!
14-year-old boys feel your beauty for the first time. You are beautiful. Such as holding a cup of the clearest moonlight, holding a ray of the warmest afterglow, picking up the hottest burning red leaves and picking a bunch of the most colorful grass. Tinkling like a mountain spring, flowing down and infiltrating into the heart and lungs. As clear as autumn rain, it falls and is cool and pleasant.
For the first time, 14-year-old teenagers are agitated by your tortuous and magnificent historical scene and shocked by the grandeur of history. I was deeply impressed by Dr. Chu's meditation on Zepan and his heroic and regretless death. Wei Wudi pointed the whip to the east, and his heart was magnificent; Tao Yuanming devoted himself to cultivating Long Mu, enjoying Nanshan leisurely, drinking and picking chrysanthemums. Although he was poor, he was happy and carefree. Staring at the vicissitudes of China's history, he shouted for the first time with an eternal voice: It is everyone's responsibility to revitalize China!
/kloc-a boy of 0/4 years old felt sincerity, kindness, sincerity and integrity from you for the first time, and it was deeply rooted in his heart. Take a step back and broaden the horizon; Know a drop, give a bucket; Knowing selflessness and fearlessness, tolerance is priceless; Know that love is the sunshine shining in winter, which warms others and actually warms yourself.
14-year-old teenagers learned to live with a smile. Smile, don't complain that life has given too much hardship, and don't complain that life has too many twists and turns. He knows the poverty in his family, the value of diligence and thrift, and how to pay silently.
14-year-old teenagers know that if there is harvest, there will be sowing; If you succeed, you must work hard and practice. He learned how to overcome difficulties and the pleasure of studying hard. /kloc-at the age of 0/8, he successfully entered the university gate.
/kloc-The 0/4-year-old boy has fallen in love with you since then ... It is the brilliance of your thoughts that shines on his ignorant heart.
That boy 14 years old is me. You are called the magazine-Harvest and October. That summer vacation, I read more than ten thick books about you, you and you.
You are one of my books.
Dissolving the moon, the faint wind, the once gorgeous flowers have long since disappeared, but you are famous in history. -inscription
If you want to ask me who the ancients I admire most, I will not hesitate to tell you that it is Ouyang Xiu. Ouyang Gong, you are a book that has been handed down through the ages. You have been with me for ten years and benefited for life. You are one of my books. I have read you and your admirable freedom. You were once demoted as the magistrate of Chuzhou, and even got a pavilion made by the mountain monk Zhi Xian. If you drink too much wine, you claim that the meaning of drunkenness is not the wine, but the mountains and rivers. "Drunk pavilion, prefect drunk here, Truman in this tour, the people in this feast. "The pleasure of feasting is the wine that ripens the soul." The government and people are very happy, and you can see the advantages of your governance. To you, this free and easy, thousands of years, who can? You are one of my books, reading you and your admirable generosity. As a prime minister, he is in a high position, but he does not forget to care about the country and the people and promote new people. Do you remember that Wang Anshi, a talented young man who was once called "China1/KLOC-0, the greatest reformer of the century" by Lenin, was also hand-picked by you? Later, he was on your right, but you were not jealous at all and tried your best to help him; You gave the "three sows", making their family a star of the times, immortal, and among the top eight in Tang and Song Dynasties. Didn't you also contribute to this? Respect you, this generosity, for thousands of years, who can? You are one of my books, reading you and your admirable talents. Regardless of your masterpiece, your book knowledge alone is admirable. You once said that there were thousands of books at home, and someone asked, "Have you read all these books?" You replied that if you couldn't answer any questions, it wouldn't be called "6 1 laity". The man deliberately took out a dusty book from the shelf and asked you, but you still answered it like a stream, which made people admire. To you, how many people can there be in this kind of talent through the ages? You are one of my books, reading you and your well-known open-mindedness. When you call yourself a laity on June 1st, people ask you, "What is June 1st?" You replied, "There are 1000 volumes of ancient books, a thousands of books, a piano and a game of chess at home, so you always have to buy a pot of wine." People ask, "This is May Day." The drunk smiled and said, "There was an old man in the meantime. This is June 1." Good, good "61 lay", open-minded. Respect you, this kind of open-mindedness, through the ages, who can match? You are a star, a shining star! The romantic figure in the Northern Song Dynasty is not a celestial emperor or a vassal, but you-Ouyang Xiu.
You, you are my book, a book that can never be read; Reading you has a thousand years' taste.
You are one of my books.
Walking on the campus avenue facing the morning light every day, the breath of early summer overflows in the wild jungle on the hillside, like mint wine in a goblet, pouring flowing colors, mellow and fresh, fragrant and refreshing, which together constitute the most beautiful scenery in my heart and write poems of hope and light.
One day I walked with my friends, and it was still this winding road. Small yellow flowers are blooming all over the sky on the hillside, swaying in the wind and dazzling. They are the most typical signs of May on campus. She stood quietly, looking at the endless sea of flowers, lost in thought for a long time, as if to herself: "The conditions for a flower to bloom include not only sunshine and air, but also a butterfly that flies by chance." I looked at her stupefied, and suddenly, I felt a sense of loss, helplessness and sadness. Yes, every flower has to experience an encounter with a butterfly, or die alone in the hot summer. However, all the people on the earth, whether brilliant or lonely, God has no time to care about everyone's fate, does he? At that moment, I seemed to see the book "Poetry of Hope" slam the pages in front of me, and I was lost again.
Because I think of us who have been struggling in the front line of the senior high school entrance examination. Indeed, in this final countdown, everyone is fearlessly sprinting forward. Autumn, winter, spring and summer, the four seasons cycle again. The only constant is that we are immersed in the book of mountains and seas under the shadow of lights. Everyone is a diligent fool, flying around day and night, holding a scroll in his left hand and a pen in his right. We exchanged black handwriting for bright red scores, ups and downs, and watched our progress a little. Everyone is the winner in this contest between red and black. Yes, we have nothing along the way, but we believe in dreams and conquer the future with persistent beliefs. Now, however, when I face the endless sea of golden flowers, I sigh gently. Woye is thousands of miles away, but not every flower can win the favor of butterflies and usher in its own nirvana; Just like us in senior three, no matter how fast we run forward, we may not be able to embrace a perfect ending. I don't want to think about it any more, for fear of breaking a tight string.
For a long time, I still stood on the ground, bowed my head and carefully appreciated the smile of every little yellow flower, and opened it in a daze. It was so cute. Suddenly something seems to hit my heart, and I seem to begin to understand the mystery. Look! Some flowers have embraced the sunshine with open arms, and some flowers have just begun to bloom, eagerly smelling the summer sunshine and indulging in the cool morning light. Every flower is trying to grow and bloom, which embodies the positive energy of life. I think I understand that every bloom is no accident. It is precisely because flowers have been brave and prosperous in the wind and rain that they have the opportunity to meet butterflies. Only when we persistently pursue our dreams can we reap a bright future.
Opportunities are only given to those who are prepared. Luck is the reward of struggle, not just fate. Even if you work hard, there will be regrets, but at least it will become some kind of possible luck. Another moment, the book of hope opened a new page in front of my eyes and explained a completely different mystery. Flowers on the hillside, you are my most beautiful book, which teaches me the courage and strength of dreams, makes me regain my persistent belief and tells me how to go on the road of hope and struggle.