Recording Life Essays Part 1
The rain was pouring down, and I was dragging my heavy steps on the way home. People hurried past holding umbrellas, but I - holding a test paper feebly, my eyes were dull, and my brain was blank. I reluctantly glanced at the test paper again, and the bright red 68 points pierced my heart like a sharp arrow. I thought: "It's over. All the good prospects have been washed away by the rain. What should my mother say when I get home?" "Me."
Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure appeared, was it Xiaoli? Yes, that's right, it was my good friend Xiaoli! At this time, I seemed to be watching it again. When hope comes, it is like a child who has lost love for a long time and falls into the arms of his mother. I called Xiaoli over eagerly. Xiaoli felt confused. She took me to a sheltered place and sat down, and asked strangely: "What's wrong? What happened?" Faced with her caring greetings and sincere face, I felt even more sad. Tears welled up in his eyes, and at some point, they slipped down silently from his cheeks. I told Xiaoli the whole story. Xiaoli lowered her head and thought for a while, then smiled and comforted me: "Don't be sad. As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. Without failure, how could there be success? This time Although you fail, don't be discouraged. As long as you continue to work hard and keep working towards your goal, you will definitely succeed. Moreover, you are a strong girl, how can you cry? No matter what happens, I will be by your side to support you. , to help you." After listening to Xiaoli's words, I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart, making me full of confidence. I slowly raised my head and a smile appeared on my face. Xiaoli had an idea, beat the time, and sang: Sunshine always comes after the wind and rain, please believe there is a rainbow... At this time, the rain stopped and the rainbow came out. I looked at the beautiful colorful bridge, smiled, and followed Xiaoli Singing.
Xiao Li, thank you! It was you who pulled me out of my sadness. It’s you who lightened the weight of the big stone in my heart, and it’s you who made me cheer up again... Xiaoli, I feel so happy and happy to be your good friend! Life Recording Essay 2
Early in the morning on the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went to climb Xifeng Tuanyuan Mountain. When I reached the foot of the mountain, the roars of climbers came from the mountain. The sound attracted me even more to speed up the climb.
Some people go up the mountain, and some people go down the mountain. As the saying goes, "Mo Daojun goes early, and there are more early people." Among the people going down the mountain, there are old people, young people like me, and children. We look at each other and nod. A smile. The stone steps are sometimes straight and sometimes winding. As long as you keep climbing for three to five minutes, your breathing will speed up and sweat will break out all over your body. Maybe it's the green on the mountain that distracts your attention, or maybe it's the oxygen released on the mountain that sucks into your lungs, and your steps on the mountain don't feel heavy but light. At this time, you will have no other thoughts when climbing alone. You just want to reach the top of the mountain and roar - to prove to the mountain that you are here. The plants on Tuanyuan Mountain are so lush that you don’t want to disturb their inherent tranquility. Green ferns are everywhere. When the morning breeze blows, they give friendly smiles to the climbers. When you reach out and touch the green ferns, it makes people even more imaginative. Sweat dripped on the stone pavement, dripped on my glasses frames, and rolled on the strings of the lenses, which made me feel novel. I reached out and wiped my hair, which was covered with sweat. Halfway up the mountain, I also joined the roaring team. No one cares about the pitch or the low pitch of your roar, as long as you have your own happiness, it is enough.
I like to sing, but when I start to sing, I go out of tune. My colleagues even laugh at me. I graduated from the Huang Family Conservatory of Music. I climb mountains and sing loudly. Mountains and trees are my audience. Occasionally, the birds on the mountain also sing. Will respond to me a few times. When you reach the top of the mountain, the morning breeze blows, and you are full of comfort. When you look down at Xifeng County, it is as gentle and quiet as Xiaojia Jade; from a distance, a tulle scarf is draped across the mountains from south to north, as if you are walking through a fairyland. On the top of the mountain, many people are exercising, some are practicing martial arts, some are practicing Qigong, and some are picking wild vegetables... What's even more interesting is an old man carrying a radio on his shoulder - playing Andy Lau's pop songs. I chatted with the old man and found that the old man was quite satisfied with his current life. The children were doing their own things and did not let them worry. The sun showed its warm light, and the fog rose and enveloped the county. At this time, the county began to become hazy. Saying goodbye to the old man, I went down the mountain first. There was still an endless stream of people coming and going to climb the mountain, and some people took a rest in the pavilion. Among the people going up the mountain, a little girl accompanied the old man (I don’t know if she was grandma or grandma) and said: "It would be great if the road was straight!" The old man said: "The mountain road has straight and curved roads, high and low." I looked back at the old and young people climbing the mountain. National fitness is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The pace is always faster when going down the mountain. In the rest square at the foot of the mountain, a group of people danced a new colorful Guizhou dance. Although it was not in time, everyone was coaching each other; seven or eight elderly people were practicing their fans alone. Tai Chi steps; in another open space under the steps of the square, a group of people danced fast-paced aerobics; three or five young guys played badminton on the edge of the field. Vibrant scenes and harmonious pictures made me realize the new atmosphere of a strong country and a prosperous people.
Life Recording Essay Chapter 3
My body supported the crutches, and with just one glance, a sadness surged into my heart. The scene of the roaring fire of blacksmithing appeared in front of my eyes, and the tinkling bells appeared in front of my eyes. The crisp sound of blacksmithing resounded in my ears...
There is a side house in the famous alley in the village. The roof of the side house has black smoke rising all year round. That is the blacksmith's furnace. The tinkling sound coming from the blacksmith's furnace broke the silence of the village and alleys. It was the rhythmic rhythm of hammer striking iron. It was elastic and textured, attracting childhood friends to come closer and watch. Because my family lived near the entrance of the alley, when I was a child, I loved to play by the blacksmith's furnace. It was also a lively place in the village at that time. I could watch the blazing fire and listen to the rhythmic sound of sledgehammers and small hammers. The rapid and slow sound of the bellows; the intense scene of striking while the iron is hot while sparks are flying; and the joy of forming and quenching iron tools... As time goes by, as I stay by the blacksmith road for a long time, I gradually become familiar with the master blacksmiths.
There are two masters and apprentices who are blacksmithing, and there is also an apprentice who pulls the bellows. The older master has a strong body and looks particularly stable. He often looks thoughtful when he is blacksmithing. Later, he He is a smart man in the village. When he is forging iron, he controls the small hammer. There was also a sledge hammer wielder, the one mentioned at the beginning of this article. This man was tall and strong. His dark and red face was reflected in the fire, and his exposed upper body showed strong muscles. He was speechless. There are many, but when he speaks, he is just like when he is forging iron, sonorous and powerful, neither humble nor overbearing. There was another apprentice who was very short and unattractive. He specialized in pulling bellows. Because I was only impressed by the two blacksmith masters, I didn’t pay much attention to him. I only left a vague image, just like the sketch said. He was "ignored" and had forgotten who he was.
I like to stand next to the blacksmith furnace and watch the masters forging iron. In the prosperous blacksmith shop, I see the blazing fire reflecting the red face of the blacksmith, and the wind blowing in and out. Pushing and pulling, the firelight flashed in and out, the hammer was larger and smaller, the arc was higher and lower, and slowly I also realized some principles of blacksmithing. At first, I saw how majestic and powerful he was swinging the sledgehammer, so he must be the master. Later, I slowly observed the skills and realized that the master was the one holding the small hammer. The sledgehammer would fall heavily wherever the small hammer was pointed lightly, and the apprentice was the one wielding the sledgehammer. I can vividly remember the scene of blacksmithing: I saw the old master holding a long iron tong in his left hand, and occasionally flipping the iron in the fire, showing a confident and calm look. After turning it over, the black iron block turned into red iron block. From the hard iron block, it became very soft, as if it was about to melt. actually. He is holding the heat of the iron.
Suddenly, the iron pliers in the hands of the old master tightly clamped the red iron block, and quickly took it out of the fire and put it on the anvil. At this time, I also tensed up. I saw The apprentice who was wielding a sledgehammer also took a stance. I saw the master quickly swinging the small hammer, which was like a commander, hitting the place that needed to be hit. The strong apprentice then picked up the big hammer, and the impact point was exactly where the small hammer struck. At this time, the old master's small hammer and the apprentice's big hammer were flying up and down, one high and one low, one light and one heavy, one after another, sparks bursting out, and the big and small hammers created beautiful curves. , knocking out the harmonious melody of "ding-dong-dang-dang". Seeing the red iron slowly turn black, the beating rhythm slowly slowed down. The old master used iron tongs to pick up the gradually formed iron block and put it back into the furnace to add fire. At this time, the apprentice who pulled the bellows increased his strength, and the "breathing" of the bellows became rapid. After several rounds, the iron block was hammered into shape. I saw the master holding it with iron tongs and putting it into the pool in the corner. It suddenly made a "sizzling, sizzling" sound, and a stream of bubbles and thick smoke came out.
Later, the blacksmith furnace was moved to the village mill. Because my mother worked as an accountant in the mill, I often visited there. I still remember a toy called "steel plate" that the blacksmith master hammered for me. Polish it on the sand, it will be heavy in your hand and extremely shiny, which once made your friends envious. Whenever I think of the blacksmith furnace, I naturally think of the steel plate that the master blacksmith carefully crafted for me. This is the care and love the master blacksmith shows for a child, so I feel grateful.
With their own hands, the master blacksmiths hammer out pieces of work and create pieces of fruits of labor. They hammer out agricultural production tools for the village, create wealth, and make hoes for the rural people. The sickle and shovel serve for agricultural production and for the prosperity of rural life.
The blacksmith furnace is a product of the times. Nowadays, the blacksmith furnace has long disappeared, and the time of the blacksmith furnace has long gone, but the shadow of the blacksmith furnace is always lingering in my mind. I will never forget the simple and kind-hearted blacksmith master. Because, this all stems from my friendship with the blacksmith furnace. Life Recording Essay Chapter 4
There was a large dark cloud in the sky, and the dull and lonely weather was very much like the thoughts in my heart. After a while, thunder roared, and big raindrops began to fall. ,, but I couldn’t tell whether it was rain or tears in the corners of my eyes.
Because grandpa passed away, the money that the diligent and thrifty old man had saved all his life was in the hands of grandma. This made everyone respect the old man - it was just for money. After grandpa passed away, the family still Completely messed up, like a headless fly. The eldest father, father, and third father seemed to argue many times over the money.
Today, I heard my father and grandma calling again. It seemed that my eldest father had borrowed ten thousand yuan or something. I don’t know why, but the adults always quarreled about this.
My mother heard this and started to argue with my father. The voice got louder and louder. I have been used to hearing this for a long time. Every word my parents said flowed into my ears and through my heart. Tears also flowed down my cheeks. Everyone hopes to have a happy and happy home, but why do parents behave like this every day? Suddenly, the voice of the speaker disappeared, and only the sound of getting dressed was heard, and then those words that chilled me. : "Mom and dad are going back to grandma's house. Please stay at home and don't run around." The words were still urgent. Annoying, really annoying, it happens every time, but I don’t dare to talk to my good friends. How can I have the nerve to say such a thing? Hey... At this time, there was an indifferent sound of the door closing. Phone calls, arguments, fights, doors slamming. How can there be a fair decision in the world? Since it is the eldest father who borrows money from grandma, what does it have to do with us? Why does someone always have to be caught in the middle?
Early the next morning, my parents still took care of me as usual. , asking for help, but I still couldn't be happy. I felt that there was a deep gap between me and the adults. I really didn't know who to talk to.
As the teacher said, everyone has something on their mind, and everyone has unpleasant and unbalanced things in their heart. Perhaps, only by letting nature take its course and doing nothing can you understand my mood...
After the wind and rain, the sun peeks out slightly. Although it has been beaten by the wind and rain, I believe that the sun is always behind the wind and rain. Recording Life Essay Chapter 5
The cold wind is coming, and the snowflakes are uniquely quiet. Its noble appearance is given by heaven. Although it only exists for a short time, perhaps it contains the mystery that I cannot understand - —
A close friend called me and said, "It will snow tonight." I was so excited that I dug out the treasured fragrance and let it dance in the artistic conception of the poem. Here I am; the moonlight is full, and I can only smell; the refreshing music and the faint fragrance in the breeze, accompanied by my wandering thoughts, slowly floating in the depths of the water clouds, clear and comfortable.
In the window, burn a candle of agarwood, open a simple scroll amidst the smoke, and whisper in the wind. Looking outside along a wisp of fragrance, the garden is full of flowers, their pistils are fragrant, and they are naturally beautiful. But compared with the flowers in spring, the flowers in winter look more beautiful and cool. From time to time, petals fall from the treetops with a faint ancient charm, and come through the broken window, falling on my plain paper like snow.
Thinking of the snowflakes floating in the air with my friend, and thinking of the pure and pure peerless fairy, flying like a butterfly in a poignant posture beside her, I felt really envious. I just don’t know who is dancing in that light and fluttering scene. I seem to clearly see her standing in the snow, leaning on the plum branches, wearing a cold fragrance, smelling the plum blossoms in the clear ice and snow. figure.
She said: "If you were here, we could walk in the snow." My heart was moved by it, as if I had returned to that night. That night, the flute played melodiously under the moon. Sparse shadows sway. I remember that the ethereal clear sound shocked a tree of flowers, and the petals fell on both of our shoulders.
At this moment, I want to say to you: Even though we are far apart, we cannot meet each other. However, when the soft petals from the south are flying and spinning on the bluestone road in my hometown, I can feel the faint ancient town style in the hazy night. Just like you now, the snowflakes flying around you have quietly brought your affection to me. Recording Life Essays Part 6
I like to look at the clouds in the sky in the afternoon, reflecting the setting sun, like a shy bride, with a shallow, sweet smile. Look at the towering mountains standing in the dusk, raising their heads high, gazing affectionately into the distance at the bride who has been waiting for her whole life. Although we can never be together in the sky, the love will last forever. I like to walk in the drizzle, imagining the girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering in the rainy alley, and whether she will fall in love for life when she turns around and looks back. Imagine the sorrow and happiness of Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi, who turned into two birds and cried to each other every night after they died in love.
I like to make a cup of jasmine tea when night falls and read Zhang Ailing's classic sentence "I met you among thousands of people, neither a step too early nor a step too late." I like to roll myself into the night and feel these articles and poems that touch my heart and make people cry. My soul also becomes light and fresh because of the nourishment of literature.
I like everyone who is sincere and persistent. This kind of sincerity is like the brightness of the bright moon shining in my heart, making me no longer afraid of lies and deception, but persistence is like the sun, when I want to give up. Thinking of their strength and unyielding, fire-like hope ignited in my heart.
I like to stand under the lotus leaf window with my arms folded, watching the smoke from the cooking pots and listening to pastoral songs and orioles, especially the farmers standing in the paddy fields and shouting at the buffaloes. Their foreheads are scorched by the sun. Their faces are wrinkled by the hardships of the years, and their backs are bent by the burden of life. You have to sigh that this is the most authentic scenery of life.
There are too many things I like, and there are too many things I love. Between loving and being loved, cherishing and being cherished, I wish I could be the dewdrop sliding on the tip of your leaf, even for a moment. , and let you remember my most beautiful dancing posture. I hope that I am the brightest star in the sky, illuminating your heart when you are confused.
There is no need for too many reasons to like. Slowly feeling, slowly appreciating, and slowly understanding, this constitutes my whole world. Recording Life Essays Part 7
It is already the first day of August, and I have just started writing essays. The past month has really flown by, and I haven’t left a few interesting things that I will definitely remember!
Speaking of the happiest day I had, it was the day I finished other homework! That day there was an indescribable feeling of letting go of a heavy burden. So I went outside to play all afternoon. Haha, although the weather is relatively hot, I don’t really care. Taking a bath in the stream is so comfortable. It washes away fatigue and stress. What a wonderful enjoyment!
It happened to be Sunday, and the TV programs were particularly rich. Unfortunately, something happened in an instant. All the electrical appliances in the house stopped working - there was a power outage. My mood is so complicated. Why do you want to turn off the radio on a hot day? It makes me so hot that I panic! But there is nothing we can do. Who told us that China is short of electricity?
How should we arrange the afternoon on a hot day now? I was thinking, and suddenly I heard a knock on the door. My elementary school classmates came. He suggested... This suggestion is both cool and fun! ! There are many "prawns" in the stream at the foot of the mountain. We picked up our tools and "ran" towards the foot of the mountain. There is no blazing sun or noisy noise at the foot of the mountain. What a nice place.
The harvest in one afternoon was really not small. We caught a lot of shrimps. We forgot about it for half of the hot day. This method is really good for dealing with the heat of power outage. I don’t know why there haven’t been any power outages since that day. Maybe the Ningbo area is not short of electricity. Not quite sure why. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and I’m really worried about another power outage! But I can still cope with the power outage! Recording Life Essays Chapter 8
Wild Wolf Soul does not provide food. The non-responsible salary of 2,500 yuan and 3,500 yuan given to everyone every month is considered as a subsidy for everyone's food, clothing, daily necessities, etc. This cannot be regarded as money earned, it can only be regarded as basic living expenses. If you want to make money, work hard to improve yourself and get results, we will pay for the results. As for the process, we will applaud you.
What about eating?
Okay, Daojiao is a famous food town. If you just want a work meal here, you can try Jiajiamei or Hao Zhiyi, or you can go to Fresh Tang Shui Shop or Longjiang Pork Knuckle Rice; if you want economical dendrobium and spicy food at the same time, Then the Guizhou Douhua Restaurant on Jinniu Road is a good choice.
For general breakfast, you can try Daojiao’s special steamed rice, steamed pork ribs or rice rolls. You can also try rice rolls, original soup noodles, etc. If you want to have some morning tea, Lufu’s morning tea and refreshments are available. It's all okay. There are about 30 kinds of breakfast, which is enough for us to be dazzled.
Regarding dinner, you can find and satisfy you with all the shabu-shabu, barbecue, hot pot, stir-fry and big meals you can think of. You like Hunan cuisine, big bowls of dishes, willow leaf stone pot fish, mud Tou Weng and so on; if you like Sichuan cuisine, you can try Sanhewang Fish Restaurant; if you like Cantonese cuisine, Lvfu and Xindaxin Hotel are just barely there; as for Jiang Yuewan’s grilled fish, Leizhou dog meat; or Daojiao Meatballs, chicken, meat dumplings, Chaozhou casserole porridge, etc. It all depends on your personal preferences. Whatever you like can be there within 20 minutes.
In Yelanghun, if you like food, then you can be as willful as you want, because there is no shortage of foodies here, and you will always find companions to reach any of the food stores I mentioned within 20 minutes. Recording Life Essays Part 9
Too often, what scares people is not why I don’t know how to do it, or how tired I am... but what on earth am I busy with? Why is it so busy?
This is how I feel recently. I feel very busy every day. Before I go to sleep at night, I think about it seriously, but I find that I don’t seem to know the purpose of such busyness.
I don’t know who I belong to, where does my workload come from? Does it make sense? Is it worth it?
I don’t know whether I am getting farther and farther away from my original preferences and original dreams. I just squeeze in some time every day to look at my favorite plans, my favorite words, and time. When you squeeze in a little more, you can pick up a note and write it down.
There is no denying that I have learned certain things while busy, but even if I learn the fields I don’t like, will I use them in the future? Will I rely on this knowledge to carry out my original plan? The road is an unknown.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had dinner with friends, and I haven’t gone shopping with my mother for a long time. I think I still need to be lazy for a certain period of time, bask in the sun on the street, and walk through noisy intersections. Listen to the chaotic but lively chatter.
If you give me a forest, a cabin, and a stream, I think I can live for a long time, but I may not be happy. If you give me a busy city, a small apartment, and a group of friends, I think I can I can be happy, but it may not last long.
If such a choice were given to you, which one would you choose?
My eyes are narrowed and I am very sleepy. I want to find a small house with windows and a soft bed to lie down on. It would be even better if there is a dear one who can hold me next to me. Lazy Chatting happily, chirping sounds, warm sunshine, not too dazzling on the feet, summer wind gently raising the pink and white floral curtains, I think I will like it very much. Recording Life Essays Part 10
The word "life" can be seen everywhere. Some people say that life is like a cup of hot tea, bitter and a little sweet; some people say that life is like a cup of coffee. But I think life is like a circle, simple and beautiful!
We are now in the second grade of junior high school, and our understanding of life is not that thorough yet, but in my opinion, life is just two points and one line, and the road we have traveled is the road we have walked time and time again! I always thought that life was tiring and always had heavy burdens, but now I understand that this is no longer the case. I think life is very simple, but also beautiful!
Surrounded by 98% students, I watched them immersed in reading all day long. Although it was not for the "Golden House" and "Yan Ruyu" in the book, they enjoyed it! Influenced by them, I also entered "vigorous". When I step into the school gate at sunrise every day, the chirping of birds on the roadside is a "symphony", a symphony of life. Listening to the sound of reading, I feel as if I am enveloped in knowledge and feel very happy. I hurriedly finished lunch at noon, slept for 20 minutes, and returned to the knowledge base - school. We participated in the evening self-study. Along with the stars and the moon, not only did we not feel lonely, but we felt happy!
Almost every day. It is simple to just repeat these things, but in the simple rush, there is no lack of happiness. The sweetness of tea has been imprinted in my heart! I move in inner circles. Although it is repetitive, I think it is also very beautiful!
This is my life, simple but beautiful! Life Recording Essay 11
Occasionally, Wild Wolf Soul will hold an open-air barbecue, and everyone can eat whatever they want; if the weather is hot, they will also try to organize everyone to go swimming. There are two options for swimming, one One is in a swimming pool, one is in a reservoir or a big river in a mountain, which is very challenging, especially many girls, who almost don’t dare to go.
Of course, during the fruit ripe season, if everyone is still interested, we will occasionally organize to pick lychees, longans, strawberries, etc.
Young people who like karaoke are blessed. There is no shortage of singers in the wild wolf soul, and there are even a few times when some people can sing to silence their voices.
Students who like reading and writing can also find good companions. If you are an English madman, congratulations, you can hold an English feast every day to share. You must have an audience.
As for the personal life-long issues that some people want to solve, I just want to say, girls and boys, it’s up to you to use your infinite charm. I can’t help you.
Regarding learning management knowledge, sales skills, and products, I guarantee that you can gain something every day. If you want to change and you are ready to grow, Wild Wolf Soul may be more suitable for you.
Writing, writing, I was really drunk; it turns out that this is our life in Wild Wolf Soul, we can be rich or not, and the partners who have produced results can be rich. As for money, those who can't get results can only receive a monthly subsistence allowance of 2,500. But whether you have money or not, you can still live as you please in Wild Wolf Soul.