It's raining in Mao Mao outside. It was my friend who came to see me. They brought the news of spring: I am coming. Are you okay?
I'm fine, and you? I know that you come to see me every year, and you come to see me with rain. Thank you very much. I am lucky and happy to have a friend like you.
Look, winter is leaving, and it is waving to us: I'm going to travel, too. Everybody, be good. Take care.
Take care, Dong. When you came, you brought purity and innocence to the world. White is my favorite, I love it.
You can travel with peace of mind and do what I want to do but I can't. Wherever you go, remember to say hello to everyone for me. As for me, I will take care of myself. It doesn't matter. Spring will accompany me.
Look, the birds are coming, the flowers are blooming and the drizzle is dancing. How good spring is to me, inviting so many friends to accompany me.
Oh, by the way, remember to say hello to her for me and tell her that I still love her in my heart.
Are you-are you okay?
Chun, did you have a good year? Is she okay? How is she? Is she, uh, happy?
Everything is fine.
People in the distance, do you feel my thoughts? Winter passed and spring came again. Another year passed, and people were one year older. Fortunately, there are four partners with my blessing.
You, did you hear that? Recalling that happy time, I dreamed last night. I shouldn't indulge in dreams!
Will you sit by the window, with your chin cupped, looking at the night view outside the window, and miss me?
It doesn't matter, I have a period of time and a memory with you. I'm already very happy.
Missing fills the silent night sky. From time to time, I will stand and stare at the night sky. Even in different places, we can get along under the same sky. God, this good friend will quietly send me the couple's thoughts and deep blessings.
You, did you hear that?
How are you, people far away?
Feelings Essay 2 In autumn, I walked around Zhangshu Park, full of desolation and devastation with a kind of sadness.
At first light, the autumn sunshine is warm, and children can't wait to get on the bus to publicize before they can feel it. After a while, we arrived, found a parking space, stopped and entered the park. A natural breath went straight into the nose curtain. The most conspicuous is the blooming hibiscus flowers. In this season, there is no shyness and enthusiasm. Let my gloomy heart be suddenly enlightened. The whole park is surrounded by a winding stream, such as a transparent ribbon, which makes the whole park more unique, aura and vivid. Walking along the winding direction of the stream, we passed some small ponds, but the water was covered with duckweed and the small ponds were surrounded by willows. The breeze blew, and the duckweed covered the water. Wicker flutters in the wind like a girl's long hair flowing in the wind, raising bursts of fragrance. It's fascinating.
Walking all the way into the Woods, the dead leaves on the ground rekindled the sadness in my heart. The autumn wind blew, and the dead leaves fell on the treetops in twos and threes. I'm cold and heartbroken. Looking at the yellow leaves, I can't help thinking of myself. Now I have entered the age of no doubt. The feelings of youth have been exhausted by the rings of the years, and even a trace of fantasy has smoothed the edges and corners. The rest is just some sadness. Just like the leaves that are about to fall, but still helpless. The trees are neatly arranged to form a faint path. I walked through this path and stepped on the dead leaves at my feet, and there was a broken sound at my feet. And some unknown birds, singing in the trees. The most beautiful music can't compete with your natural synthesis. I closed my eyes intently, looked up at the sky and took a long breath. At this moment, I unloaded the burden in my heart, flew into the sky and danced to my heart's content. When I opened my eyes, the sunlight refracted through the cracks in the leaves and shone on my face, warming my whole body. I said softly, heaven ends here!
After walking through the Woods and circling along the stream, some children caught fish in the net with small net bags by the stream, and the adults were also in high spirits, leaving aside yesterday's busyness and troubles to accompany their closest lovers, and the children played in the water. My daughter can't help playing together, and our family of three is completely integrated into this atmosphere. At this time, I picked up the camera and fixed the most beautiful picture in the world. The daughter asked sadly and curiously, why are there all small fish in the stream? Where are their parents? Do they want small fish? I couldn't help laughing and saying to her, "Xiaoyu's parents are hiding and playing hide-and-seek with Xiaoyu." At this time, the daughter showed a satisfied smile. Childhood innocence is like a pool of crystal clear water. Shining colorful colors in the sun. We went home with a full load and screwed up a small fish that lacked fish. We discussed with our daughter about putting small fish into the big lake. Give small fish a wider environment. Take it home after four or five. The baby agreed.
At the end of the stream is a green lake. Wan is in the middle of the park. Baby, put the little fish back in the water and it's all gone in a blink of an eye. There is still some residual load around the lake. It is difficult to have a whole green lotus leaf. The beauty of the past has become a thing of the past, leaving a panoramic view of the ruins of the season. At first, many people stopped to watch and were amazed. I don't know whether pity or ridicule rises in my heart, but I haven't spoken for a long time. Maybe you are nourishing this season and waiting for the next year. Smelling a burst of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, I ended my trip in the park.
Sentiment Essay 3 Last night, the rain kept falling and dripping on the balcony. June is also a hot season. When I miss the rain, my heart has accumulated a heavy depression, and I am looking forward to the arrival of a rain. At this time, my mood is like a thirsty seedling looking forward to the arrival of rain. There are countless people who like rain, and articles about it are even more eloquent. In fact, I am also a person who likes rain, and I have different feelings about rain, so I wrote it. Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery and artistic conception, just like people living in a dormitory, watching the rain outside the window, some like it, some are sad, and some sigh!
In the era when poets were like stars, there were two dazzling stars-Du Fu and Li Shangyin. Both of them wrote a lot of "rain" poems. Does the poet love rain? Or is it because it didn't rain? I think if they didn't like "Rain" poems, they wouldn't write so much. For example, Du Fu wrote in "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" that "good rain knows the season when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " After writing, the poet expects such "good rain" and loves such "good rain". For example, Li Shangyin wrote in "Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night", "You ask the date of return, and the rain will rise in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night. " Although the poet has some joyful refraction, on the whole, he is also sentimental. It's just that this sadness is tortuous and profound.
In fact, rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded?
However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there is no sunny day.
When listening to the rain late at night, the dream is in the rain, and the rain is in the dream. My ears seem to sway in the rainy night with the sound of camel bells.
It rained again today. Walking on the road, I seem to have put away my umbrella and felt the joy of rain! But I didn't do it! I'm afraid I'll be criticized by people around me, so think about it and forget it.
I walked on the road step by step, and when the raindrops fell on my nose with the breeze, I gave birth to an inexplicable impulse. I don't know whether it's sad or happy. When the coolness of the rain penetrated into my heart, I found that the water on both sides of the road slowly flowed along the sewer. The flowers and plants on campus become fresh and bright with the rain, which is so beautiful.
I found that the fish in the campus pond have swam to the surface, which is difficult to see at ordinary times, only in rainy days. Ants along the road are crawling into their nests. I think if ants can change their mood, they will be as comfortable as fish in a pond! Enjoying the happiness brought by this rainy day will turn this terrible rain into a comfortable bath.
What about me? I can take what most people think is unlucky to get wet in the rain as a way to relieve my mood. Why can't I apply my openness, tolerance and interest in rain to every rainy day?
Am I just a fish who likes rainy days?
It's nice to be in the rain. If you can communicate with the wind and rain quietly, instead of rushing away or wandering in the rain because of sadness, you can observe the boredom of your mood and the loss of your heart peeling off one by one, and slowly show the green leaves and fresh hearts of your memory. Rain is the messenger of heaven and earth, nourishing and inspiring everything in the world!
Sentiment essay 4 Climbing the mountain with friends, going through hardships and finally reaching the top of the mountain. Although exhausted, when people see the scenery in front of them, they are full of energy at once. Standing on the top of the mountain, I saw that the house at the foot of the mountain was as small as a square in a Rubik's cube, as if it could be controlled by gently moving your fingers.
I asked my friend, "How do you feel?" I thought he would say, "once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are dwarfs under the sky." But I didn't expect him to spit out three words very carefully: "A sense of smallness!"
Yes, a sense of smallness! Many mountaineers must have felt this way. When they reached the top, they felt that the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the land was vast and sparsely populated. People are between heaven and earth, as small as ants and as small as grass. Suddenly, their eyes showed reverence. Compared with nature, what is man and what is the reason for arrogance?
My friend is middle-aged, and after many hardships, his career is very good, which can be described as calling the shots at work. At this time, people are most likely to get carried away. What is rare is that he can still feel his own smallness.
I wonder, did you ever feel this way when you were young? This does not seem to be the case. I remember when I was a child, we climbed mountains together and climbed to the top of the mountain. Everyone cheered as if they were heroes. It was really a hero at that time! Du Fu's "A glimpse of the top of the mountain shows that other mountains are dwarfed." He also wrote it when he was young. In the age of boiling blood, everything is insignificant, only he is the greatest, great enough to conquer mountains and the world. This kind of heroism is hard to see in Du Fu's later poems.
Self-centered when young, and world-centered after middle age. With the growth of age, we have experienced too many ups and downs, and we will find that the world has conquered us, not us. This sense of insignificance is the insight that life gives us.
Meaninglessness is not self-belittling, but a great wisdom after life experience. In this world, low-key modesty is the attitude we should maintain. Because I feel small, I am calm and wise.
I feel that drinking is worthy of the ritual sense of the first snow. The first snow this year came a little late, but it depends on God's mood. For it, it's neither too early nor too late, as long as it comes, it's just right.
For a person who was born in late winter with the word "snow" in his name and has been wearing skirts for more than ten years, I really can't help loving this season, but I don't object to any celebration in the form of the first snow. I remember many years ago, the boss was from Guangdong and Hong Kong. That winter, they caught up with the snowy season, which is very important for their life in the north. When they saw goose feather-like snowflakes falling from the sky through the window, I was so excited that I couldn't wait to open the window and jump. I didn't consider that we were above the 20th floor. As a northerner, seeing that they have never seen the world, I can only give them two big eyes.
Later, I thought: their excitement at seeing the snow is probably as good as our excitement at going south in winter, so I balanced a lot.
Dragged downstairs by them, I took photos of them standing in the snow in various postures. We northerners feel frozen into dogs, but we have snowball fights in the snow. At that moment, I deeply understood what "a full person doesn't know that a hungry person is hungry".
When the first snow comes, people are used to drinking with their families or friends to celebrate. As a welcome to the first snow, I wish you a bumper harvest in the coming year.
But for my grandmother, drinking should be a more appropriate sense of ritual to welcome to sleep. I remember when I was a child, my mother asked me to sleep with my grandmother. Every night before going to bed, grandma would pour two cups of white wine into a small white porcelain glass, then take some flowers and rice, and then turn off the lights to sleep.
From then on, I knew that peanuts were the golden partner of liquor import.
Later, I found out that my dad also went to bed after drinking. It turns out that not making trouble after drinking is a family style in our family and a fine tradition handed down from generation to generation.
When the first snow comes, I think we should drink some yellow wine, put some ginger and dried tangerine peel, and add a piece of brown sugar in this weather. When it is warm, it is warm from the red throat to the soles of the feet. After a little drunk, go to bed, open your notebook, find an old movie and shrink to midnight. Snowy night is another style.
After writing this article, today will soon be over, but the girl's heart will never end. If you love her deeply, please cherish it. I believe that her agility and beauty are related to you.
After listening to this song, I will say good night to you. Dear, I wish you happiness!
It has to be admitted that men and women are two completely different species. Men never know what women want, just as women never understand many simple truths, which are meaningless to men.
Chatting with my best friend, she said that she had quarreled with her boyfriend again. The boy was a little helpless and asked her: What exactly is the sense of security you want?
Yes, there are often boys complaining around. Girlfriends are really hard to serve. They are always angry and always say they are insecure. In fact, girls are unreasonable and lose their temper. Is this really the case?
If you really love her, why can't you give her a sense of security?
A girl's sense of security is to love her. You can have nothing, as long as you love her, she dares to put her life in your hands.
However, how many people can understand the weight of the word "pain"
I watched the news this morning and told the story of Dānlín and his wife.
He/kloc-began to like his wife at the age of 0/4, and finally won the heart of the goddess after many years. He gave her a very romantic wedding, because it was her dream and he had to realize it for her. On the wedding vows, she didn't say that the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, but only said an episode in their lives. Because they were cooking at home for the first time, she was going to wash the dishes after dinner. He stopped her and said that washing the dishes hurt a woman's hands too much. He doesn't want her to become a yellow-faced woman after marriage, and he will wash all the dishes in the future. What a simple thing, she was moved to think that this man is loving her with his heart and is worth marrying.
Yes, what a simple woman. As long as you are kind to her, nothing is a problem. She can do anything for you that she didn't want to do or didn't want to do before.
But in life, most people feel too selfish.
"I am so good to you, what should I do if I spoil you?"
"I wash dishes and cook every day. Isn't it too tired to get married? "
"Everything depends on you. How can you lose face in front of your friends? "
"My mother said to hold him down before marriage and let him listen to me."
Consider gains and losses from the beginning, right and wrong. This feeling is morbid from the beginning. How can they be happy for a long time? You know, people are mutual. You are good to me, and I will be better to you. If a person really loves you, all your worries are unnecessary. If a person doesn't love you, no matter how you explain it and how hard you try, she will still be selfish and willful. Why?
The so-called sense of security means letting her know your determination and your responsibility. Never have an affair with other girls, never compare her with others; When there is a problem in your's relationship, we should take the initiative to solve it, don't delay it, and don't put the responsibility on her; When you are with her, you must plan everything, where to go and what to do, and don't have a bunch of situations or your complaints; Don't let friends and relatives interfere with your feelings. After all, only you know her best.
There are many things that can be listed. It is important to know how to put yourself in the other person's shoes, what she likes and wants, and try to satisfy her. I believe that everything you do for her has a subtle influence on her. One day, she will repay you in different ways. The best state of love is mutual fulfillment.
If a man objects to your pursuit of what you like, don't marry the person you like again.
This is what a famous female writer said. Life still needs a little pursuit. What's the taste of life if he kills this and makes you face daily necessities?
A woman's exquisiteness needs to be managed by herself, but also needs to be maintained by the people she loves. If her feelings are stable, he will treat her as before, and women's words and deeds are quiet and good.
No woman likes to wear cheap clothes and go to the vegetable market to compete with others for price. If they become aunts and disgruntled women, most of the reasons are from her partner.
I believe that every man also wants to have a bad relationship, so why not take care of her as the most beautiful?
Moreover, two people must depend on each other spiritually, so that they will not be defeated by the same life. Only by understanding his pursuit and her joy can they be fluent.
Nowadays, more and more people are unmarried, because they know that if they don't meet the person who understands them, they will live a good life alone, because they will never let themselves down.
We always like to judge others from the perspective of onlookers, saying that it is a ridiculous and naive mistake. Then one day, I became the judged. Under the sneer of others, I responded with a positive tone, "Just do what I know, and if possible, I will repeat the same mistakes, just to relive the fragmentary satisfaction."
Touching has a shelf life. The fresher, the more impulsive. Irrational people can't wait to get answers and results at once. Then I understood that what I want to say should be said rationally; More real.
If I say that I didn't come to the birthday party in the rainstorm to see the rainbow, then there must be another kind of luck before the rainbow. So is my goal.
You are a poisonous mushroom. You will land before dawn.
How to challenge your toxicity, how many lives can I take with you? How many times can I beat your dream castle? You are my unreasonable struggle.
A tired mind needs a deep sleep. I hope everything is familiar when I wake up.
Feelings that beat at the fingertips.
It's like I'm the Siri you use to entertain yourself at night.
In fact, there is not much difference; Temporary.
The essay 8 of feeling comes from 15, and 16 children automatically signed up. Up to today, I have given three lessons to the children in grade six. When I first came, I felt that they were particularly cold, and they would not take the initiative to say hello to you when they saw you. But through three days of simple getting along, I found that we are all slowly changing. I left after class, and now I will chat with students after class. Although there are sometimes language barriers, these will not affect our enthusiasm at all. I don't know when local children will start calling me teacher when they see me on campus or outside, nor when.
They began to pay attention to my clothes, began to ponder my little temper, and began to chat with me privately and draw pictures for me. The conditions here are really poor, but every time I think about the touch brought by the children here, I feel I have reason to stick to it. Today, two little girls asked me to play. They suddenly asked me, "Teacher, when are you leaving? Will you come again when I am in seventh grade? " Hearing this question, my heart trembled, but I didn't tell them about it, because I didn't want this feeling of parting to come too early. Instead of worrying about these, it is better to seize the rest of the time together.
In September, the beauty of buttonwood has fallen with the fallen leaves; In, it's hard to have any more tea. I walked on the campus path, feeling sad and depressed because I failed in the exam. Why can't I keep up with my grades? Why am I always in such a high position? What should I do to avoid feeling so tired?
In the memory of history, I heard the words of the ancients: hold a pleasant surprise in your hand.
Until, I raised my cup and asked Mingyue for his strong figure, Zhu Qi had the spirit of smiling in front of his door, and he was singing angrily outside thousands of feet. He waved Gao Lishi off his boots in court. Demoted several times, impeached several times. He is full of political ambitions, but he doesn't think too much. He didn't indulge in endless lamentation and incomprehension. He used the most indifferent expression and a dull feeling in his hand. He attached himself to mountains and rivers, accompanied by the breeze and bright moon, wrote a magnificent chapter and achieved the reputation of a generation of poets! He seems to tell me in a lofty and clean tone: if you are frustrated, don't think too much, but should create another kind of beauty with a yearning flatness!
Her face is as delicate as peach blossoms, her clothes are as fragrant as chrysanthemums, and her personality is as proud as plum blossoms. However, the king's neglect and the maid-in-waiting's helplessness made her stand in the depths of the courtyard. She can lean against the building and listen to the rain, and she can vent her confusion with tears. She can have so many sensitive emotions to express her disappointment in the palace. But she behaved so indifferently that she married the Huns in a seemingly silly way, so she became majestic, wise and brilliant in history in a piece of vast expanse! Wang Zhaojun, she told me in a brisk but powerful tone: We should not bemoan the helplessness of reality, but strive for long-term happiness with a yearning dullness!
His name is so vigorous, his body is so majestic, facing the reprimand of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, the confusion of Manchu Dynasty, the pain and humiliation of castration. He can express his misfortune with the pen in his hand, but he turns everything into a face that others can't understand. He wrote down the vicissitudes of two thousand years with a dull feeling, played the swan song of historians, and wrote a poem with Kubinashi rhyme! Sima Qian, he told me in an unyielding tone: instead of thinking about the misfortune in life, it is better to try harder to find value with the dull feeling in your hands!
The leaves are still falling and the years are turning. Seeing through the dark clouds of history, I finally understood what they told me-holding a dull feeling in my hand! Yes, failing an exam is nothing. What is study fatigue afraid of? Why should I sigh sadly and be too sensitive. I struggled silently in the superficial indifference, waiting for the wonderful feeling of breaking the cocoon into a butterfly in my heart!
Keep a desirable dreariness!
The feeling of prose essays 10 Time passes by, hour by hour disappears, but the manuscript placed in front of the desk is blank. Lonely and anxious, I have not been able to write a few words for a long time. Does creation need inspiration? Does inspiration depend on waiting, searching or uninvited? If writing really depends on meeting by chance, the way of waiting for the opportunity can only bind the writer's talent and hinder the birth of a great writer.
Lu Xun once said that he "eats grass and milks cows". Yes, literary works are squeezed out, not flowed out automatically. Only water can flow out automatically. I had to squeeze slowly. Can this intensive training get the real thing of art? In fact, I am forcing myself to do what I want to do but I can't (not that I can't do it, but that I dare not do it). There is nothing exciting and comforting! Every day, there will be a day's harvest, and every time a work is completed, the joy of success will flow from the heart.
Sometimes I wonder if my talent has been swept away by the torrent of life and melted into constant setbacks and blows. The great inventor Edison said, "Genius is 90% sweat and 1% inspiration." From this perspective, hard work and perseverance are indispensable and important factors for the success of every undertaking.
Many times, our efforts are in vain. Dozens of manuscripts were thrown into the wastebasket, and countless works sank into the sea after delivery, but I was not discouraged. I believe that where there is a will, there is a way, and sweat will never flow in vain!
Even if I can't write a word all day, I will use my brains and think hard to hold on to this land to be reclaimed. Even if I stare at the sky in a daze, I will wait hard and never let myself drift into the secular life!