A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;
In summer, your eyes are thick green;
In autumn, your eyes are clear;
In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.
Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...
You are an ancient song in our life-
You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;
You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;
You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...
Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;
Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?
Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.
Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!
mournful winds and monotonous rains
I really want to get caught in a rain, and I really want the rain to wash away that memory. Maybe the rain will wake me up. The feeling of raindrops hitting the face will make people confused whether it is tears or rain, so I can say: boys don't cry!
Rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, washed away all the dirty dust on the earth, giving people a clean feeling, but the cold rain could not wash away my gray mood! Perhaps our meeting is like a dream, a dream that makes me happy for a while but makes me sad for a long time. I walked out of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I walked to the middle of the avenue and stood there, only the sound of rain before and after, and people didn't know where to hide. Great! I can miss you heartily, call you deeply ... holding an umbrella and chanting your name over and over again, I have a soft and warm feeling, and I can hardly breathe. There have been scenes, and one shot after another seems to have been discussed a long time ago, slowly passing by my eyes in the rain, slowly passing by. ...
The landscape is still long, and the sun and the moon turn to tears! That day, you left me, and my desolate heart was ignored. I never imagined that one day you could come back, see my trauma and feel melancholy, because I didn't want you to be unhappy at all. Standing on the tree-lined path of the campus, I felt a twinge of pain in my heart when I looked at the double shadows vaguely embracing each other not far away.
Rain fell from the sky on the umbrella and wet my cold body. I just stood there, I don't know how long I've been standing, and I don't know if I'm tired. I can no longer choose to stare at you with such a sad look, and my feeling of happiness has turned into heartache! I can't see whether the rain is horizontal or oblique, and my umbrella doesn't know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the wind and rain is so lonely! Staring at your distant back, I have been satisfied with your happiness, and then turned around silently, leaving the corner where I can appreciate you without being known by you. It's just a quick glance, but it's enough for me to relive the whole day.
The rain stopped slowly, and the bleak autumn wind blew away the roses all over the ground, turning them into tears and drifting away into clouds. My heart is lost, but I can't find it with the bleak autumn wind! Fall to the ground and become dust. Who ever thought that prayer could make the sky starry and get sincere and eternal love; Who once held a rose and prayed for the happiness of dawn, but raised his hand in the sunset and let the petals fall with the wind! Until what time, looking up at the rainbow can be seen by geniuses, and looking back at the wind can't see the dust; Until when, really a flower can be exchanged for four seasons? Perhaps the water grows eastward, and things are different; Perhaps the fate of this brush has passed in retrospect! Perhaps my imagination is so rich that I forget that I am not a god; Maybe I was so stubborn that I forgot that God disposes. I am not a god, but I hope that the gods will be moved and God will be in charge, but I believe that God knows. Find a piece of pure land to plant roses and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free and the flowers will be gorgeous; May the autumn wind be like a song, and true love last forever!
Keep going
Madame Curie walked persistently and finally discovered a wonderful radioactive element-radium; Edison walked with perseverance, and after thousands of experiments, he finally invented the electric light, which brought light to people in the dark. Beethoven and his persistent peers, although deaf in both ears, still created a symphony of destiny; Sima Qian walked with persistent colleagues and dedicated a wonderful historian's swan song to people. ...
Persistent walking can make us firm, let us never give up, and let us reach the other side of success …
On the rugged mountain road, a blind monk in a hurry asked an old man the way: "Where is the Rosa Castle Temple?" The old man replied, "Just go over two mountains." Seeing the blind monk resolutely moving forward, the old man couldn't help worrying and asked, "How can the elders cross the mountains and mountains because they are blind?" Without looking back, the blind monk calmly dropped four words: "There is a way in my heart ..."
I'm sure the blind monk will be able to reach the Rosaborg Temple that he yearns for in his heart. His simple sentence "There is a way in my heart" expresses a kind of spirit and a belief in unremitting walking.
Calligrapher Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is unprecedented. And this exquisite word stems from his persistence in his persistent peers, so that the pool that he scrubs every day becomes Mo Chi. His son Wang Xianzhi practiced calligraphy for a few days when he was a teenager, but he showed his mother the copybooks his father had read. However, his mother said that only the word "a little" was like his father. Actually, the word "a little" was written by his father. Since then, he has devoted himself to following his father's teachings, exhausted several buckets of water at home, and finally became a generation of calligraphy masters. It can be seen that Wang and his son came through with perseverance, and finally the calligraphy was unparalleled.
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Walking with persistence is doomed to go through storms, but persistence tells us: "Sunshine always comes after storms." Walking with persistence is doomed to face loneliness or bitterness. But insist on telling us: "What's the harm in getting the fragrant rose with thorns all over your body?" Insist on always looking at us with firm eyes: "Come with me and you will get a basket of surprises."
Madame Curie, who walked persistently, told us: "I am willing to explore the unknown elements persistently, which brings me infinite pleasure and surprise." Edison, who walked persistently, said, "I must achieve what I have determined." Even if I fail thousands of times, who can say that I can't see success in that 10 1 time? " Beethoven, who walked persistently, said, "Music is my life, and I am as obsessed with music creation as I am with my own life." Sima Qian, who walked with perseverance, told us: "Because I saw the persistent eyes that my father gave me when he died, my pen for recording history could not stop ..."
Persistence is the perseverance that drops of water and wears away stones. Persistence is Kuafu's never-ending pace of chasing the sun. Persistence is the firm belief of Jingwei in reclaiming land. ...
On the road of life, if we choose a partner, then we should choose to persist. Keep going, just like being with camels in the desert, we will definitely find a beautiful oasis at the end of the vast sand sea.
It's grass yellow season again. Everywhere, the green mottles disappear, and only the dry light yellow gradually fills people's sight, which is the most flexible retroversion at the end of life.
I like to watch the fallen leaves fall on the hay. The red leaves and yellow stems are very bright and beautiful. Looking at them, I will think of the bleak glory when the sun sets slowly, and I will think of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand on the stone steps, calm and safe, with a touch of warmth and some touching.
After the first snowstorm in winter, they will disappear on the ground, return to the embrace of Mother Earth and rest in peace. Waiting, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will awaken all their descendants.
I like to see the beauty of grass green Jiang Nanan, and the bleak winter escapes with their little laughter. How tender is the new green stem? In the crevices, on the soil, they bravely stand tall, grow inch by inch in the cold wind and rain, dye the banks and the earth bit by bit, and weave exciting spring clothes under the blue sky and breeze.
How can you stand the lush grass? Gently touch with your hand, as delicate as a baby's skin. A little slip from the palm of your hand, and some tiny life rhythms pass from your hand to your heart. People can't help but sigh that such a delicate plant has such tenacious vitality. It takes the lead in responding to the spring breeze, attracting pink, bees and butterflies and beautiful spring.
I like to watch the grass grow in midsummer. Under the caress of the scorching sun, the grass releases all the good things in life. The endless green Yuan Ye sets off all kinds of blooming flowers, and the blue sky becomes lower in the field of vision, as if bending down close to the grass.
During this time, the grass is the biggest and softest new bed, tempting us to give our bodies to them very comfortably, without anxiety and trouble, and dreaming the most relaxing dream surrounded by the grass.
When we close our eyes, the grass in the sun surrounds our sense of smell. What a sweet and delicious fragrance it is. It is not strong with all kinds of flowers, but elegant with famous brand perfume. It is the smell of cooked rice, the smell in the milk of cattle and sheep, the original smell of nature, the taste of the earth and the embrace of mother.
Yes, grass, you are the main food for cattle, horses and sheep. Through them, you become white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, and rushing power, which holds up all ethnic groups and countries.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. Time flies, as if to see a generation of hero Genghis Khan, riding a whip, commanding thousands of troops, sweeping across Eurasia, invincible. Grass created an unprecedented hero on horseback.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Flexible grass, what are you? Is it our countless humble and weak lives? We are ordinary grass people, but we can also describe spring, dress up the earth, unite weak lives, change the environment and create the world.
That familiar song sounded like a melody in my heart: no flowers/no trees/I'm an unknown grass/I'm never lonely/I'm never worried/You see my partners are all over the world. ...
References:
Rongshuxia
* In the lonely winter, there is dim yellow everywhere. Everywhere is bleak, even the once clear river has lost its luster and is sleepy under the ice. There is a mother and daughter, in the warm sunshine. Now, the mother is combing her daughter's hair. She stroked her hair gently and braided her hair gently. A smile was written on her face, as if her love could never be filled, overflowing to her mouth, flowing to the corner of her eyes and spinning into a long braid. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered gold powder, shining with erratic brilliance. The daughter nestled in her mother's arms and kept saying something. She makes her mother laugh from time to time, and the warm family melts the cold in winter, making the winter scenery of Xiaosuo spin out the beauty of spring.
It began to snow in the evening, and then it didn't stop all night. Snowflakes fell gently on the beehive coated with black paint. The bees are sleeping. In a delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it is like a secret letter sealed with wax. Like refined pure gold particles, it was treasured by rich kings. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living things. In the sun, their dreams are the sweetest. There are Chinese milk vetch and rape flowers in the south, Sophora japonica, jujube flowers and Vitex negundo in the north, and the first floor is blooming again. But I don't know if there will be any traces of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly with the beat of snow, it will smell a wisp of fragrance falling from the sky, which is holy and magical. Unfortunately, no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers on the earth have exhausted them.
* In the years of poverty, people can also feel some deep happiness. For example, I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice, pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, and sit in front of the "door" (the stone steps of the hall door) to savor the aroma of lard bibimbap. Every grain of rice is full of happiness.
The happiness of life lies not in one's environment, one's position and what one can enjoy, but in how one's heart corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their happiness, the rich have their happiness, the powerful have their happiness, and the humble have their happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; In life, everyone has happiness and troubles, which is the true face of the human world.
When love passes through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a tremulous chord, a dispersion of flowers, lasting and warm, extending to others, from one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth floating from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a tired footprint and an indifferent heart in the spiritual world. Then, the loved one will light a match in his heart with a kind of warmth, although sometimes it is so weak.
* If you are just a drop of water, but you reflect the colorful light of the sun, let the black people see the most beautiful color in the world. How important you are to the children.
No matter how small and humble, you can also write fairy tales of life in your own world and create miracles of life. Maybe. Because of you, the world has added a color. When you are brave, you should say to yourself, "I am very important, I am a landscape."
* Smile. Sing the song of life. Tears should flow for the sadness of others; Kindness should be born for a kind heart; Compassion, giving poverty to the poor; Care, warmth, loneliness and desolation.
* Death, disease, injury, injustice ... these have long existed. Moreover, there are plays in their name all the time in this world. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry, but they were soon forgotten. Some ugly phenomena. It once filled us with indignation, but it soon gave way to exciting things. All this is just because they happen to others and are too far away from my world; Our feelings cooled, solidified and floated into the air.
No matter how mean your life is, meet it and live it well; Don't shun it, and don't curse it. Not as bad as you. When you are richest, you look poorest. The faultfinder can find faults even in heaven. You should love your life, even if it is poor. Even in the workhouse, you still have a happy, happy and glorious time. The setting sun is reflected on the window of the workhouse, as bright as the window of a rich family; In front of that door, the snow in early spring melted. I only see a calm person, like in a palace, living contentedly and having happy thoughts everywhere. In my opinion, the poor in towns often lead the most independent and uninhibited lives. Maybe they deserve it because they are great. Most people think that they are detached and do not rely on the support of towns; But in fact, they often use improper means to deal with life. They are not detached, but disgraceful. Think of poverty as a flower in the garden and plant it like a saint! Don't bother yourself with new tricks, whether it is new friends or new clothes. Find the old one and go back there. Everything is the same, but we are changing. You can sell your clothes, but keep your thoughts.
The stars on the horizon gradually disappeared in the morning light. At the last moment, the stars are still telling us last night's dream in the distance, comforting those who are about to wake up and comforting those who have woken up and will face loneliness. The stars tell us what is quiet beauty, fantasy and romance. ......
Am I the first person to wake up and say goodbye to Chen? I hope so, but I don't, because I am eager to have a quiet conversation with the stars and say some touching words hidden in my heart. But at the same time, who among us doesn't want that delightful bosom friend? Wouldn't it be better to say goodbye to them?
Chen and I will go away and go to the other side far away from us. I saw him off with my dear friends. In the foggy sky, in the strange thinking ..... all of us have no sadness, except a touch of sadness, because we all know that there is another world on the other side of Chen.
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When you hold your head high, you will be surprised to lose the empty planetesimals.
A pot of wine makes the world drunk.
If the continuous green waves of bamboo forests make people feel relaxed and happy, and the shallow water in the south of the Yangtze River makes people linger, then we can only use shock to describe the ups and downs of Kunlun Mountain.
Kunlun, since ancient times, has attracted Taoists in Buddhism to build temples here, cultivate one's morality and cultivate one's character, and preach scriptures and sermons. The forest here is deep and the scenery is beautiful. At the turn of spring and summer, the mountains are covered with green trees and flowers, which is even more charming.
In the chaotic world, artists have perfectly grasped the beauty of Kunlun: it is near dusk, and the sun hangs obliquely in the west. The undulating Kunlun Mountain is like wearing a golden coat, which is surprisingly beautiful. Surrounded by mountains, there is a beautiful lake with clear wind and white sand and blue waves hanging high. Snow peaks in the distance, colorful clouds stretching freely in the sky and swans skimming over the lake have formed a series of shadows in the lake, making this sacred lake more lonely, picturesque, dreamy and moving, like a virgin with bright eyes.
Xinding quandong
Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.
The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.
The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.
When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one after another, one after another, your heart will suddenly surge ... finally you realize that life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever?
The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!
Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render!
Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart. ...
Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.
Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.
You are too young to see. But every time I see you emerge from the cracks in the wall, rubble, roof and even hard stone cracks, I can't help but be impressed by your tenacious vitality and give my heartfelt admiration.
You are the representative of tenacious vitality in green plants. In the face of the test of nature, you always keep the unyielding attitude of the strong. No matter fire, flood, frost or drought, you can't give in.
I especially admire you for your consistency, perseverance and perseverance, regardless of the good or bad environment. In that hot desert, you can always see your unyielding figure, or a plant, or a clump. Even if the water there is as expensive as oil, you will continue to develop strongly downward, and your slender roots will plunge into the ground until you find a precious water source. The vitality of weeds can be described as powerful! Weeds will be stronger! On the snowy mountain, you are also growing tenaciously, facing the cold wind and resisting the extreme cold. When the spring breeze blew the snow down the mountain, you sprouted several new green shoots.
That's how you keep growing. Although you don't have the heroic spirit of a pine tree, the graceful weeping willow, the gorgeous peaches and plums, and the fragrance of the garden, you are full of the vitality of nature, and you have been deeply rooted in my heart!
I praise the grass, and I will loudly praise those who have strong will!
Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming.
In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.
Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance. Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.
In summer, only withered roots and leaves are left in the lotus pond in the mosaic field. It has long lost the charm of beads. The cold wind shook gently, withered and withered leaves, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying for the decline of the present. If there is another cold rain, more flowers will fall, which will help Li Yishan keep listening to the rain.
The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, but they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pine and cypress are left in the mountains, which are as green as frost, and there is gray in the light green. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.
Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the riverbank that used to be beaten by waves is now in a state of stagnation. The river seems to have frozen, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.
Yes, the winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, without any movement of life. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything, sucking away their vitality bit by bit.
Being here, I can only send my feelings to the window, send my heart to the distance, and hope to have a trace of new green and send the hope of spring.
Bright colors
Life has its ups and downs, just like a palette. Life is colorful, just like a series, in which there are sour and sweet, bitter and spicy. In short, life needs color to be wonderful!
Rhett, your life needs passion. Once you have passion, it is to lay a good foundation for the future. Naturally, it is easy to do anything with passion. Passion is a rich side of life, and it will accompany you at any time. If you can wake it up, it will give you success in life.
Orange, as simple as autumn, is also a symbol of harvest. At the end of a semester, my labor will have results, both good and bad. Carefully cultivated, the fruit is naturally huge. Waiting for the rabbit will only be rotten skin and no fruit to eat!
Yellow, although not very good in people's first impression, is a valuable lesson. After failure, don't lose heart, have confidence, learn from experience and be ready to make a comeback, because failure often opens another door to success for you.
Green, life must be happy, happiness is often bitter first and then sweet, yes, as long as you have experienced ups and downs, in the end, you will always encounter a rainbow.
Cyan, which appears only after people fail, is bitter and stressful. However, as long as everything is optimistic, it will gradually disappear.
Blue is the easy side of life, which everyone yearns for most, because everyone wants to spend every day in life easily.
Purple is the last thing people want to meet in their life. It is the worry of blue and relaxation, so people don't want to meet it all their lives.
Black, the messenger of darkness, makes people feel lonely, but it also has a sense of mystery, which adds a color to life.
White, the exact opposite of black, is pure and friendly. It doesn't make people feel lonely, but makes people feel happy. Often people yearn for and pursue.
In my opinion, color is the best of all colors, because it has all colors and is the most complete.
If life has no color, it is no longer wonderful. What's good about an ordinary life? It is better to have more trouble and be happy, so that people can get inspiration and insight, and they can also get experiences and lessons, so life needs color!
Life is picturesque and needs color to describe it.
Song of Haiyan
On the vast sea, the wind gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried, and in the brave cry of the birds, the dark clouds heard the joy. In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea.
The sea duck also groaned. They, sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of fighting in life: thunderous thunder scares them.
Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only the arrogant petrel, brave and free, flies in the bubble sea!
Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder. Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust.
Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings swept up the water droplets of the waves.
Look, it flies like an elf-a proud black storm elf-it's laughing, it's howling ... it's laughing at these dark clouds, it's howling happily! This sensitive spirit-from the rage of thunder, it has long recognized sleepiness and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't! The wind roared and the thunder roared ... piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burned in the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant.
── the storm! A storm is coming!
This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:
── Let the storm come more violently.
Reading and sleeping
Friend, do you like reading? Books shorten the distance of time and shorten the interval of regions; Book, let you swim in Qian Shan and have a bird's eye view of ancient and modern China; Books accompany you through the ideal journey, and life is full of sunshine and hope from now on.
Yes, "books are the ladder of human progress". Life without books is like the earth without the sun; Wisdom without books is like a bird without wings.
I like reading. Before going to bed, I always like to lie in bed, take out a book and read it casually under the light. I have followed Lu Xun's ink to listen to shouts; Once accompanied by distant voices, I searched for fragments of civilization. Books are ships of thought, breaking the waves. Books give us not simple knowledge, nor fleeting excitement, but confidence in survival, necessary wisdom and courage in life, awaken our hearts and make people respect the dignity of life.
After reading How Steel was Tempered, I met an indomitable hero-Paul Kochakin. I seem to see an exciting scene. Countless Soviet youths, carrying this book, shouted "for the motherland, advance!" " "Bravely rushed to the crazy fascist invaders, and the blood stained the vast snowfield. I finally understand that life belongs to everyone, although only once, but only dedicated to the most magnificent cause of mankind-* * cause, such a life is meaningful.
In the warm dialogue of Tagore's The Gardener and the Bird, I felt the fragrance of life. By the light of the Qinhuai River, I vaguely recognized my father's former shadow; Under the little orange lamp on a cold night, I saw the selflessness of innocence and maternal love: in the empty sea, I understood the unyielding struggle of the old man against the sea!
When you are young, you can see the scenery of life. Under the lamp, listen to the echo of success, enjoy the happiness of life, observe the bitterness of failure and understand the true meaning of life. Books give me not only the opportunity to read beautiful articles, but also the pleasure of reading and the true knowledge of being a man.
Books are good friends when you are lonely; When depressed, the book is an open window; When you are depressed, books are bright sunshine; When I feel cold, the book is a burning flame ... We communicate with the characters in the book and are influenced by truth, goodness and beauty.
Life with books, how nice! Good book, my forever friend!
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