as for me, I'm still in the poetry I met. Let's talk about those inadvertently stored and emerging memories in 22!
The green hills are in harmony with the clouds and the rain, and the bright moon was once the beginning of 22 in both townships.
It was too heavy, and it was destined to be an extraordinary year.
Life seems to be full of accidents everywhere, disasters are always sudden, and life is inevitably short, fragile and sad. We were hit by a COVID-19 virus, and this videotaping plague made the whole country panic.
However, most people still have to return to work in order to make a living. On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, they set off from their hometown at dawn, boarded the train in the morning and changed trains at noon, only to find a few scattered passengers. After returning home, the community was controlled, travel was restricted, and the days when the pause button was pressed were quiet and people did not decline.
In this difficult day, the network in the "home life" is like a thread, stringing together relatives and friends. Everyone always uses "go out less, don't visit, wash your hands frequently, protect yourself" to greet each other and express their concern. Also like a window, you can only watch the outside world through here.
We have worked out the "Homestay Plan" for nearly half a month. Every morning, we learn poetry, do aerobics, listen to books or read books, practice yoga in the afternoon and do some housework, and watch excellent cultural programs in the evening, so that we can keep charging and adjust our mentality. Learn to adapt to the present and accept life, and then get a little freedom in a helpless situation.
The more difficult it is, the more courage you have to face up to it. "The distant sunflower" is both a dream and a hope. After reading "The Far Sunflower Field", your mood will be reversed in time, and you will calm down and sort out your thoughts. After listening to My Days in The National SouthWest Associated University, I firmly believe that the difficulties will eventually pass, the wind and rain will always subside, and there will be hope and beauty in life as scheduled.
the green hills are like clouds and rain, and the bright moon was never two townships. The epidemic is ruthless, people have love, and on a special day, I saw these poems; I saw online news reports that many caring enterprises, caring people and caring shopkeepers donated money and materials; I also saw many retrograde people rushing to help Jiangcheng, hoping that the warmth of love will blossom as soon as possible, and I hope that the mountains and rivers will be safe and the world will be safe!
You must remember the good times of the year, especially when it is orange, orange and green.
As the haze of the epidemic is gradually dispelled, there are obviously more cars and people going to work on the road, and it feels that the city is full of vitality at once.
after the late spring, I was seconded to work. The girls who met together in twos and threes and the little brother in sevens and eighties made me experience the hardships, excitement and joy in different working environments in a short period of nearly five months.
The light summer season marks that summer is full of colors, and our various practical activities are in full swing at that time. It feels like the weekend with the highest temperature this summer. At noon, the sun was as hot as our enthusiasm, but it didn't affect our volunteers and logistics staff at all.
under the simple folding tent set up, various activities, such as charity scissors and free clinic, are being carried out in an orderly manner. In the hot square, the old people are holding cattail leaf fans, and the children are scurrying for fear of missing the lively scene, which adds infinite joy and auspiciousness to the activities.
In July, t.a and September, clothes were given. In the early autumn, when catkins were snowing and chrysanthemums were in full bloom, the Yuan Ye was filled with mature colors and mellow harvest. No matter what publicity activities we have gone through, or the simulation evaluation of the airport lobby or the rural bookstore, everyone arrived at their destination at the first time in the early morning when the sky was dim, and went home after work at the beginning of the lights or even at midnight when the lights were dim. Everyone was positive, serious, sunny and happy. I often get dizzy and forget my age, and happily spend the happiest and brightest warm time in it.
you must remember the good scenery in a year, especially when it is orange, orange and green. Re-reading this poem, thinking of those past events, we can still feel the kind of passion that we once had, imbued with the boiling emotions at that time. At a certain moment, work seems to be no longer work, but footnotes that are particularly dazzling after suffering from overtime and hard work.
reading books on the pillow is good, and the scenery in front of the door is good.
Hobbies are not only the adjustment of life but also the practice of life. I like yoga. According to the normal rules, it is still possible to punch in the gym three or four times a week.
However, life is abnormal occasionally. After the weather turns cold, there is something wrong with the lumbar intervertebral disc. It's ok to stand upright, and it hurts when you sit still, especially when you lift things. I hurried to shoot a film and was told by the doctor that I couldn't exercise for a while and needed acupuncture or baking electricity for a while.
since you can't move on, keep quiet inward! A good life is often a process of self-healing, and only action can reflect the value. Inadvertently browsing a reading media, I contacted a teacher's lecture on recruiting students for writing training camp on the platform, and I did not hesitate to sign up for the course.
After more than 2 days' study, I feel that many things are hard to learn. Although I have been exposed to many content methods of new media writing, I am unable to use them. But it doesn't matter, the teacher said that "completion is more important than perfection", and every inch of happiness, even a small success, is a small blessing in life.
All beings, as ordinary people, never strive for earth-shattering, but just want to be a grass that will live up to this life.
In the coming year, I hope we can make a beautiful duster out of all the chicken feathers, and enrich our inner world with an upward attitude towards life. Just like this song sung by Jackson Yee:
A lot of dreams have not been finished
Catch up together
As long as it is related to you
I will be brave.