Happiness is living!
As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy.
Life gives me endless power, allowing me to render it into thousands of gorgeous colors, so I never have anything with dark colors, I am afraid that they will drown me! So I dress brightly and feel full of energy! Happiness is living!
As long as I can live, I have a reason to be happy.
God has given me everything I have, advantages or disadvantages, and I am happy to accept them all. They have made me who I am today!
I feel a great honor to be able to survive here safely!
Happiness is living!
As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy.
I am greedy for delicious food, even though I said I would go on a hunger strike!
I am afraid of flowers, but the scenery is still beautiful!
There are too many things in this world that are worthy of my pursuit. Life is so short, there is no waste and no romance! Happiness is living!
As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy!
The promises and oaths were too heavy, and everything gradually drifted away, leaving me with two sleeves of breeze to live a happy and joyful life!
I have gained enough, and it is too late to thank me. I am afraid of missing out on the enjoyment, and I have no time to complain or doubt!
"Every moment before dawn"
The snow fell in February, and the scattered flowers fell into pieces.
No one can face this silent but vigorous howl calmly. The white chill and hunting cold wind are a grand memorial ceremony for the long days. I am haggard with gardenia wine. I raise my glass and ask who is drunk with me...
On a rainy night, the banana trees are dripping down, turning into the abjection of empty pavilions. Bai Lian spread out a clean table and placed Jiao Wei, who had been lonely for thousands of years. There was no moment worth singing in a low voice in the thousands of years. While waiting, I glimpsed the alternation of prosperity and decline. The wind and moon are still there, Guanghan's dancing sleeves are not seen in the world, the memories are clear and fading, who can see the faint smile in the swaying candlelight... The wind blows through the bamboo forest, the Qinghua University is swaying, and it cannot withstand the silence of ghosts and ghosts. Walking alone, no strings and ropes cut, no shadow, no shadow at night, the most difficult thing to do. Sleepless, listening to the whispers of heaven and earth, abandoning countless prosperity, the colors reflected by dewdrops are the condensation of a night of clear dreams, falling inadvertently into the infinite, finally broken into a gentle kiss, and then, death.
The bits and pieces before the first term have shattered fame, fame and fortune; the scattered bits and pieces are sad, the close friends are few, and it is a bit carefree and a bit boring.
Injury is inevitable in life. Failure and falling are not terrible. What is terrible is that you are unable to recover because of it and lose your pursuit of life and lofty ideals. No one's path forward is smooth and steady, even boats sailing in the river are bound to be bumpy. The ups and downs encountered in life are not occasional embarrassments, but inevitable trials.
In everyone's heart, there have been those people who are worth remembering. They may still be there, or they may have disappeared long ago, lost in the vast sea of ??people. Therefore, the memory becomes desolate, because there are only those in the vague memory. There is an "empty shell" left, with nothing, not even my own heart. Time has smoothed everything away and blocked the tears of that day, because there are no more. Missing is just sad!
On a sultry day, the cicadas couldn’t bear the loneliness and kept chirping. I was alone, and there was no one close to me in the silence. I wanted to listen to rock music crazily, and listen to hysterical singing, just to escape. The strong feeling of loneliness in a world without people. One person is cold, but two people are wonderful. Therefore, the inexplicable impulse makes me miss my old friends and the past days. Although unrealistic reverie cannot bring back everything in the past, I hope that my thoughts can fly away after closing. In the world behind the eyes, there are smiles, dancing figures, and dancing...
The most cherishable thing is today, because today is the easiest thing to pass away. To grasp today is to grasp hope. Minutes and seconds are just moments, and the minutes and seconds they carry are called a day. Time often passes inadvertently. Youth is more precious after several times in life. For teenagers of our age, youth is no longer enough. For twenty years, in the life of study, we must rely on our own strength to steer our own boat to the other side of hope.
When glitz gives us too much deception, the falsehood in reality almost makes us forget the true existence. It is true love that brings back the confused heart, and it is true love that brings us the purest and most authentic feeling. , it reveals the vow of beauty and permeates the eternal and persistent true love.
Youth is a time of laughter and crying. Youthful teenagers are like young eagles soaring in the blue sky. Although they are not fully grown up, they are a little childish and a little ignorant. They can't escape the hands of their parents but they try their best. I want to find my own piece of sky, for a moment of passion, for the feeling of flying alone!
I lament life because I have never had any spectacular feats. I feel insignificant and mediocre. It seems that life is too simple, so simple that it makes people feel irritated.
I didn’t talk about the future brazenly, I just held the present in a more realistic way. I think this is a road, a journey that everyone must embark on. I once saw this sentence: The process of growing up is long but fulfilling, and the journey of self-development is long and fulfilling. The process of destruction is short-lived but leaves a lifetime of pain. Life can be said to be a test, and where you go depends on yourself.
The wind is so gentle, driving the small trees and grass to dance together. When a breeze comes, it is like a mother's hand gently touching my face. I like that feeling, with a hint of coolness. , which makes people feel relaxed and happy. To enjoy life, you don’t have to be accompanied by delicacies from mountains and seas, and silk and satin. Nature is the most precious thing God has given to mankind.
Life is wonderful because of setbacks
In the school of life, setbacks are a required course.
This course increases our courage; strengthens our will; strengthens our beliefs, making us stronger, braver, and more optimistic... I have such personal experience.
I love folk music and the pipa. When I first learned it, I encountered many setbacks, big and small. These setbacks almost knocked me down, and at one point I was ready to give up pipa. When I was feeling discouraged, a successful performance on stage won me praise from many people.
I laughed. This success made me understand the beauty of setbacks. I understood that if there are no setbacks in life, life will be as dull as a glass of boiled water; if there are no setbacks in life, it will be like an endless desert. Without a little ups and downs, what's the meaning of life?
Perhaps, you are still shaking your head, saying these cannot convince you, then please watch Beethoven. Beethoven was deaf in both ears. You know, a musician loses his hearing like a driver loses his eyes. However, he endured the torture of illness and inspired himself with the words "I will hold the throat of fate and never let fate make me surrender" and continued to struggle in the field of music. He composed the immortal masterpiece "Ninth Symphony" . This not only gave his life a beautiful melody, but also brought wonderful life and beautiful feelings to people who love music all over the world.
Sima Qian wrote "Historical Records" in prison; Wu Chengen suffered repeated setbacks in the imperial examination, but he did not give up and wrote "Journey to the West"; Pu Songling, who had no ambition and lived in poverty in his life, created China The famous collection of classical Chinese short stories "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"; Lu Xun was still able to write the well-known "Wandering" and "The Scream" despite the persecution of dark forces... and the paralyzed Ostrovsky and his "How Steel Was Tempered"; the violin prince Perlman, who was disabled for life due to polio...
When these living examples are shown in front of you, do you still shake your head? Do you still think that setbacks are just obstacles that prevent you from moving forward?
In fact, life is like the sea, and setbacks are like the waves in the sea, which give the sea its magnificence and mystery; life is like a blue sky, and setbacks are like white clouds in the blue sky, dotted with stars, but full of them; life is like a A blank piece of paper, and setbacks are like brushes that paint beautiful pictures on the white paper of life; life is a movement, and setbacks are the beating notes in this movement, the beautiful movement played...
If you choose the blue sky, don't long for the wind and the sun; if you choose the land, don't long for the flat continent; if you choose the ocean, don't long for smooth sailing. Let us face setbacks bravely, and life will be more exciting because of setbacks!
"Talk about Life" Bing Xin
I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.
Life is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. It originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are its predecessors. He gathered many small streams and formed a powerful torrent, rushing downwards. He zigzagged through the cliffs, overturned layers of sand and soil, carried rolling sand and stones, and flowed away happily and bravely. He enjoyed everything he encountered along the way:
Sometimes when he encountered a rocky obstacle, he galloped angrily, roaring, spinning, and the ups and downs of front and back waves pushed him until he passed. , only after he overturned the cliff did he calmly plunge thousands of miles. Sometimes he passed by the thin flat sand and saw the red peach blossoms on the bank in the fragrant grass at sunset. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly and singing in a low voice, and spent this period gently. Romantic trip.
Sometimes he encountered a storm. The electric shock and thunder frightened his soul. The strong wind swept him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily confused and disturbed, and the rain passed by. Qing only gave him a lot of new strength.
Sometimes he encounters the sunset and the new moon, shining and projecting on him, with some faint warmth in the coldness: At this time, he just wants to rest and sleep, and the forward momentum Strength still urged him to move forward...
Finally one day, he saw the sea from a distance, ha! He has reached the end of his journey. The sea takes his breath away and bows his head. How vast and great it is! How light, yet how dark! The sea solemnly stretched out its arms to welcome him, and he flowed into her arms without a word. He has melted and become naturalized. He cannot be said to be happy or sad!
Maybe one day, he will rise from the raindrops on the sea again, fly to the west, form a river, and then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for the peach blossoms on the bank.
However, I don’t dare to talk about the next life, nor do I dare to believe in the next life!
Life is like a small tree. It gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches out under the ice and snow, and breaks out bravely and happily in the moist soil in early spring. He may grow on a plain, on a rock, or on a city wall. As long as he looks up and sees the sky, ha! I saw the sky! He stretched out his young leaves to absorb the air, receive the sunshine, sing in the rain, and dance in the wind.
He may have been shaded by a big tree, or he may have been under the pressure of a big tree, but the power of his youthful growth finally made him break free through the branches and leaves, standing upright and raising his head in the scorching sun. ! When he encounters a luxurious spring, he may have trees full of flowers, bees and butterflies flying and making noise around him, and birds enjoying and singing on his branches. He will hear the oriole singing, the cuckoo crying blood, and maybe even the owl. The strange chirping of birds.
When he reaches his most prosperous middle age, he stretches out his canopy-like shade to shade the flowers and grass under the trees. He bears numerous fruits to present the endless sweetness and beauty of the earth. Fangxin. The autumn wind has risen, blowing its leaves from dark green to crimson. Under the autumn sun, it once again has a solemn and splendid look. It is not the pride of flowering, nor the joy of fruiting, but the tranquility and joy after success!
My world is so lonely
Loneliness, such a sad and helpless word, is like a dim lamp, lighting up the sad feelings. My world is lonely and sad.
The biting cold wind howled by outside the window, and the branches with all the dead leaves whipped against the glass, making the empty room look extremely lonely. My heart aches and the feeling of loneliness oppresses and stimulates every sensitive nerve.
Standing on tiptoes, I looked out the window, eager to find a little warmth. After staring for a long time, he turned his eyes back to the room with disappointment: the vehicles rushing by on the road; the strangers passing by in a hurry; the fallen leaves hurriedly leaving the big trees, silent in the gloomy weather. Where does the warmth come from? Some are just a rush of loneliness.
The color of the room is sickly pale, with pale walls, pale ceiling, pale bed quilts, and pale and lonely people. I really want to open that locked door and escape from such a lonely space. I just tried hard, but still no results.
I want a little more color, even just a little bit, to decorate my lonely world.
Maybe you are thinking: How can a twelve-year-old child feel like this? Silence is the answer: when the heart is tired, the world will naturally become speechless and lonely.
How can your heart be tired? You might ask next. He opened his mouth and replied silently: "It's just the sadness of autumn, the helplessness of life, the heavy workload of school... The combined weight of all these burdens makes the body tired and the soul tired."
That world , is the soul. The locked "person" is a dream. I dream of being a writer; I dream of drawing comics; I dream of traveling across thousands of mountains and rivers; I dream of tasting all the ups and downs... However, I can't let go of all the burdens.
Speechless, I go up to the west building alone/The moon is like a hook/Lonely Wutong deep courtyard is locked in the autumn/It keeps cutting/It is still chaotic/It is the sorrow of separation/There is a different feeling in my heart...
In the words My favorite song is "Happy Meeting", with its intermittent sadness and lingering plaintive language, it uses ink to outline a heart-breaking picture.
Cold rain fell outside the window, and sadness filled the house. A long sigh revealed the troubles in his heart.
A quick bell rang, and I said, "Here we come." I stood up in a hurry, opened the door and walked out. He murmured in a low voice: "It's time to go to school." Goodbye, world...Lonely world...lock the door and hide it in your heart, not wanting others to see it.
Outside the real window, the autumn wind is bleak, but the afternoon sunshine is just right.