Sunset touches my heart.
The poem "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, and the night before it is buried" touched many people's hearts, which originated from Li Shangyin's love for the sunset. But the recent encounter with the sunset also made me daydream about the sunset. Sunset, such a broken sun, touched my heart from that moment.
On Saturday, the happy bell rang, and all the students cheered, took up their schoolbags and prepared to go home. I can't lie on the table and I don't want to move. Why? For a chemistry test paper that makes me feel ashamed, and for me to be speechless in the face of the teacher's 76 points. I wanted to reflect for a while, but I was kicked out of the classroom by the labor Committee on the grounds of mopping the floor. Standing in the corridor, still lying on the railing. Tears have come out, I just asked myself a thousand times why I was so careless. I am eager, eager for God to give me a dose of "regret medicine" and let me take the exam again. Look up at your favorite blue sky. In a flash, this casual look made me find a small beam of sunshine on the old tree next to the canteen, and I followed that beam of light to find the light source. This is the sunset, this is the sunset in the west. This kind of scenery is rare. An old tree, with no green leaves, has a red sun at its top. The setting sun dyed the light blue sky dark red. When I was still immersed in such beautiful scenery, I looked up again. Why did the sun become half? I didn't want to enjoy the sunset for half a day, so I ran to the third floor, grabbed the railing and caught a glimpse of her beauty. Perhaps it is this rare beauty that makes me have to put my unhappiness and loss aside for the time being. When I saw the complete sun again, I actually smiled happily. Looking at the beautiful sunset, my mind suddenly flashed a series of doubts: why did today pass so casually? What will happen tomorrow? Will there be such a pleasant sunset?
However, after a while, I realized that we were unknown masters. What will happen tomorrow is up to its owner. It is an eternal fact that the sun rises and the sun sets. I don't care whether there will be a sunrise or a sunset tomorrow, as long as there is a sun in your heart. Similarly: I don't care if you give up halfway, as long as you have a belief in your heart. When the tears are dry, it is always useless to fantasize about the sky. Only by constantly summing up experience and sharpening our will in the recovery of mountains and rivers can we wait for the joy of a bright future with peace of mind.
Unconsciously, the sunset no longer exists, leaving only a young boy who was moved by the sunset in the silent campus with a loud voice: "Go home!" "
In a word, it touched my heart.
I once read an article saying: "Old people are always lonely ... The longer they live, the more they have to endure the pain of loneliness". At that time, I didn't quite understand, was the old man lonely? Why never show it on your face? Putting forward your own ideas with questions can also arouse readers' thinking. )
A hot summer, let me understand that the loneliness of the elderly is often ignored by us. (The transition is natural, which leads to the following. )
Grandpa, he doesn't like the accelerated life and noisy atmosphere in the city. He imitates Tao Yuanming and lives in seclusion. So he became lonely. This sentence lacks the necessary explanation. Grandpa retired and went to the country. How did his family react? Why did you leave him alone? )
I watched TV with him that summer. When the phone rang, I answered it. It was my parents. After living here for a few days, I thought I couldn't sleep. Calling twice a day is not enough. As usual, I hung up after listening to the phone. Grandpa sitting next to him asked, "Is it your father or your mother?" I smiled and said, "it's mom!" " "He sighed," Water always flows downwards! "My monk Erzhang was puzzled by this sentence." Grandpa, what do you mean? "He said," I live here alone, and the phone rings only once every ten days, but with you, the phone can ring ten times in three days! ""(It is worthy of recognition to be able to express Grandpa's loss in a comparative way, but can Grandpa's movements and demeanor be portrayed more carefully and vividly? )
This sentence deeply touched my heart. Indeed, for grandpa, the same generation has gone one after another, and there are fewer and fewer friends. The same is true for family members. The child became independent, had his own home and went to other cities. Who cares about the elderly? (This paragraph should be expanded, supplemented by some concrete sensible events or pictures, to show the loneliness of the elderly in depth, so as to better trigger the disclosure of the theme below. )
Do a filial piety for the elderly as soon as possible, perhaps a table of food; Perhaps it is a wild fruit picked by hand; Maybe it's a beautiful flower; Maybe a greeting card; Maybe tens of thousands of dollars; Maybe it's just a coin with a temperature. On the scale of filial piety, they are equivalent. What the elderly need is not material giving, but spiritual comfort. Can you dig deeper and deeper into the theme? )
"Often go home to see, go home to see, even if ..."