Mid-Autumn Festival, the streets and alleys, from time to time there are bursts of fragrance, refreshing.
When you open the door of the restaurant, you can see plates of zongzi wrapped in bamboo leaves on the table, surrounded by amiable family members. They greet you to sit down with a smile and put a steaming zongzi into your hand. Looking at this delicious and refreshing zongzi, I draw a vague shadow in my mind.
He was once a confidant of the emperor and a loyal minister of the country; He has made great contributions to the country. He once punished landlords and bullies and brought happiness to the people. However, because the traitor was in power, he and the emperor were sorted out, which led to the emperor's indifference to him, and he no longer paid attention to them.
Looking at the dying motherland, and then watching the powerful Qin State nibble away at the country's land, Qu Yuan was very indignant, so he looked at the cloudy sky by the Guluo River in the motherland, looked at the motherland that was weakening during the day, looked at the Guluo River, jumped and disappeared into the sight of others.
After his death, people kept coming to commemorate him. People were heartbroken after he threw himself into the river. In order to ensure that this great patriotic poet will not be forgotten by everyone, on the fifth day of May every year, Zongzi wrapped in bamboo leaves is specially thrown into the river, so that the fish in the river can't eat Qu Yuan's body, and the poet's body remains intact in the world.
Qu Yuan, do you know how much your people miss you when you are away? When you were about to jump into Guluo River, didn't you notice that the cloudy sky was not God's detention for you?
While you are away, your people will stay in Lacrimosa all day! With you gone, the traitors in the DPRK are in power, and there is no place that is not a conspiracy trap. People live in the exploitation and fraud of officials all day. We still miss you today.
Great poet! May your dead rest in the ground forever!
It was raining in Mao Mao today, and yesterday's heat was finally suppressed. Inadvertently see the calendar hanging on the wall, only to find that it has arrived in April, and in two days, isn't it Qingming? At this time, I suddenly remembered Li Bai's poem: it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die.
When I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I was reminded of the mourning for the revolutionary martyrs, and vivid examples echoed in my mind. For example, Dong Cunrui laid down his life to bomb the bunker, Qiu endured the pain of being burned all over in order to take care of the overall situation, Huang Jiguang blocked the loophole with his body, which was awesome, and Liu Hulan died unyielding in the face of the rebels ... Without the sacrifice and blood of these martyrs, the people who fought bloody battles with the enemy to defend our land, and the correct command line of the party, would we still have a stable life today? Can you still step into a well-off society with adequate food and clothing? I can't. Everything we have today exists because of them. It is precisely because of their fearless spirit that our soldiers can break through the enemy's siege again and again and win the war, drive the enemy out of our country and realize the reunification of the motherland. Thanks to great revolutionary leaders such as Mao Zedong and Deng Xiaoping, we have broken through economic obstacles, climbed many mountains and made brilliant achievements.
Let me present you with a bunch of flowers to show my deep respect. I will never forget you, and with the passage of time, the descendants of the Chinese nation will never forget you. You have laid a solid foundation for our beautiful life today.
Today, although our life has achieved food and clothing, we still have not stopped and are still trying to climb higher mountains. Know how to be prepared for danger in times of peace, and make full preparations before the accident comes, so as not to be confused at that time. Today, our science and technology are still developing and have made amazing achievements. The aerospace industry is our witness, and we are proud of our motherland. In addition, the state also attaches great importance to education and has popularized nine-year compulsory education. Now we are working hard in the direction of 12-year compulsory education, training generations of talents, and the scientific and technological innovation has been significantly improved. The renewal of washing machines, televisions and some living furniture is a powerful testimony.
For our own tomorrow, for the future of our motherland, let's work together! We are like flowers in bud, and our motherland is waiting for us to bloom.
I woke up from the joy of the party and walked silently towards home.
The night is dark, and under my feet, it seems as if the sleeping sea is crossing, and gradually the road of white and black emerges like waves. The wind mixed with drizzle caressed my face and it was very cold.
On the road, the lights of passing cars, street lamps shining slightly, shops faded the color of night, giving people light and heat. However, car lights are used to show drivers the direction, shop lights are used to attract business, and street lights are used to find the way. I'm just a stranger, and I can only walk through one lamp after another. These lamps are not burned for me, I can only share their light and heat.
I walked silently, feeling that the distance from home was pulled further by the darkness. Then, panic and fear began to haunt me, binding my body like grass, and I couldn't breathe. At this time, a black shadow came out of the darkness in the distance. In the dim light, I saw my father's kind face. He walked slowly towards me with an umbrella. I blinked hard and looked at my father carefully. Very close, and very real. "Come on, let's go home." My father handed me an umbrella. I looked at my father's face and took the umbrella carefully. The umbrella is open. Above the umbrella, it was a frightening night and a storm. Under the umbrella, it was a quiet night. My father and I walked like a building in the silent and dark night. The weaker wind is like a hairspring. Rain, thinner, like cow hair. The brisk pace constitutes a long poem.
The darkness has gone away, and the panic is gradually washed away, because there is a light in my heart, soft and warm-that is the light at home.
We are like a boat, sailing on the sea of Wang Yang. If you don't get bright guidance, one day, you will sleep at the bottom of the sea forever because you can't see the direction, the traps and dangers ahead. On the road of life, no matter what difficulties you encounter, only by lighting the lamp in your heart can you move forward calmly.
The light at home, warm, soft and warm, penetrated my heart. In this world, the light in my heart will never go out.
For us, civilized etiquette is like a bright light, leading us to grow up healthily and keep moving forward.
I remember once, my mother and I went to the city square to play. As soon as I got on the bus, I was lucky to have two seats left. It's really comfortable. I can see the scenery outside the window. Some of the brothers in the car are playing with their mobile phones, while others are chatting. At this time, the bus stopped, and an old woman and an old man came slowly and looked around, as if a little disappointed. I thought to myself, "The big brother and sister next to him will definitely give up their seats." But after a while, they seemed to see nothing. So, my mother and I stood up and waved to them and motioned for them to sit here. They smiled and said, "Thank you so much!" I shook my head and said, "This is what I should do." Although I don't have a seat, I am very happy.
I still remember one time, I saw such a scene: there was a little boy of several years old, holding his father's hand and holding the ice cream he just bought in the other hand. The little boy happily handed it to his father and said, "Dad, please have a taste. Really sweet. " Dad smiled and said happily, "My baby, dad doesn't eat, you eat." The boy smiled knowingly. When he finished eating the ice cream, he threw the paper on the ground. Dad's smiling face subsided and immediately became serious. "Good son, don't you love cleanliness?" Grandpa Rand loves cleanliness, too. Wouldn't it make grandpa Rand feel bad if he threw it in his face? "After listening to his father's words, the child understood something and immediately threw the paper into the dustbin. His father smiled with satisfaction.
In fact, politeness is as simple as that. If everyone does this, there will be no mediocre people in the world, and everyone will consciously become a moral and cultured person.
Life is a beautiful word, a beautiful word, but because of human selfishness, this beauty will never be made up. Is man the king of the earth? No. Then why do we self-righteous humans kill animals indiscriminately? Some people will answer: "Animals are not as smart as we are, and the needs of the strong come from the weak, aren't they?" I read an article "Worship of Tibetan Antelope", and the story goes like this:
This is a story that happened in Tibet. Once, there was an old hunter in northern Tibet. No one knows his name. A small tent he carries with him is his home. One morning, he came out of the tent and suddenly saw a fat and strong Tibetan antelope standing on the grass not far from the other side. He quickly turned and picked up the gun, aiming at the Tibetan antelope. Strangely, the Tibetan antelope seems to know that it can't escape. It didn't escape. He just looked at him with begging eyes, then took a few steps forward and plopped down on his knees with his front legs. At the same time, two lines of tears flowed from its eyes. The old hunter's heart melted, and the hand that pulled the trigger could not help but let go. He knew that Tibetan antelopes knelt down and begged for mercy. However, the life of hunting has already chilled him. He pulled the trigger as soon as he closed his eyes. With the gunfire, the Tibetan antelope fell to the ground, still kneeling when it fell, and two lines of tears were clearly visible. On that day, the old hunter did not immediately take out the internal organs of his prey and skin it as usual. His eyes always show the dying appearance of Tibetan antelope. This is the most impressive moment in his hunting career for decades. At night, he couldn't sleep for a long time, and his hands seemed to be shaking all the time ... The next day, the old hunter anxiously cut open the abdomen of the Tibetan antelope. Suddenly, he let out a cry of surprise, and the knife in his hand crashed to the ground-in the belly of the Tibetan antelope, a small Tibetan antelope lay quietly! It turned out that the Tibetan antelope bowed down and begged the hunter to keep the child alive! The old hunter's heart was shaking, and he regretted his behavior. Later, the old hunter disappeared on the grassland in northern Tibet, and no one knew his whereabouts. "You can correct your mistakes, but it's not good." The old hunter did it.
This is the power of life, which is to really hide love in the depths of human hearts, but some people do not hesitate to "sell this love" for money. So, what should we do in the big forest of life?
In March, lilacs begin to bloom.
I don't want to compete with flowers, but I want to smile in the spring breeze; There are no fireflies and butterflies as decorations, but I beg the breeze to take away her fragrance.
Among the flowers, his color is darker than before, only a faint lavender, sending a faint notice of life to the sky. Sadly, alas, there is a remnant cloud on the horizon.
It happened in March, and there was no shortage of rain in Jiangnan. A little song humming by the oil-paper umbrella, sad and melancholy. In the deep alleys of ancient times, there were old houses hidden in the ruins. The rain as big as beans rolled down from the tip of the tile and merged with the accumulated water on the ground, leaving ripples as marks.
Sad, confused, lavender.
A long rain lane, a decaying fence wall, and a lilac flower sticking out between two bricks leave enough eyes. The water drops falling from the umbrella tip pierce the bud's static state, and then drive the water drops lying on the bud to fall and splash the mossy stone steps.
I can't help reaching out to touch the rainy bud, but I feel pity when I look at the sad lilac.
The drizzle, drifting with the wind, and the silent rain lane are like sadness and confusion. Rain and fog in the air blurred my eyes, and then I looked at the lilac. This little bud seems to contain all the troubles and knots in the world.
Disappointed, getting closer; Outside the lane, it is colorful.
The spring rain slowed down the pace of landing until the water on the lake became still. The rain finally stopped, stopped in the sadness of lilacs, and the early spring no longer lingered with the wind, and it was safely located in Jiangnan humming a ditty.
Think long term! This lilac outside the lane, in early spring, forgot to bloom with all the flowers outside the lane, and continued the sad song of rain alone in this long and lonely Gu Xiang.
Childhood is the purest age in everyone's life journey, full of joy and relaxation. Every day of my childhood, I lived a bohemian life. As day after day, year after year, we grow up gradually, and the memory of childhood begins slowly. It is a symbol of dreams and represents people's memory of innocence after vicissitudes. In the depths of my memory, there is a road that I walked through constantly in my childhood. ...
In my childhood, I went to school in my hometown. At that time, the school was very simple, even the most basic windows were cut, the desks were worn out, everything was so primitive, and there was no playground in the school. At that time, the perimeter of the school was not as big as ours now. There are six classes in our school, and there is only one class in each grade, a total of three classes. Chinese, math, sports, the so-called sports is to go home to play. Many people may say that there are things worth remembering and lingering in such a place. But I don't think so.
There are my most sincere friends there.
There are teachers I like.
Every inch of land has flowers and trees that I remember the most.
During the summer vacation, I came home and saw my sisters who had been dreaming in the distance and couldn't get over it. The excitement in my heart is hard to describe in words. We discussed going back to our old alma mater together, and we told each other the way we had traveled. Ordinary, but warm. I still remember that we have been deskmates since childhood. We go to school and finish school together every day. My deskmate for six years is not so easy to forget. The road we walked together is too familiar to us. Sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance Wan Li. Every time we pass there, the fragrance will come to our faces. We planted osmanthus trees next to this path, because there was only one tree next to it, but because it grew in a disrespectful place, it was going to be destroyed. In order to make this road leave more memories for us, we broke the branches of that tree and planted them on one side of the road.
We walked silently on that road without saying a word, as if praying that these trees would not be separated like us, hoping that they would stay here all the time. It used to take about 10 minutes to get to school, but today we probably don't want to go there soon, even for a minute, so we should enjoy it.
That road, we cried, laughed and made a wish. One hundred years later, we are still the best and truest friends!
A Korean student went to Cambridge University to study psychology. During afternoon tea, he often goes to the school cafe or teahouse to listen to some successful people chatting. These successful people include Nobel Prize winners, academic authorities in certain fields and some people who have created economic myths. These people are humorous and easy to lift weights. They all regard their success as natural and logical. After a long time, he found himself cheated by some successful people when he was in China. Those people generally exaggerate the hardships of starting a business in order to let those who are starting a business retreat, that is to say, they are scaring those who have not succeeded with their own successful experience. As a student of psychology department, he thinks it is necessary to study the mentality of successful people in Korea.
1970, he took success as his graduation thesis and submitted it to Professor Will Braden, the founder of modern economic psychology. After reading it, Professor Braden was greatly surprised. He thinks this is a new discovery. Although this phenomenon is very common in the East and even the whole world, no one has boldly proposed to study it before. Surprised, he wrote to his Cambridge alumnus park chung-hee, who was sitting at the top of Korean politics. He said in the letter: "I can't say how much this work has helped you, but I'm sure it can shock you more than any of your laws."
Later, this book really took off with the Korean economy. This book has inspired many people, because it tells people from a new angle that success is not necessarily related to "stretching bones, starving the body and starving the skin", "burning the midnight oil" and "hanging the beam on the head and stabbing the leg". As long as you are interested in a certain cause, you will succeed if you persist for a long time, because God has given you enough time and wisdom to successfully complete a thing. Later, the young man also achieved success. He became the president of Pan Ye Automobile Company.
In fact, life is full of chances and coincidences, plus everyone's environment, time, qualifications and so on. It is possible to try your best to achieve your goals. Don't scare yourself and fool yourself with the reason that you can't do anything without anything. You can do whatever you want, no matter how difficult it is. If you don't want to do it, even if you have great ability, you will never do it. Whether we are interested in this matter or not, as long as we have such a belief that I will succeed, then this matter has been considered successful. Believe in yourself! Believe in yourself is the most important thing, do what you want to do, and success must be waiting for us ahead.
We dare not do it not because it is difficult, but because we dare not do it. Many things in the world, as long as you want to do it, you can do it, and the difficulties you should overcome can also be overcome. Everything depends on people's efforts. As long as you dare to do it, as long as a person is still living simply and interestingly, he will eventually find that the creator's arrangement for the world is natural.
Excellent composition of grade 7 9 "Pear blossoms rise in the wind, wanderers go out of the city in search of spring ..." In April, the vegetation is lush and nature is full of vitality. During the Qingming holiday, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house to find spring and feel it.
wheat field
Standing in Grandma's Herb Garden, I looked around. The spring breeze was blowing gently in the full of green of the wheat field, and the wheat seedlings shook their heads with the layers of green waves, as if dancing a wonderful spring dance. Grandma's wheat field is semicircular, just like the moon bitten by a dog. The wheat seedlings in the field are connected with each other. You are next to me, and I will squeeze you. I laughed and laughed while trying to jointing, as if discussing who grows the tallest and who grows the fastest.
There are few noodles in grandma's wheat field. It's hard to find if you don't bend down and look for it carefully. First, they are all dressed as green as wheat seedlings and have slender leaves. Second, because grandma is hardworking and meticulous. Although she is sixty years old, she still takes a hoe to weed the fields every day. My uncle sympathized with my grandmother, saying that wheat 10 yuan a catty, the wheat in this area is not as much as he earns in a month. But my grandmother said that farmers' duty is to farm. If they don't farm, they will lose the meaning of survival like cats that don't catch mice with fish.
orchard
The spring breeze blows through grandma's orchard, and the pink petals of apricot trees fall with the wind. The round apricot poked its head out of the red receptacle and looked out curiously. An impatient flower magpie stood on a branch and chirped as if to say, "Apricot, apricot, I hope you grow up soon." Me, my friends, Xiao Yu, many teachers and bloggers of the school newspaper are all waiting to taste the golden bell-like fruit. "
Small plum blossoms, pink peach blossoms and caterpillar-like walnut flowers are not weak, and they all have beautiful smiling faces. Mother pear tree always loves cleanliness. Every petal is so white, there is no flaw, and it is the only flower that can compete with snowflakes. Next to the flowers, there are some small leaves that have just been born. They are red, shiny and jagged. They are even cuter than flowers. I was trying to climb the branch, but my mother stopped me. She said, "Have you forgotten what grandma said? You can't climb trees in spring, because you will encounter a flower and a fruit if you are not careful. "
vegetable plot
Grandma's small vegetable garden is full of green spinach, garlic sprouts and leeks. Pepper, tomato and eggplant seedlings in purple clothes in plastic greenhouses all have two sharp buds. When they grow to four or five leaves, they can be transplanted from the plastic shed to the ground.
"Before and after the Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans". Now it's Tomb-Sweeping Day, but grandma is ill and has been admitted to the hospital. Grandma was very ill this time and was in a coma for ten days. She was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward yesterday and needed rest. My mother and I helped her grow vegetables. My mother turned the soil loose with a hoe and dug a shallow pit. I took out two cowpea seeds and threw them into the pit, but the seeds were as naughty as Sister Ying and always opposed me. I just don't want into the pit. I held back my temper and picked them up one by one, holding their bare little bodies and burying them in the wet soil. Mom said that when they come back next time, they will germinate, fertilize and water, and then build a high shelf for them with bamboo poles, and they will slowly climb up, blossom lilacs and bear long beans. By then, grandma will be fully recovered and can go home.
I found my grandmother's spring, in the wheat field, in the orchard, in the vegetable field, in the silent blessing of my mother and me.