Bored ass, only it is the only life full of happiness. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone. It jumped up, jumped from the grass nest into the mud, and measured the dark green spray.
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and nets the whole autumn world.
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.
Walking 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. ...
rain
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, when I met in the rain, full of nostalgia and regret, I sat quietly listening to the rain. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, which is
A grateful heart
Fallen leaves hover in the air, composing a movement of gratitude, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that raised it. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship. Because of gratitude, we understand the true meaning of life-inscription.
From the baby's "wow" fall to feeding him to grow up, how much effort and sweat the parents spent and how many days and nights they knitted; From elementary school to junior high school, even to university, how many teachers have worked hard for him, silently dedicated light and heat, burning themselves and illuminating others.
Gratitude is from the heart. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay you not only a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea. Whether you give your parents a cup of warm tea after they are tired, or give them a card on their birthday, or give them some greetings and comfort when they are lost, they often pour their efforts and energy into us. How can we remember their birthdays, understand their fatigue, and whether we are aware of the wisps of silver and wrinkles? Gratitude requires you to feel and return with your heart.
Gratitude is respect. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she met her primary school teacher at the meeting and thanked her with a bunch of flowers. The great man Mao Zedong also expressed his deep gratitude to his teacher during the festival. Great men since ancient times have a grateful heart. Gratitude does not need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a call and a touch of emotion from you.
Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to ask for food and clothes. It seems that there is another isolation zone, which makes us selfish, forgetting the parents' efforts and the sound of happiness. Learning to appreciate others is a kind of conscience and filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.
With a grateful heart, look at the society, parents and relatives, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your heart. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world better and life more fulfilling.
Life is not a rehearsal.
It is easy for us to waste our lives, wasting every day, every hour and every minute. It is easy for us to ignore the color of children's eyes. Indifference and gratitude don't need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a phone call and a little touch from you.
Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to ask for food and clothes. It seems that there is another isolation zone, which makes us selfish, forgetting the parents' efforts and the sound of happiness. Learning to appreciate others is a kind of conscience and filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.
With a grateful heart, look at the society, parents and relatives, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your heart. Learn to be grateful for life and squander every day, hour and minute. It is easy for us to ignore the color of children's eyes. The indifferent symphony is due to the ups and downs of melody.
It is easy for us to live, but difficult to live.
Many years ago, I learned to live. I met a great misfortune, which changed my life. If I had had a choice, these changes would not have happened at all. I have learned the most unforgettable lesson so far.
I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I've learned that life is not a rehearsal. Today is the only thing you can grasp.
I learned to see all the beauty in the world and try to give it back to others, because I sincerely believe in beauty. I do this partly because I want to tell others how I feel, and tell them: think of the lilies in the field, look at the fluff on the baby's ears, read in the backyard, and let the sun shine on your cheeks. Learn to be happy.
Suppose your life is in the terminal stage of cancer. Because you do this, you will make your life full of joy and passion. This is the true nature of life.
moonlight
At night, just after dark, dense fog filled the air, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.
Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!
Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!
The moon is accompanied by cold.
Whenever the moon sets in the west, I always want to say to it: go to bed early. You and I spent a long night. With your waiting, it is obvious that I will no longer be lonely. Soft moon waves flow in the fog. You often create a quiet atmosphere for me, hoping that I can sleep peacefully, but the result is "the moon is swaying lightly, and I don't feel the sky is far away." Your silence always makes me wonder, don't you also have the wound of "unrequited love, hard to open your lips and teeth" The sky is boundless, the frost is left alone, the water is flowing and the rhyme is moving. Thin clouds are still lingering, the wind touches your heartstrings, and there are bleak whispers. What you expect is your bosom friend, you don't need to say it in a thousand words. A corner of the light is enough, even if you are sad to sip tears on your sleeves, you will be like a bean, because "he" is enjoying the same feeling.
The secret pain of the soul has long been unknown. Under the gentle comfort of the years, it has not faded, but it has been hooked. It's hard to break up and forget. Rivers and rivers are shallow, with many differences and full of water.
Sometimes, I am really tired and think I can have a rest, but my wish is dashed in reality. Night after night.
Stupidity is not the ridicule of others, but my own lament. So is the moon, and so am I. At dawn, he gradually disappeared. On the moon, willows sprouted and vowed to stay. Shadows drift away, only sigh and never look back.
Month, still waiting.
It's clear autumn, I feel it, and your heartstrings are chaotic again, so it's hard to calm down. Looking at the frost on the temple of the moon, I suspected that it was hidden in the jade floc, but I was silent, and the night was still early.
Accompany you, accompany you, you don't say, I understand. No matter how long the night is.
The sad person is alone in the dark, and the lonely lamp is crying in the cold room, but if you ask how sad you are, you will know that the night is short and long.
Forest overture
I can't remember where it is, but the scenery there does have an indescribable charm. A stream gurgled out of the valley, and colorful streams flowed quietly under your feet. If this color is made up of withered flowers and fallen leaves. The streets in July are very cold. Walking from street to street, there was no one. I can't find a mask for the demonstration. I am destined to stand on your branch in a simple way. Pedestrians left without makeup. I will become another kind of lotus with clear soup and dried noodles. Who will stop and who will get hurt?
In July, I lost Chun Qing for a season because of your departure. When these flowers are blown by the wind, they bloom. When you left, I found sadness. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and night falls. Your shadow stubbornly follows, you can't find a flame to distract your attention, and you can't find a song to bury you. Hiding deep, I can't escape Chun Qing, who has been lost for a season. When these flowers are blown by the wind, they bloom. When you left, I found sadness. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and night falls. Your shadow stubbornly follows, you can't find a flame to distract your attention, and you can't find a song to bury you. No matter how deep you hide, you can't escape your eyes. Why don't we sit still, look, think deeply, penetrate time, turn red gradually, and the fiery red cloud on the horizon-
Millennium moonlight, gradually illusory. In July, I bared my teeth in a quiet night. When you hit the keyboard, many words will pop up. Some sentences, like steel needles in the text, plunge into the skin and viscera, which always hurts the heart and lungs. Like some notes, they bloom in the dark, and the sound is high and low. Perhaps, along the tunnel of time, I pushed open the emotional wall, fell into your arms, stayed silent all night, and even for the rest of my life, you will hear the words in my heart?
The face in the diamond-shaped mirror in the morning is dim, which is because the sunshine in July is blazing, the ultraviolet ray concentration is high, and the body temperature is burning. No, just no fresh singing, no walking from street to street, empty. I can't find a mask for the demonstration. I am destined to stand on your branch in a simple way. Pedestrians are far away, and I don't wear makeup. I will become another kind of lotus with clear soup and dried noodles. Who will stop and who will hurt me?
In July, I lost Chun Qing for a season because of your departure. When these flowers are blown by the wind, they bloom. When you left, I found sadness. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and night falls. Your shadow stubbornly follows, you can't find a flame to distract your attention, and you can't find a song to bury you. Hiding deep, I can't escape Chun Qing, who has been lost for a season. When these flowers are blown by the wind, they bloom. When you left, I found sadness. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and night falls. Your shadow stubbornly follows, you can't find a flame to distract your attention, and you can't find a song to bury you. No matter how deep you hide, you can't escape your eyes. Why don't we sit still, look, think deeply, penetrate time, turn red gradually, and the fiery red cloud on the horizon-
Millennium moonlight, gradually illusory. In July, I bared my teeth in a quiet night. When you hit the keyboard, many words will pop up. Some sentences, like steel needles in the text, plunge into the skin and viscera, which always hurts the heart and lungs. Like some notes, they bloom in the dark, and the sound is high and low. Perhaps, along the tunnel of time, I pushed open the emotional wall, fell into your arms, stayed silent all night, and even for the rest of my life, you will hear the words in my heart?
Have you ever regretted what you saw in the mirror in the morning? It's too hot here. Did you go through the nearby wall to visit the quietly blooming roses outside the door? I kissed my lips last year. Was it your kiss? I imagine lovers for many years, broken one by one because of you.
In July, you stood in the wind. In the song-like years, love and flying are another concept. Love is never known until it is separated, which is unforgettable. However, dullness is also a state of mind. You look focused and never give up. In a unique scene, your clear song blows, your flowing music pours down, and the feelings you have accumulated for many years are full of satisfaction and sweetness through the sound of flowers, and slowly spread your soft wings on the night of love. If I understand, separate articles converge on calmness.
The flowers are gradually blooming. When the soul is near, the water is clear. Real smiles are dense, and the reality of clusters of languages is superimposed. Through the jungle of the years, the refined style makes the flame flying forty miles fall from the glass wreath, let the butterflies flying all over the sky walk hand in hand with the breeze, and let the passion and words expose the most primitive truth in the noble soul. Flowers are silent and beautiful. The sunshine in July is burning, and the holy lotus blooms in the poem. Looking back brightly, I was moved by another kind of spring flowers in the faint pain.
Living in this world, there are always many things that make people sad and emotional. The world is not heartless. People always have feelings. It is a very realistic phenomenon that people get along well with each other, but they don't get along well because of getting along!
There are many things that move me most:
When I was a child, my father milked me and fought with shepherd dogs in the ice and snow. My mother said it was funny, but I was really moved. This is often the reason why I insist on living. Because of these, people should live better! When I was a child, my father was a soldier, and he was always upright, which is what I yearn for now. The sentries there often tease us. My mother often said that I almost died when I was a child, and later I found the commander's daughter to save my life. It's a doctor, right? I have been wondering why it is necessary for the commander's daughter to be a doctor. Why can't other doctors save me? This must be very troublesome, so I have been very touched. I was moved by my own life. It was really troublesome when I was a child. I remember I was often ill every week, so my father often came back from the army to take me to the hospital. I also often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take jeeps.
When I was in primary school, I got sick once. On the way back, I always can't walk and walk slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother that my mother had been very moved. I was really troubled when I was a child. I remember I was often ill every week, so my father often came back from the army to take me to the hospital. I also often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take jeeps.
When I was in primary school, I got sick once. On the way back, I always can't walk and walk slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother that my mother carried me home. I remember growing quite big at that time!
My parents have always been very kind to me. When I was a child, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Alas, now that I think about it, there were many family rules at that time: no, no going into the river, no fighting, no anything, so now I have to abide by everything, and sometimes I feel very happy when I break it!
Now that I think about it, I also wrote a letter to my mother when I was in junior high school and high school. I always remember that we are always asked to study hard, as if we were always stupid and unable to learn. Alas, is it useless in my father's eyes?
Some time ago, I showed my father "Information Technology Education", and my article was published on it. He didn't even want to read it. My mother said she wanted to see it, so she found reading glasses. Alas, it's a pity that I wrote the courseware design again. How can I make my father understand? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and made no comments, but he said it was good to publish articles in national magazines and encouraged me to write more. Alas, writing articles is so easy! I remember my father used to be a reporter and a secretary, and he could take pictures, so I must have taken a lot!
One year, I went to Liuzhou Daily and asked my dad to pay attention to collecting some for me as a souvenir. He has always been dull, saying that Liuzhou Daily was sold out, but I asked my sister to help me find a copy, which I always remember.
Sometimes I often wonder when I wish I could surpass my father's skills. He has no ability, so I always let him look down on me. Alas, living in this vision, sometimes I don't want to go home.
If you have the ability to be a good person, live a good life and live a happy life, when you encounter difficulties in the past, you sometimes can't figure it out, but you always remember that there are so many things to experience, so why can't you live it well?
Mom always said that when you were young, you would die without the help of a doctor. Well, if you have already died, what happiness will you have? So I just want to play, go to China to play, see and walk. At the same time, I just remember to work hard and be a useful person now. My reaction is always many years slower than others before I figure out some problems. I often wonder why it takes me a long time to figure out many problems, sometimes it takes a year or even years!
Live well anyway. Although you may not be responsible for going to heaven, there are still too many concerns in the world, and you can't leave and you can't bear to leave. Live, face it!
My parents moved me.
The bright moon is brighter because of the background of the night sky; The stream is clearer because of pebbles; The flowers are more beautiful because of the green grass. Open the window and look at the night sky. The stars shine and decorate the night with gorgeous brilliance, and the earth is filled with the breath of love. ...
The topic of parents is ancient but more eternal. Different people always have different experiences and feelings. Since ancient times, many literati have shed a little pen and ink to show the greatness of maternal love and describe the tenacity of fatherly love, such as Meng Jiao's Wandering Son and Zhu Ziqing's Back. The love I have experienced from my parents is seamless, and true love is silent. My parents' kindness warmed my heart.
In the year of primary school graduation, the whole sixth grade accumulated a burst of learning energy. I don't want to lag behind, increase my horsepower and concentrate on reviewing. Unfortunately, at this time, I have to prepare for the final exam, plan the Children's Day program, practice table tennis and take part in the competition, and take part in the entrance examination of Tian Li school. Every day, I work like a broken machine. I can't stop for a moment. But in the end, I got good grades in the final exam, shined brilliantly on the stage, became more and more brave on the table, and was admitted to Tian Li School with high scores. What is that? Let me have such great strength to cross this bumpy road, and let me have such great courage to overcome all the difficulties? It is love! It was my parents who gave me endless encouragement to stand up in the face of setbacks and regain my confidence.
Every day when the school bell rings, I rush to the playground at a fast speed and start rehearsing one after another. My parents always smile at my busy figure on the stage, and a faint breath of love shines into my heart like a beam of sunshine. After the rehearsal, I grabbed the table tennis board and ran to the table tennis table. Under teacher Zhang's training, I practiced chopping, spinning, lifting, mixing and various methods of serving and catching the ball. Sometimes, my parents are admiring my skills, and I often can't help secretly visiting my parents with a suspicious face. The encouragement of parents to their children contained in eye contact with each other slowly melted into my body. It made me sweat and it was completely dark. Sometimes, we discuss with great interest at the dinner table; Sometimes, we hold pens and concentrate on solving problems on draft paper ... all the problems are solved in front of our family of three. In the evening, I secretly went to see my parents with a lying look on my face, and the encouragement for children contained in eye contact between parents slowly merged into my body. I kept sweating, and it was completely dark before I ran home and started another process-to overcome math problems with my parents. This world!
My happy life
I have a happy family. Family members are my "good girl", my "shopaholic" mother and my "handyman" father. Now, let me make the next introduction!
In our clean home, "handyman" is indispensable. He is my father. Every day when I see something broken or dirty at home, my father always stands out. I remember that once my desk lamp was broken, so I hurried to find my father. When my father saw me, he immediately brought the tools and began to repair them. With the sound of tinkering, my desk lamp has been repaired! I was just about to say thank you to my father, but my father brought a rag, wiped the desk lamp carefully and asked me what I thought. I saw that it was a desk lamp that had been used for many years. Just like new. I happily threw myself into my father's arms and repeatedly said, "Thank you, good father!" " "Dad smiled happily.
Looking at a wardrobe full of colorful clothes, I thought of shopping with my shopaholic mother. One noon, I had just finished lunch, and my mother dragged me to Xidan without saying anything. I asked my mother, "Why are you in such a hurry?" Mother said, "Xidan is on sale today." We rushed to the third floor, bought three clothes, and then bought a basket of daily necessities. At this time, I was like a deflated ball, insisting that my mother go home, and my mother went home glumly.
I am a "good girl" at home. Go home from school every day, carefully check your homework and help your parents do housework every day. Actually, this is not my instinct. I know how to take care of people best. I remember that once my mother was ill and my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother. I made a tomato and egg noodle for my mother first, and then gently served it to her. My mother was very moved and I was very happy. My mother took a bite. My heart was filled with joy at that time. The next day, under my care, my mother's condition improved. I was a little embarrassed when she boasted to everyone that I was a good boy.
This is our family, a happy family. There is a blue handbag in my drawer. Although its color is very old, to me, it is more like an uncut jasper, simple and heavy, and its light luster always bathes my heart.
It was a Sunday. After my sister and I went to learn calligraphy, we went home by bus. On the bus, we found a window seat and watched the scenery slowly moving back outside the window. I am very happy. What a wonderful weekend. In such a relaxed mood, we unconsciously arrived at the station where we got off. Many people got off the bus. I instinctively followed the crowd and got out of the car slowly. I know how to take care of people best. I remember that once my mother was ill and my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother. I made a tomato and egg noodle for my mother first, and then gently served it to her. My mother was very moved and I was very happy. After eating one mouthful, my mother stroked my head and said, "Good boy, my daughter has grown up!" " My heart was filled with joy at that time. The next day, under my care, my mother's condition improved. I was a little embarrassed when she boasted to everyone that I was a good boy.
This is our family, a happy family. There is a blue handbag in my drawer. Although its color is very old, it looks more like an uncut jasper to me. It is simple and heavy, and its light and moist luster always bathes my heart ... "
At this moment, a taxi stopped beside us to get off. Maybe uncle taxi was surprised to see us two children rubbing hands anxiously and whispering. He came over and asked kindly, "What's the matter, little friend?" I looked at my uncle and said helplessly, "I left my handbag on the 207 bus." My uncle was silent for a while and said, "Get on the bus. Let's go after the bus. Maybe we can get it back. " So, my sister and I got into a taxi with my uncle and headed for the next stop of 207. At this time, there is only one thought in my heart: hurry up, hurry up ... fast forward, and the scenery on both sides will pass by pedestrians. In my mind, the thought of a bag is like a stone, which presses me down. I have no mind to enjoy the scenery on both sides, nor to talk to my sister. Time passes in such a sense of oppression.
When I turned another intersection, the bus, yes, that bus, finally appeared in front of us, and the indicator light flashed and slowly entered the station. At this time, the stone that has been pressed in my heart has finally been put down. When my uncle parked in front of the bus, I quickly opened the door and flew on the bus. I saw the blue handbag by the window at a glance, and it was lying there alone. It seems to be waiting for the owner to claim it. Suddenly I said, "Hehe, I didn't want to accept you. By the way, where do you live? I'll take you home. " Therefore, I am embarrassed to say my address.
My uncle sent my sister and me downstairs, as if knowing that we were going to say thank you and so on, and said to us before us, "Go home, maybe your parents are in a hurry." Don't throw things around in the future, hehe. " We nodded, got off and looked at my uncle's car. Soon we will be in the traffic, and we can't tell him anymore. He is too ordinary.
A year has passed, and I have a new handbag, but the blue handbag was kept in the drawer after retirement, and I have been reluctant to throw it away because it still cherishes my uncle's warm and kind heart.