With "I learned from the original anti-piracy support", it is painful to read cherish and wait from loss. After a long time, people are anxious and eager to wear it.
—— Inscription I still remember walking hand in hand through the long and narrow ridges in the field with my grandfather, playing bamboo flute with my grandfather, and beating red dates crawling all over the treetops with my grandfather in late autumn ... How I want to be with my grandfather forever and be so happy forever.
But ah, I grew up, left, left, and went to a place where it was difficult to see my grandfather again.
I am begging, waiting, waiting for one day to see my grandfather again and see his gentle smiling face again.
However, I didn't wait for this opportunity, but I waited for his critical notice, and warm things flowed down my cheeks.
The ear is endless roar, and the trees outside the window fall back like a rewind. I wish I could hold time by the throat, let it pass slowly, and then pass slowly ... I looked out of the window and hoped that the train would go faster and faster.
I know, grandpa. He must be waiting for me.
When I arrived at the ward, I saw my grandfather lying there quietly, the sun shining on him outside the window, and his eyes staring out the window. From here, I could see everyone who came in and out of the hospital.
"Grandpa.
"I tried to give a cry, but there was no answer. I was silent ... Grandpa left me after all.
On the day of burial, it was sunny and sunny as March, but it was already late autumn.
The wind blows through the straw, bringing up lamentations, such as weeping and complaining.
Why wait? Why not fight for it? Why wait until you lose it before you learn to cherish it? The night wind blew away my tears and frozen a star in the sky.
Bow a handful of black soil and plant a rapeseed, which is grandpa's favorite flower.
I take good care of it every day, but the flower refuses to sprout. I'm annoyed and anxious. How many times I tried to ignore it, but I still couldn't worry.
Time, really like a naughty child, ran away.
When I came home from school one day, I was immediately attracted by the bright yellow on the balcony.
The dazzling color makes me seem to see grandpa's bright smile, the clouds on the horizon are burning, the flowers and the sunset glow are intertwined, and I can't see clearly.
Recalling the days when I was waiting for the flowers to bloom, I was full of anxiety and anger, but when I saw the flowers bloom, all my emotions vanished, leaving only tears in my eyes.
I think grandpa should do the same, right? Because there is hope in my heart, waiting, even the last moment in my life, is sweet.
Looking back at this time, I remembered the question I asked myself at the beginning. Obviously, my mouth was smiling, but tears flowed out again, wetting the air.
Waiting is painful, but waiting is beautiful.
The key is your own mentality.
It doesn't matter whether flowers bloom or fall, but we should cherish the beauty when flowers bloom.
Kneel down! I read the power from the ordinary world. After reading "Ordinary World", even though I was not familiar with paper and ink, I did not hesitate to pick up a pen and write down my experience, because the unspeakable emotions have flooded into my mind.
The infinite charm of this novel lies in that I have to pay attention to its author, Mr. Lu Yao.
It's not flowery rhetoric, it's not the attachment to heaven in the story, it's not a hypocritical plot suitable for everyone's mood, but simple words, not a magical life. It fully embodies the sweat and tears of the working people, and all of them are floating with flowers, emitting noble and simple light.
Lu Yao walked firmly and resolutely on the road of literature with the melancholy and insatiable attitude of birch in the rain. Until the last moment of his life, Mr. Lu Yao devoted his whole life to literature, and he was not intoxicated with flowers. Do not indulge in applause; Not obsessed with victory.
Maybe that's the case. Mr. Lu Yao's works have been circulated in a low-key manner without losing enthusiasm. Until today, when I hold these lifelike works in my hands, it seems that Lu Yao is communicating with my heart. Since I opened the first pages of these books, Mr. Lu Yao's firm character and belief have deeply influenced me. His unique thinking and artistic character touched me, shocked me and enriched me.
In my opinion, the hard life of Mr. Lu Yao from small to large is that Mr. Lu Yao has gained a correct attitude towards life, not the destructive way of tolerance and transcending suffering.
Yes, he did. He really did it.
A kind of broadness and simplicity has been integrated into my blood because of this work written by Mr. Lu Yao with his life and youth, which flows endlessly in my body and then goes deep into the bone marrow, leaving a deep imprint on my mind. Yes, I will never forget Sun Shaoan's grief and regret when he was ready to drop out of school to farm, Sun Shaoping's bitterness and frustration when he went to a big city to sell his labor force, and Xiao Xia's grief and consternation when he died heroically to save a little girl.
However, I will remember more. I remember Sun Shaoan's ecstasy when she met Xiulian, the tears of joy when Runye and her husband gave birth to a child, and the strength, optimism, progress and excitement when Lan Xiang was admitted to the provincial medical college.
Everyone wants to be like the people around them in real life, so that intimacy arises spontaneously. I thought, how can I interpret Mr. Lu Yao's wonderful pen with my poor words? Yes, Mr. Lu Yao is a real writer who is indifferent to fame and fortune and transcends the secular world. However, I think, no matter how talented a person is, he will not describe Lu Yao and his works incisively and vividly, right? Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road.
After reading this novel, my heart is full of twists and turns, but I am very happy and gratified, because Sun Shaoan's last indomitable spirit made his brick factory smoke again-what a happy news! Without God's blessing, there are no special accidents, let alone such a happy event as winning the lottery. Shao An only has a pair of working people's hands and a working people's way of thinking. He fell heavily on the loess. However, he stood up on the loess again. He stood very high. His rare endurance and tenacious spirit of change ... let the years record it for him.
The respect for Mr. Lu Yao is endless. The cold world in his works is very similar to the cruel real life. Yes, don't hope for miracles, don't pray for God's gift, and don't give in to fate. This is the feeling of the soul, no, it is a thorough understanding.
I firmly believe that I will no longer be afraid of the road ahead in my study and life. I want to go beyond suffering, be brave, tenacious, firm, solid, calm and calm like my ancestors, and advance towards my ideal to create my wonderful life.
Just as I firmly believe that Shao said in The Inclined Literary Field, the works written by Lu Yao with his youth and life have inspired so many readers in adversity and will continue to warm people's hearts for a long time. ...
I read his gratitude in the composition entitled "Where did I read it?" The warmth of rainy days kept tolerance in my heart forever.
Layers of dark clouds piled up on the horizon, indicating the coming of the storm.
"Boom" thunder came as promised, but the fierce quarrel between parents outside the door showed no signs of abating. "I can't live this day!" As the heavy door closed, mother disappeared hysterically.
I slowly opened the door and the ground was a mess.
There are scattered pieces of dishes, overturned chairs and spilled tea.
Father leaned feebly against the door frame, with a cigarette burning to the end between his fingers, and there were no fewer than five cigarette butts at his feet.
"Dad," I called him softly, "you quarreled again.
"Father without words, put the burnt cigarette butts on the ground and waved to me.
I understand. Sit down next to your father.
Father's eyes are bloodshot and he is overworked.
"Dad, why do you quarrel for a little thing?
""What do children know?
"My dad glared at me and had a cigarette in his hand, which I took away." Dad, I'm not a child anymore.
I know neither you nor your mother want to quarrel, but you are too stubborn to bow your head.
"Father didn't speak this time, just looking at the mother's photo on the table.
The rain beat against the window lattice again and again. Who can knock on the closed heart window between parents? After a long time, my father said slowly, "But what can I do with her?" "Go and apologize!" As soon as I saw my father's idea of getting back together, I quickly revealed the way.
"no!" Father refused, "I am right, why should I apologize!" " "Father seems unshakable.
I walked up to my father, looked at his red eyes and said, "Dad, does it really matter who is right or wrong?" ? We are a family. How can a family care who is right and who is wrong? Mom has a bad temper, but your face is just as terrible! "Father put down his cigarette and clenched his fingers." Dad, you love your mother and should tolerate her, shouldn't you? "
Even if it's a big mistake, quarrel or fight, someone has to compromise first, right? "I took his hand and pulled him to my mother's house. He seems to agree.
I opened the door and my mother was such a face washed with tears.
"Yes, I'm sorry ..." That was my father's voice.
"You know how to apologize. I thought you ... you ... "Mother said and shed tears again.
"Okay, okay.
"The father stepped forward.
I closed the door quietly and left them.
The storm has passed, and the mild light rain soothes the newly invaded land.
When my father came out, he gave me a deep look, from which I read his gratitude.
Over time, there will inevitably be barriers between parents. Children are the bridge between parents, connecting two people and two hearts.
Everyone can have their own flowers and a full moon, plant a spring between their parents, and let happiness bloom infinitely.
I read the ingredients of wisdom from my life. My 600-year life in the first grade gave me the wisdom to jump off a building. The lid of the pot made Watt invent the steam engine, and the apple that fell on the tree made Newton discover gravity.
Life has inspired skillful craftsmen and given me wisdom.
When I was a child, I always liked to catch ants and watch them move food.
Once, I found a big piece of bread crumbs on the ground, and an ant found it.
The power of an ant is just a drop in the ocean, so we have to find a partner to move with.
In a short time, a team came in a mighty way, looking like a creeping black line from a distance, coming towards the crumbs.
They climbed onto the crumbs and had a hearty meal, then began to carry them.
They dragged, dragged and pushed, and finally moved the bread away.
But after only a dozen centimeters, the crumbs got stuck between the cracks in the floor tiles. No matter how hard the ants try, the bread won't move.
Ants have to use another method: bite the bread into pieces and then carry it home.
With the cooperation of the ants, the bread was finally moved home.
This time, when I saw ants moving food, I understood the importance of unity and cooperation and the significance of persistence.
Not only ants, but also many other things can give us inspiration and wisdom in life.
Like spiders.
It is not easy for spiders to weave webs. In the process of building the network, there are always some external factors that interfere with them and make them unable to build the network smoothly.
But the spider calmly repeated the work over and over again until it was finished, because it knew that if it didn't make a web, it would only starve.
Spider told me to be calm when encountering difficulties, to dare to face them, and not to be anxious when doing things.
Life is like a teacher, teaching us knowledge; Also like a key to open the door of wisdom.
Let's appreciate the wisdom that life brings us! ┏ (^ω^)=? ...
From ..., I read about 600-word compositions entitled ... "If I still have three days of light" and "If I still have three days of light" written by American writer Helen Keller. I think this writer and classmates must be familiar with it. She is an amazing woman. She was deaf, dumb and blind when she was very young. Maybe no one will believe it. It is this disabled girl who has created many incredible miracles. She not only learned many languages, but also was admitted to Cambridge University. It is with this amazing achievement that she is admired by people all over the world. Helen wrote this article because she can't see the colorful world, but she wants to see the place where she lives. So she envies her friends with bright eyes. I hope they can cherish it. If you give me three days of light describes a blind man's infinite desire for light. Even if it's only three days, she will cherish it even more, and she can do a lot of things in these short days. Then, think about it, we alert and discerning people don't mean three days, but 30 days, 300 days-or even more. What will happen if we only have three days of light and can't see a better world after three days? Everyone will say, "We should hurry up, do all our homework well, do what we have to do well, and arrange our time in an orderly way. We can't waste a minute easily. " Yes! Students, why don't you wake up when you lose it, and then sigh, so that you feel that the light is too precious? Helen? Keller can explore the light in the dark and find the right way of life. Can we normal people? I hope that after reading this article, everyone will study hard, live well, arrange their time reasonably, don't give up easily, don't be knocked down easily, cherish the happy time now, and don't live up to the bright eyes and all the beautiful things that God has given us. Don't wait until they lose it to regret it, then they will feel the value of light infinitely. Yes, cherishing the present and cherishing every moment should be what we really need to do.
I read it in a poem. I saw growth in poetry. I like reciting poems since I was a child.
When reciting, he never took a book in his hand, but stood on the stool in front of the bath and said in a swaying voice like a poet: "Flying down three kilometers, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
"Whenever this time, I have an unprecedented great satisfaction, as if it were written by me, which makes me full of confidence, and my confidence is born from now on.
I still remember that I did badly in an exam in my second grade. My teacher criticized me and my parents beat and scolded me. I was very depressed and discouraged.
But when I went back to my room and opened the book 300 Tang Poems, all my smiles came back to my face.
Because I saw a sentence: "There is no doubt that there is no road and there is another village.
"Yes, sometimes fate loves to play tricks on people.
Maybe next time I will do better than before.
Poetry gives me the courage to face difficulties bravely.
"I will only be born, and my daughter will come back.
Strolling through Li Bai's poems, I read the momentum of "one person should open it, but ten thousand people can't force it", realized the freshness of "clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved", and saw the sadness of "lifting myself to look, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly thought of home".
Poetry gives me endless emotions.
"Flowers fade all over the sky. Who has pity when the fragrance dies? " Wandering in Lin Daiyu's poems, I read the sadness of "spitting incense at the moon", the despair of "the wind and sword can't bear each other" and the sadness of "I don't know who buried the flowers today".
Poetry tells me how happy I am in wordless form.
Poetry is a beautiful flower blooming in this dust.
Poetry has accompanied me through twelve spring and autumn periods, and it has accompanied me to grow up.
I read from Liu Ci that the so-called graceful and restrained elements are euphemistic and subtle, and beautiful. Liu's ci is dusty, but it still doesn't waste grace. For example, the first part of Yulin Ridge is almost all scenery, and the next part is quite in place. The same is true of Li Ci, for example, her Broken Magnolia didn't say "Where is my hometown? I forgot to lie in the water" until I was drunk.
From the leafy forest, it hides under the green forest in a place that has never been exposed to the sun. This is an ancient courtyard, located in the northernmost part of the city, almost uninhabited. Everything there is still vivid.
There was once a person who wanted to forget from beginning to end, but he couldn't bear to forget.
When I am alone, I can still clearly remember the fragments of the lens that hit the old dream and the vivid scenes in which the lens leads the vines around.
I think if one day I refuse to leave you in the cold oblivion, and the cold wind blows the leaves again, how will I try to get close to you, how will I miss you, how will I dream of you every night, how will I be afraid to miss you every night, how will I never dream of you again, and how will I miss you crazily! ! In the first few years after you left, I always stubbornly carried a heavy bag to find that old yard.
It seems that everything there is destined to belong to me, and I will not give up until I die.
It's another empty day, and the summer breeze is blowing bored. From time to time, it provokes the leisurely bugs lying on the old stems of Sophora japonica. The cicadas seem to be wronged by their peers and play trombone at the top of their voices. Like a thinker, bees firmly flapped their wings and stopped in mid-air. Ants playfully stroked their tentacles, happily climbed over the broken branches on the ground, hurried away and lay in the grass.
Life in the yard is growing with a flamboyant attitude, and even mosquitoes and flies forgotten in the black rot pile are not to be outdone.
Holding my breath, I crept past them, across the yard, pushed open the door, and shouted carefully, Dad.
At that moment, the wind understood my idea, and the light of the hot sun spread out and shone brightly through the paper lattice window.
Leng for a long time, stay for a long time, only to gradually understand, memories are gradually clear, you are gone, stay in such a place where you can miss, even if it is humble, you can see your good intentions.
I firmly believe that this yard is the only real thing you can give us after you have been poor all your life and finally left seriously ill.
There are many things in the world that can be redeemed, such as conscience and dignity, but there are too many things that cannot be redeemed, such as death and youth.
And what really keeps us in mind is often the latter.
I always stay away from fate.
Whether he belongs to the former or the latter has always been superficial.
Since I met you, since I knew you were my father, I fled my life like that when I left you for the last time. I seemed to passively believe in fate in repeated doubts and scrutiny.
I think, if you use a scientific attitude to predict a person's future, there will be thousands of different fates, but looking back, everyone finally chose only one path, which is irreparable.
Then the way you, my only father, choose may be to let me accept your departure and that unforgettable time in order to forget the rest of my life without you.
It is said that the daughter was the lover of her father in his last life.
It's a pity that in this life, my mother replaced me, and I, by mistake, became your only daughter.
I remember the first time, I sat proudly on your shoulder, and your palm was generous. Even in cold winter, the temperature there will not drop.
When the delicate ponytail of childhood grows into a long ponytail along the gear of life, you and I are inexplicably unfamiliar with the girl's innate stubbornness and shyness.
With the gradual decrease of language communication and the drifting away lifestyle, I slowly began to avoid your old eyes and bent shoulders in the poor years when I vaguely resented you.
Occasionally I see your weak back and bow my hands step by step from the afterglow of the distant sunset. I want to be close to you, but I can't.
Those barriers that span life always make us meet awkwardly on the bustling road with a provocative attitude, and then alienate ourselves to relative silence.
For a long time, I have always believed that I don't love you very much, at least not as firm and true as I love my mother.
It was not until one day that you left me after a long illness and never looked back that I repeatedly remembered your kindness to me and the unquestionable love that was buried deep in my heart and could not be expressed to you.
You always say you can't leave. If you leave, I won't have my father's pain, but now, really, I don't have my father's love anymore! What should I do? Because of your departure, there is a big gap in my life. What should I fill it with? I can only say that I "love" too many people because of you. I "love" a man with a deep tattoo on his forehead, a flat smile and his eyes squeezed into a crack. I love a man who can touch my head and say "dear" softly. I love a man who is speechless when I lose my temper. I even "love"
What about you? Will you stand where you were near to leave, silently look at your daughter, laugh at her stupidity, laugh at her stupidity, and laugh at her stupidity that she never wants to get rid of in the overload of guilt? (article reading network: three questions) I have been thinking, in the face of death, are you already dead?
Or maybe you still miss being alive and those days when you lived with us.
You want to see the ending, but you can't see it after spending your life in the near light.
Seeing that life is getting better and better, seeing that your children are admitted to college, and seeing that the seeds of spring are about to blossom and bear fruit in autumn, you are suddenly tired and can't stand it! As the Mid-Autumn Festival that you left passed by, I began to find that at least I was wrong: in those empty days when you realized death, in those tossing and turning nights day after day, how much you wish you could open your eyes and see us who are often away from you! Unfortunately, how many times have I sat on your pillow and looked at your closed but slightly flickering eyes, and tears welled up in my eyes. ...
I read out his gratitude and concern in 650 words. It is a beautiful landscape painting, which makes people intoxicated. Care is a clear spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life; Caring is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people ... Outside the window, it keeps raining.
When the test paper was handed out, a big "88" score was particularly dazzling.
After class, the teacher reported the scores in turn. Only a few people scored lower than me. This time, I was 8 points lower than the average.
After class, I sat alone in my seat, and the chirping birds seemed to laugh at me. "Look at you, it's a pity that you got so many points in the exam ..." I shook my head hard and covered my ears with my hand, as if to be isolated from the world.
At this moment, she came over "what? Let's play together! " I looked up, "no, thank you, you go.
"She sat down and put her hand on my shoulder, as if she had read my heart." It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you take the exam once! Failure is the mother of success! You can't always think about sad things. Instead of staring blankly here, think about what to do next time! Besides, everyone failed. How many times did Edison try to invent the light bulb? You gave up once? Just like eating. Just because you don't do it the first time doesn't mean you won't eat it later! So, be confident and believe that you will do well next time! "She cheered me up with a smile." Come on! "I smiled," yes, life is inevitable, this little setback is not worth mentioning! " ? Believe in yourself, come on! ""This is what I know about you. Let's go and play for a while! " She held my hand ... the rain stopped and a gorgeous rainbow appeared on the horizon ... from then on, I faced everything with optimism! ...
I read her gratitude. It's cool and foggy in late summer.
Winding fine rain curtains to weave a foggy world. When the light was shrouded, I seemed to see the persistent and strong figure at the beginning ... "Wow, finally!" I rushed into the corridor and slapped the rain beads.
Xia Yu, it's really raining! I walked home complaining.
Just arrived at the third floor, I found a little girl curled up in the corner.
Her clothes were soaked, and she clung to her body tightly. Her black hair dripped over her shoulders.
"Little sister, what's the matter with you?" I asked softly.
The girl looked up timidly. This deja vu face is ... Ah, isn't this the daughter of a neighbor who just moved downstairs? I exclaimed in my heart, how did I make such a mess? When the girl saw it was me, she couldn't help crying.
I looked at her tearfully, flustered: "Oh, what's the matter? What happened? Don't cry? " I was anxious to wipe her tears with my hand.
"Sister, sister!" Her voice with a slight vibrato, "whoops, quarreled with my mother today, ran out in a rage, but it rained heavily halfway. I had nowhere to go, and I came back all the way, but my mother was not at home. "
Sister, do you think mom will be angry and not want me? Seeing her tears getting heavier and heavier, I quickly said, "How come, you are so cute, how can your mother not want you?" "Really?" She looked at me with red eyes.
Her tearful eyes remind me of her past laughter, and I can't help but feel sour and red eyes.
"It's true!" I nodded heavily. "Go to my sister's house and change the wet clothes first! Don't catch a cold! " "good!" She answered sweetly with a smile on her face.
After taking a bath at my house, I carefully dried the girl's hair.
After playing with the girl at my house for a while, I thought I should take her back to see if her mother had come back.
So I took the girl by the hand and knocked on the door downstairs.
The door was wide open and a woman with red eyes stood in front of it.
After seeing the figure of the bearer clearly, the girl rushed into the woman's arms and said excitedly, "Mom!" " The woman's body stagnated, and then she hugged the girl's body tightly and said something in her mouth: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back!" " There was an uncertain trembling in her voice, and her hand tightened again, as if the girl would disappear the next second.
At that moment, looking at the mother and daughter hugging each other tightly under the light, I felt as if the sun had already fallen from the sky, penetrating the wind and rain and countless watchful souls in the world.
It's still raining outside, but the sun is burning in their hearts. There is warmth, cherish, hand in hand, hope, and a memory that passes through my soul, which is called touching.
It was a long time before the woman noticed me and smiled and said to me, "Thank you for taking care of her and sending her back!" " "I smiled and said nothing.
At that moment, I saw her grateful eyes.
The sky is starry and the ground is brightly lit.
That night, I still remember that her eyes were dark, and it seemed that the world was full of stars.
Ah, that full of gratitude seems to overflow! I smile ......
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