Memories are vaguely stagnant in the warm sunshine. The autumn wind blew my skirt and blew away the crying and roar of the children. I was left alone wandering around the desolate street corner ... the sunshine was scattered with motherly gentleness, which soaked my empty heart a little. Yes! Mom, I still remember that I was a toddler, relying on your weak body, moving forward step by step until I had a dream direction.
In the world of love, there are warm marks. Open the yellowed photo album, from infancy to childish childhood, there are photos of you in every period, and they record your growth with silent actions. Life can't grasp the rules and there is no trace to follow. However, every inch of growing soil is carefully cared for by parents. Their happiness and unhappiness are based on whether you can grow up healthily. Dim lights, removed dinner, will toss and turn again tomorrow. But the regret will only be buried deeper and deeper. Looking at my father's increasingly gray hair and my mother's haggard face, I suddenly realized that I was going to be an adult, and they had been busy for me for eighteen years. They don't want to talk about many hardships in life, but I will understand them when I grow up. In these eighteen years, the warmth will last forever.
In the growing world, there are traces of mud. Life is full of twists and turns, and things are unpredictable. Success will not be so easy. Even if a road goes dark, you may encounter rough waves, but maybe the result will be good. "There are many beautiful women in Jiangshan, and they compete with each other." In the trajectory of life, some people do not go against their original intention, and their own steps are enough to make a circle, which can be described as a complete merit. But some people always forget. Seek quick success and instant benefit to find shortcuts, but go further and further.
Life is just a few decades, and it's almost over before I can recall it. When we stop and go, life will become more and more open, and the more we grow up, the more we need to cherish.
In the world of memory, there are laughter, tears, silence ... this little ink, which grows with us. Perhaps, you need more than just a pair of shoes, but someone who is willing to accompany you no matter how rough it is; Perhaps, you need more than just a photo, but you are willing to accompany your parents through thick and thin. Maybe you need more than an experience, but you are willing to have the courage to persist despite the dark dawn.
When winter goes and spring comes, the breath of summer in the warm sun quietly floats through my heart. The footsteps are deep and the years are sinking. In this world, there are marks of our lives. Whether it is love or growth, this series of marks makes us better and better.
No matter what time gives you, move on. Need to calm down, need to calm down, need to give yourself strength!
The second article: essays on life
Like a person, pile up books everywhere without scruple. I can find any book I like with my eyes closed without tidying up the messy room. No constraints, no noise, let the days like running water pass slowly in my hands.
Sometimes I really want to be alone and want to stay away. To hell with those worldly things. I wake up in the first sunshine of the sun every day and sleep in the silent night. No one will disturb your life, and no one will pay attention to you. Although this kind of life is unremarkable, there is a freedom everywhere.
So I learned to be silent. I was silent and wondered if I was sick. I became indifferent to everything around me. What can I care about? Living in hypocrisy every day, I am afraid that others will understand me, and I don't want to understand others. In my eyes, life is simple and warm, but the reality is not what I want, and disappointment is greater than anger.
This world, this life, I use one word to describe it, that is, tired, and only this word can describe it. Every day, carrying a heavy schoolbag, I go to the dead campus, always busy, with no direction, only the time that slips away from our fingertips and the sigh that leaves you endless regrets.
Sometimes I fantasize that if there are no ideas between people, friends don't use each other, and people don't suspect each other … but how is that possible? There will always be a deceptive relationship between people until you have no surplus value.
Wake up in silence, sleep in silence. I like this life, but I dare not expect it!
Article 3: Essays on Life
It's too late to love, apologize, make mistakes, promise, wish and hug before leaving. ...
We always have too much time. We always think that time will wait for us, let's start all over again and make up for our shortcomings. Don't you know that Satan is like a roaring lion, marching around looking for someone to swallow? Disaster always comes when we are caught off guard, and you and I have nowhere to hide.
The only thing we can do is to know how to exist before it's too late, take good care of the baby in our hands and never relax for a moment.
Existence tells us what life is. Life is a porcelain vase, which will break when it falls to the ground, but some porcelain vases are broken and there is no movement at all, while others make a loud noise, which makes people around you look back. Life should have a magnificent moment. ...
Therefore, existence is now, existence is eternal, and existence is unreasonable. It is no accident that you are here. Existence needs you, because you have your dignity and the whole world is thinking of you. The stars, the moon, the sun, trees and birds need you everywhere. You have to feel that existence has been caring about you. Once you know this, you can feel infinite love coming from all directions.
At that time, we won't regret all kinds of things that are too late.
I suddenly thought of the trend of writing today. Press the keyboard, listen to the sound of tapping the keyboard, record the mood show of the day, and reap the taste of emptiness. I hope the autumn will come more violently. ...
Chapter four: random thoughts on the ancient city
Touching the thousand-year-old wall, the traces depicted by the years seem to be telling the unforgettable past with countless scars.
Soul-stirring, oh! Thousands of years of Cang Sang, thousands of years of joys and sorrows! The solemn and stirring performance of Jin Ge Tiema was staged here, and Fang Qiu was reprimanded. The past is like a cloud, and there is a lot to say. A nation that once laughed at the sun and the moon, an ancient capital city that once looked down on the Millennium, disappeared completely with the continuous bonfire, and thus became a ruin. Abandoned by war in the dust heap of history; Forgotten in a dark corner.
A once prosperous dynasty fell like this, leaving only an empty shell shivering in the cold wind. Is that solid gray wall and that protruding stone your scar? Is it proof that you humiliated history? Millennium homing pigeon, please give my regards to this Millennium ancient capital. I hope that the country with ancient century customs can wash away the scars and forget the pain of burning the heart; A thousand-year-old tomb, do you know that a generation of emperors and generals will sleep here? Grave, have you ever seen the generous wall cut open by the sword of war? Have you ever heard the howling of nature crossing the Great Wall for thousands of years ... "Autumn cries to the corner of the border town, and the bonfire shines on the high platform.
Sad songs hit the building, relying on high wine; This interest is leisurely! "The charm of the ancient century, eternal sleep, romantic and elegant chic are the charm of this thousand-year-old city! The rolling water washed away the smoke of the ancient battlefield and the blood of the ancient capital city, but it could not wash away the romantic figures of the ages! Ordos has thousands of miles of Gobi, Taklimakan has Wan Li Pingsha, and the old course of the Yellow River is endless. ...
In short, it contains all the wealth in the world. Take the essence of heaven and earth! Ancient city, use your endless rhyme to awaken that generation of emperors and princes; Use your eternal integrity to resolve the pain of that Millennium; Win the appreciation of the world with your exciting story!
Oh, the ancient city, the city of the Millennium!
Article 5: Learn to forget the essay.
One's life is always bittersweet. Different lives have different colors, some gorgeous and some ordinary.
A black-and-white photo that has already yellowed, a handsome girl with a flowery smile, and a boy with a huge face are on the paper. This is what my grandparents looked like when they were young. My mother often tells me, "Grandma has a hard time." But I don't understand that grandma has both children and children in her life, and we all honor her. The only misfortune is grandpa's death. In my image, grandma loves to laugh and is as cute as a child. It was not until later that I deeply understood the meaning of "not easy".
I can't stop worrying about other people's criticisms and jokes. I always complain to my parents about other people's bad. Grandma heard it again. That night, I heard a distant and long story.
Two months before I was born, my grandfather died unfortunately, and my grandmother suffered all the pain alone, fearing that my mother would be heartbroken. It was not until half a month after I was born that my mother got the news from my relatives in my hometown. When my mother hurried home, she found grandma lying pale in bed. Neighbors said they hadn't seen her for two or three days, and only when they visited her home did they find that she was in a coma. It was easy to be rescued, but grandma was delirious all day, either sitting by the bed or turning over the photo album silently without saying a word. Finally, I was held in my grandmother's arms for half a year, and she gradually regained consciousness. My mother is afraid that my grandmother will be lonely, so I often sleep in her house. On a business trip, my mother sent me to my grandmother's house the night before. I had a high fever that night, which scared her to take me to the hospital in the town overnight. I fell down in a hurry and my knuckles swelled up on the spot. To save money, grandma endured the pain. After a few days, I finally couldn't help it. I went to the hospital. The doctor told us that if I was a week late, my joints would be necrotic. Until now, grandma's left fingers can't close properly.
A person must learn to forget some time in his life, otherwise, you can only live in the past. Too much happiness will only pass you by forever. Forgetting is not the performance of the weak, but a person's attitude of choosing life.
Essay on bathing in the morning
Have you ever heard this sound in the morning? Have you ever been baptized in the morning? Have you ever indulged in the early morning scenery?
Get up early every morning, the first thing I do is listen to the sound of the morning. Listen, the sound in the morning is so loud and pleasant. What is that? Oh, it turns out that birds are singing in the branches, as if to wake up those sleepy "bugs". The sound in the morning is so bright. What's that noise? Oh, it's the rooster singing to remind people that it's dawn and tell the sun that it's time to get up.
The second thing is to look at the scenery in the morning. Look, what is that hazy green? Oh, it turned out to be a vibrant forest, which seems to tell people that no matter how helpless life is, there will still be a colorful sky. The scenery in the morning is so deep. Lift your feet and walk into that small forest. The forest looks so quiet that people can't go on, but it fascinates me. Let me walk all the way to the end of the forest and then slowly come back from the end of the forest.
The third thing is to be baptized in the morning. The so-called baptism is just accepting the morning sunshine. However, isn't that why I get up early? Isn't that why I like everything in the morning? Isn't that why I miss the morning?
A friend asked me why you get up so early every day. I just smiled and didn't speak. I don't think anyone who has heard the sound of the morning and seen the scenery in the morning will ask me that. I also think that only those who don't know how to appreciate, those who only work and study all their lives, will say those words, only know what is in front of them and don't want to stop to appreciate those beautiful things.
Perhaps, you will feel nothing to miss in the morning. Yes, but no. However, please keep your eyes open, don't close your eyes, don't look away, you will find that in the morning, there are actually many things we can't see, and there are also things we want to have in our hearts-a peaceful world.
The morning is beautiful. It gave me the most beautiful things-calm, thinking, telling and comforting.
Article 7: Essay on Wonderful Scenes in Busy Time
All the students who have been in the fifth grade know that the most popular song in the class is: Grandma's Penghu Bay. However, this song was originally a cheerful song, but when I arrived at my naughty deskmate, it was a donkey's head with a small ponytail. "Always eat those leftovers, no chopsticks and bowls, and eat those hand-grabbed meals ... hand-grabbed meals, hand-grabbed meals, grandma hand-grabbed meals ..." No, my deskmate sang again. "You'd better shut up! My ears are grinding! " I quietly ordered my deskmate.
"Hey, what do you know!" The deskmate said disdainfully, "I'm making up a song now! Maybe I can be a musician when I grow up! " Only him! Others sing for money, but he sings hard!
Scene 2- Chinese class
Our class is notoriously naughty at school, and many teachers can't help us. No, the headmaster changed our teacher, Mr. Tang, to give us Chinese lessons. Teacher Tang, with a big belly, said, "Well, classmates, before class, I want to ask you a question about history." The teacher turned around and wrote on the blackboard: "What is Battle of Red Cliffs?" The whole class was silent. This is, a voice came from behind: "Hum! Battle of Red Cliffs? It' s just taking off your clothes and fighting shirtless! " Tick-tock, tick-tock, the classroom was quiet for two seconds, and then the whole class burst into laughter, which seemed to be 100 decibel. The glass in the classroom will also be broken.
Scene 3- Nap time
"Ding-ding, Ding-dong, Ding-dong." The bell of the nap rang again. Gong Jialu, a girl in our class, suddenly bent down, clutching her stomach. Originally, she was a lively girl. Why has it become extraordinarily quiet today? There must be something wrong with this. I floated up to her like a ghost and asked, "Hey, quiet madman! Your performance today really opened my eyes! " She gave me a look and walked on, clutching her stomach. ""sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic "came the voice of books in the quiet dormitory. I turned a blind eye and saw the teacher in our class pull Gong Jialu out of bed like a cat and mouse and said sternly, "You really forget to eat and sleep!" "The book was confiscated on the spot. Well, it's a little strange.
In the busy fifth grade, there are also many wonderful scenes, which make our plain life interesting and relaxed.
Chapter 8: imprint, essays in rainy season
March is the rainy season, which is true. Although it was a holiday, it kept raining and refused to stop.
I stood in front of the teaching building with a bag of books on my back, looking at the huge water hole overhead. When will the rain stop? Forget it. Go ahead. Dad is waiting for me at the school gate. Just when my feet were about to take off, I was stopped by a loud cry, "classmate, wait a minute!" " "Then, an umbrella appeared on my head:" It's raining so hard, you'd better let me have a rest! ""I just "oh" and got under the umbrella. It was quiet all the way, only the sound of rain falling on the umbrella could be heard. I didn't say a word to her because-we are just passers-by and there is nothing to say.
This silence lasted until I left, without thanking or saying goodbye. When I saw my father, I ran over without saying a word. I don't even remember what that girl looks like, only a rough idea. When I stood by my father and looked back, I could only look at her back, but I looked at it closely. Maybe I should at least write something and print it in my heart!
I regret it when I get home.
Why didn't I thank you, leave a greeting or a smile when others helped me? Even passers-by, I should write down her appearance, but regret can only be regret after all, to no avail.
I am very grateful to God for giving me another chance. I saw it on the school playground again. Yes, is that her? I looked and looked, yes, that's her. I ran excitedly, and what appeared in front of me was the slightly blurred outline. "Hello, remember me! The one you helped last rainy day! " I asked her excitedly, "Well! It's you. " "Thank you!" I smiled back when I spoke. "Can you tell me your Chinese characters?" She smiled sweetly and said, "Qi." Since then, Qi's name and appearance have been deeply imprinted on my mind, and I want to remember that even though Qi is a passer-by.
Years grow like weeds, but the sun still rises and sets. How many people have hurried through my life in this decade! But I only remember Qi.
In this rainy season, I learned to give passers-by a smile and a thank you. Similarly, in the rainy season, I learned to impress them all deeply in my heart. ...