Sad Essay Part 1
Recently, I feel a bit sentimental, inexplicably sad.
I always wonder, what have I done in the past thirteen years? The answer is no. On the other hand, my wish to have a legendary life since childhood has no sign of coming true.
Going to and from school and home every day, my life is so simple that even I wonder how I can have such a day. Life goes on in a haphazard manner, but this is life.
The road ahead is precarious and I cannot see the future clearly, so I dream of having a crystal ball that can see the future. But the crystal ball is not in my hand.
Once, I mean once, I dreamed of eternity, but now I know that eternity is just a few pages in a history book. Maybe eternity is the eternity of the past, the memories of the present, and the infinity of the future. Without a trace. Eternity is not even comparable to a moment.
Time flies, never to return, the past is like water, where is heaven?
Everyone suffers more than Jesus on the cross. This pain is innate. You can't push it away, you can't escape it, that's your responsibility. But this is what life is all about.
This seems to be an abstract and vague concept, but it is really pressing on us.
Dreams, past, present, future. The wheel of fortune is rumbling, and many historical celebrities say they are the ones who control it. But those are words that only successful people can say. Weak people and those who are struggling are not qualified to say such things. This is cruel, so everyone is like a frog trapped in a well, eager to jump out of the dark and cold well, but have you ever thought that the outside of the well may be scarier than the underground?
I have to Although we say that this world is unfair, we have to say that this world has given every life enough justice.
So even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire outside the well, every living being is working hard. Because of hard work, they will always be young.
Writing this, I couldn’t help but raise the corners of my mouth and smile away the vicissitudes of the world. Sad Essay Part 2
Human life is not as good as we imagine, nor is it as bad as we imagine. Many times, our happiness has nothing to do with material things. Sometimes it is just a spiritual experience, a spiritual feeling. Although we cannot extend the length of life, we can broaden its width and make our life more exciting in our limited life.
In our lifetime, we will meet many people who will accompany us to spend a day, a month, or a year in our life. When it's time to leave, to get together and relax, and then spend another day, another month, another year with the next one. No matter who you are, you should take care when saying goodbye. Because meeting everyone is a kind of fate. Since we are destined to be together, let us cherish it. Even though the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, as long as you don’t have trouble with yourself, don’t dwell on other people’s comments, hold your happiness in the palm of your hand, and leave your worries behind, the world in your heart will be vast.
In life, you must be content, ordinary, and grateful. Let go of your inferiority complex, let go of your negativity, let go of your laziness, and let go of your complaints. Have an indifferent heart, know how to accept the regrets in life, learn to cherish the touches in life, let the heart be filled with tranquility and sunshine, and smile at the past of the mortal world. In the innocent fleeting years, use your heart to feel the happiness in ordinary life, and let your heart have no regrets because of love.
The happiness and troubles of life all depend on your attitude towards life. Optimism brings continuous good luck; loss and sinking bring misfortune. In times of adversity, you might as well think from a different angle and think for the best in everything. A good attitude determines a good destiny!
Happiness is actually around us all the time. As long as we feel it carefully and observe it keenly, you will find that happiness is so close to us. If your heart is sunny, happiness will come to you; if your heart is dark, happiness will slip away from you. You must know how to grasp and cherish happiness before it slips away.
Let each of us have a normal and calm heart, let beauty stay in our hearts forever, and let happiness always be with us. Sad Essay Part 3
I am wearing a floral dress, made of cotton and linen. The color is the color of maranthus, with purple wrapped in pink and white. The autumn wind was blowing, and I was walking under the elm tree at the door of my house, carrying a handful of fresh chrysanthemum. The leaves of the elm tree were flying and dancing like butterflies. I was bathed in the rain of fallen leaves, my steps were light, my skirts were flying, I felt free and elegant. No one will see my tears and inner struggle yesterday. For example, I saw the marchia chrysanthemums blooming under the tree. They bloomed wildly and willfully, and I couldn't see the sadness and loneliness in each flower.
The wind blew the branches of the Malanthus at my feet, touching my ankles lightly, and it was itching. I lowered my head to look at these Malanthus, and another burst of fallen leaves fluttered, falling all over my body, and then slipped to the flowers, like countless tangerines. Butterfly, fluttering its wings. The smell of autumn is very strong, but the Malanthus blooms in spring, which is even more lovable.
Xu Donglin said that Malanju looks like a girl from a poor family. Look at her delicate and frail look, stubbornly blooming in Qingqiu. No flower can match the clarity and openness in my heart. And I always feel that this flower is like a troubled woman. She has a lot to say, but can't find the right person to say it to, so she can only bloom into a smile in the autumn wind.
When I have some free time, I look at the maranthus downstairs from the window at home. They are blooming in sheets, like groups of graceful clouds, floating in the place where I live, and also in my heart, filling the space of my heart. Loneliness comes at any time. In the green patch of Ophiopogon japonicus at the door of my house, a few marigolds have been swaying with sparse floral shadows since summer, and have been swaying until now in autumn. They are just like the foreign cloth floral skirt my mother made when I was a child. Floating and fluttering in the wind of my hometown, it’s all nostalgia.
The wind is getting cooler and autumn is getting thicker. The maranthus are blooming more lively. I walked into the depths of the flowers, and their soft flowers surrounded me. I put on a floral skirt and fell in love with autumn.
At this time, the aunt next door came holding a sickle. She said that the leaves of the chrysanthemums were inedible and the flowers were in bloom. It was time to call it a day and plant green vegetables. Yes, people in reality care about farming and sowing in the seasons, not unrealistic romantic poetry. The aunt quickly lifted the sickle, and these maranthus fell down holding the lovely flowers. There was no bloody scene of death, no sign of fear of death struggle, no sound, no regrets, permeated with fragrance, and lay on the ground with a beautiful posture. Human beings cannot wither gracefully like flowers, but they can strive to live like flowers.
The uncle of my aunt’s family came over with a small basket. He said that the leaves of the Malanthus can be eaten and the flowers can be made into tea. Such fresh flowers must be cherished, so how can we ignore them. So I started to pick beautiful Malan chrysanthemums. The fragrance of the flowers lingered on my fingertips. I thought of the fields, soil, and hometown, just like the mood I felt when writing poems.
Leaving a neatly cut piece of Malan chrysanthemum. She said that the stubble will be left to divide the seedlings next spring. There will still be good times in autumn, and maybe we can still eat Malantou vegetables.
During this afternoon, there was nice piano music, floating over from the harvested maranthium field. The petals of the maranthia dried in the sun downstairs became tea, and the green vegetables planted turned green. , the stubble of Malanthus sprouts new leaves and blooms sporadic small flowers. Sad Essay Part 4
In the middle of the night, I listened to the song and stayed awake. My head hurt slightly, and many various scenes passed by like a movie. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve grown up or for some other reason, but I always feel a little bit sad when the end is approaching. Whether it’s the end of vacation, the end of the school year, or the end of working during the vacation, it feels like it’s the end, and some things seem to never be the same again. But it is also true that no two moments are the same. Time will not stand still for anyone or anything, nor will it stand still for my sadness.
It’s very quiet tonight. I don’t know if it’s an auditory hallucination. When I close my eyes, I can actually hear the buzzing sounds or the sounds of insects that move at night. It was dark, very dark, and overwhelming. Only the roommate who was still playing with his cell phone had a blur of white light coming out of his bed, which disappeared immediately after entering the air. I turned my head, but fortunately there was a street light outside the window. This street light was very good and had to take good care of me. I could talk to him at any time as long as I wanted. Unfortunately, there is only a weak light, which is not dazzling, but sometimes it is just right that it is not dazzling, so that I can look at him with my eyes wide open and watch to my heart's content.
After listening to the song, my head still hurts. The roommate’s white patch was gone, leaving only the light outside the window. It's a pity that he was outside the window and I couldn't take a good look at him.
Hi, that light, how are you? I'm going to sleep. When I woke up, you had just fallen asleep, right? Remember to smile, hehe... It's cold in winter, so cover yourself with a quilt when you go to bed in the morning. Good night then, the light outside the window. Sad Essay Part 5
The fog was very, very heavy, hiding everything. If I wasn't in such a hurry, I would definitely be intoxicated in this white mist. The bridge is wrapped in a mythical substance to form a mysterious barrier. I was walking on the bridge alone, looking to both sides of the bridge, and saw looming lights in the vast whiteness.
It was almost noon when the fog dispersed, and the sunlight, as clear as the moonlight, shone through the classroom windows and onto the textbook I was writing. Attracted by it, I looked out the window and saw the sunlight shining on the school's century-old banyan tree. Only a few dead leaves were hanging on the rough trunk. A few days ago, there were still many leaves, which were picked up by a group of unknown people. After the bird struggled a lot, it became depressed, and the bird didn't know where to fly! Those few leaves were swaying in the biting cold wind, and they felt like they would fall with the wind in the next second, but they still clung to the branches tenaciously. The branches spread a whirling sound.
In the evening, on the way home from school, I approached the West Tower. The red sun hung slanting in the sky. You Zhi stretched out his hand, held the golden sunshine and said: "I don't feel warm, but the sun Just in the palm of my hand, the sun's rays stung my eyes. "I blocked the sun with my hands, and the sun's rays passed through my fingers and stung my eyes. I said: "Just like Baby Annie said, there is a hole in the palm of my hand. When I look directly at the sun, the sunlight will shine through the palm of my hand and sting my eyes.
The night is dim, the lights are bright. Alone Standing alone on the street corner, I am isolated from the hustle and bustle of traffic, and the endless stream of vehicles is passing by quickly. What I am waiting for has not yet come. On the blue and black sky, there are a few stars and a bright moon on the street. It is too dazzling, without the tranquility of the countryside, without the hustle and bustle of nature, without the moonlight allure that I long for.
This city is too prosperous, this city is too small, this city cannot hold me. Dream.
Perhaps it’s not that this city is too small, but that I am too small and my heart is too small to hold a small dream.
In fact, the hole is not in the palm of my hand, but in my heart. The older I get, the more lonely I become. I begin to fear that loneliness will gradually expand the hole in my heart, and then swallow up my whole heart.