Suddenly, I realized that my life was the same. I can only follow the footsteps of others. I am always afraid to take my own step and think about it. The ice on my back is biting to the bone, and my heart feels like someone took it out and put it in this cold river. I lost consciousness, became numb, and went with the flow as if it were not my own. It's all over. I'm still going on. Maybe this is my life, a failed life. "Woof", a puppy barking, pulled me back from the thinking space, my body seemed to feel, and my heart seemed to return to my body. Looking at fewer and fewer morning exercisers, I couldn't help laughing. I smell the fresh air, follow the footsteps of others and walk on the road of habit. I will still be alive and see the sun tomorrow.
Early morning essay 2 Early in the morning, the earth that has just been washed by rain is so fresh, just like a girl who has just taken a shower, just like the shyness of Shuilian. The morning is beautiful. After the baptism of heavy rain at night, I think: the earth will eventually be fresh.
Morning is lazy, at the same time, it is also positive.
Early in the morning, here, it's a little different from outside. Here, the dawn of getting up is not a crow, but a harsh whistle. This sound, like a heavy hammer, shattered our dreams. We stretch its body like flowers, unfold its petals and accept the baptism of the morning sun. When we get dressed and haven't completely opened our eyes, we have stood at the starting line today, waiting for a call and moving at full speed.
In the morning, it's time to burst into loud reading. Recently, a new round of CET-4 and CET-6 will begin again. Alas! If you can't pass Band 4, you won't be awarded a degree certificate. School is really cruel. Those students with a weak foundation may have to struggle to the front line again. I've been working overtime these nights, and my mind is full of those 26 English letters all day. Yes, they are struggling. Perhaps, this is the last time they took the CET-4 exam. Perhaps, they still have several times. They've been struggling anyway. It doesn't matter if it doesn't end well. After all, there is no bird's footprint in the sky, but the bird has already flown.
Morning is also the morning of struggle, and it is upward.
When we opened our misty eyes and went downstairs with a broom, a ray of sunshine came in and touched our eyes at zero distance. At this time, I saw the beauty of life. This ray of sunshine from the east is so warm, just like mother's warm hands, brushing away the pain in our hearts and caressing our tired hearts. This is like a fairy tale, a pair of magical hands, with their own warmth, pointed out the direction for those who were troubled and confused, and also pulled those who had gone astray back and found themselves again. In front of me, it is such a ray of sunshine, warm and full of vitality.
Although we are sweeping the floor with a broom, our hearts are full of complaints: why do we sweep the floor so early? This is a reading time. Why not leave this place as it is, the most basic natural color? However, due to the orders from above, as soldiers, we have to carry them out. Therefore, we can change our impetuous heart and make it look like the morning after the rain, fresh, beautiful and full of natural breath. Looking at this pomegranate tree with red flowers and smelling the faint fragrance, can't we indulge in it and forget everything? And this dense phoenix tree, lush camphor tree and Metasequoia, we look at this strong life, how can we not be awed! In nature, all life is positive. As a prominent individual, what qualifications do you have to sink!
Among them, the birdsong in the morning light is the most talked about. I don't know who this bird is. It's early in the morning and I'm not too tired. Standing at the end of a Metasequoia glyptostroboides, singing heartily. Just like a selfless singer, no matter what others say, as long as you have that beauty and narcissism in your heart, everything outside is not so important. Although, we all think that song is very ugly, a desolate and abandoned decadent sound.
Early in the morning, it started with the sunshine in the morning, but it also ended with the uniform March of our schoolbags. Yes, it was a sunny morning, and everything was fresh after the rain.
Early morning essay 3 at 5: 30 in the morning, I suddenly woke up from my dream and felt very sleepy, so I had to get dressed and get up.
Walking out of the house, the moonlight is still in the middle of the sky, but in the sky far from the mountain side, there are some early mornings behind the clouds, which makes the gray clouds have a transparent interest. The gray interior seems to have woven a layer of golden orange lining, as if it would be golden if turned over. The birds haven't fully woken up, only occasionally there are a few low short songs. It sounds like they had a dream in the treetops on an autumn night. They were startled by this dream, let out a cry, turned over and went back to sleep.
Walking slowly on the road, the pedestrians beside me roared past, bringing a breeze and blowing my hair. The curly hair tips lost no time in kissing my cheek, and the dragonfly-like kiss made me feel stinging and itchy. Then, like a shy girl, she drifted away.
Avoid pedestrians and set foot on a sparsely populated mountain road. Last night's dew remained on the stone steps. After the cold autumn, all the leaves in the mountain forest have fallen, leaving only dead branches waiting for spring. Looking at those dead branches in the dark, there is a strong and unyielding attitude. There are some yellow flowers under the tree. They are opening their petals to breathe the morning air. It's wild chrysanthemum, the most common flower in the world.
What kind of power is hidden in the depths of the land? What kind of power grows around us regardless of everything? Bloom on time in the cold early winter, repeating the most beautiful and magical phenomena in life again and again. This humble little flower makes you unable to walk away from her. I touched it gently and a long wild chrysanthemum was pulled up.
There must always be some persistence in one's life, and there will always be something that excites you and makes you cry. Just like the wild chrysanthemum now, in the cold early winter morning, no one watches it, but it blooms beautifully alone. Yes, not for others, but for my heart.
I am a person who likes to look back. I walk on a quiet path and especially like to look back. I always feel that the scenery on the road is particularly beautiful. Although I understand that the most beautiful place is not in the distance, not in the road I have traveled, but in the place where I am. I like to look back, just because I'm afraid of forgetting. Digging out my memories from time to time will make me feel more secure.
I never thought there would be such a quiet mountain forest.
I never thought there would be such silence, such a feeling of wanting nothing.
In the world, there are always some people, some things and some moments, which seem to have some kind of arrangement. Just like now, this dead tree, this chrysanthemum, this early winter and this morning, I walked through a secluded path, and my mood was only a short encounter in this time and space. When I passed by, the mist dispersed and the morning light stopped, and I was no longer the one who enjoyed the fog on the secluded path. Every kind of favor from heaven will make you feel lonely in this world. Just like such a beautiful morning, such a beautiful flower blooms and withers alone. After all the flowers have fallen, there is still the sound of falling flowers in my heart, one by one, gently falling in the deserted Shan Ye.
All the good things worth cherishing need to keep a distance.
I know I will be happy all day today. My happiness was only this morning, when I realized that I was one with nature. More importantly, I made a small collaboration with life and won a life that I should have enjoyed but never enjoyed.
Early morning prose essay 4 In the early morning, with the sound of birds singing, there is always an echo of knocking at the door in the empty living room. This is the echo of love, echoing in my heart forever. -inscription
My grandmother has been a farmer all her life, and has always kept the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, while I have been studying abroad, but I am used to writing something late at night and staying up late. However, whenever I get home, I can't change it. I always get up late every day and always have lunch for breakfast. My parents who go out early and come back late every day don't know about it, and they believe that their son is so old that he should be able to take care of himself.
However, grandma is not at home. She waits for me to have breakfast every day, but she can't. Grandma loves my stomach, so she comes to eat with me. Grandma came from the old house to the new home, because grandma and mom and dad are used to living in the old house that has not been old for most of their lives, while our four brothers and sisters live in the new home, but they all eat at home. I don't know why. Maybe it's a habit in our family. The distance between the old house and the new house is only about 200 meters, which is the habit of rural people. They always do. The closer the house is, the better. Grandma doesn't have the key to a new house, because she said she would be afraid of messing up or losing the key when she was old. So she had to ask me to come down for dinner. I couldn't hear it when I fell asleep, and I slept with the doors and windows closed, and I couldn't hear the sound outside.
Grandma cried for a while, but I still didn't respond, so she knocked on the door in a hurry and kept knocking. The knock on the door clearly reached my ears through the wall, and I soon woke up. I don't know who is knocking at the door, but I can't hear any response. No, there is a response-knocking at the door. Finally, I couldn't help it. I got up and walked out of the balcony, but I couldn't see anyone. The knock on the door continued.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes, put on my shoes and went downstairs to open the door, only to find that my grandmother looked anxious.
I'm a little surprised. Why did grandma come to me so early? Before I recovered from my surprise, my grandmother blamed me: "Why didn't you come down for dinner so late, and you shouldn't make a hullabaloo about and knock on the door for so long?"
I see. Grandma was worried about me and asked me to have breakfast. I looked guilty and rubbed my sleepy hands, suddenly I didn't know where to put them. Grandma looked at my messy appearance and knew that I had just got up. She blamed me and said with distress, "How many times have I told you since I was a child? Get up early and go to bed early. Look what you have become. No breakfast. Hurry up and wash. "
At this time, I didn't know what to say, and I couldn't say anything, so I ran to wash my face. Soon, I followed my grandmother to the kitchen in my hometown. Grandma served hot porridge. She must have heated it again, maybe more than once. Looking at this steaming porridge, my heart suddenly warmed up and my guilt deepened. I took out my chopsticks from the cupboard, only to find that my grandmother had come to get them and hadn't eaten them yet. I quickly handed the chopsticks in my hand, and then took out another one, which deepened my guilt.
With a deep sense of guilt, I sat at the dinner table and ate porridge with my grandmother, who always told me to go to bed early and get up early. Guilt is getting deeper and deeper, and I know I can't do this anymore.
It's just that I can't change it at once because of my habitual late-night writing, so I still get up a little later every day, but I still get up a little earlier than before, but my grandmother still doesn't think it's enough. So, every morning when the sun climbs the lintel of the mountain, grandma will wake me up. The way to wake me up is naturally to knock on the door downstairs. At this time, there is always a big echo in the empty living room, which passes through the wall and reaches my ears, so I have to climb up. Go downstairs and open the door and tell grandma that I have got up, because it is useless to respond to grandma's knock at the door in the room, because grandma is old and deaf, and more importantly, grandma will not be at ease when she meets people. When she meets people, she will wait for me to finish washing and lead me to the kitchen in her hometown, just like when I was a child, she led me shopping for school.
At first, I was a little annoyed with this knocking at the door, and sometimes I even got angry. Just thinking about this deep love behind me, all that remains is guilt and determination to change.
Later, I gradually got used to knocking at the door in the morning. Even if I get up early every day, I still refuse to go to the old house for breakfast. I stood behind the door, waiting for the first knock on the door in the morning, then opened the door and gave grandma a big smile. Then my grandmother took me to the old house. The years are quiet and my grandmother is in good health. I want to go on like this.
Morning Essay 5 When I wake up in the first sunshine in the morning, the distance from Minxingxuan to the library is somewhat different.
Going out, rows of neat little yellow cars, not to class time, little yellow cars still stay there quietly. On the way to Tingxiang, you can sometimes see frogs on the roadside, students wearing straw hats and holding instruments taking measurements. Flowers and plants are so fresh.
Dining hall, the first time to see so many kinds of breakfast, listening to fragrant gardens, soft triangular cakes, hot steamed buns, and the first wave of sweet and thick soybean milk. When I was in a hurry to go to class, I never found that breakfast was actually better.
On the road, near the holiday, most of them are students who are reviewing and taking the postgraduate entrance examination. They hurried to the library, sleepy, some students had dark circles, and some students were still in a state of edema. Even so, they go to the library every day at 3. 1 because they have the dream of taking the postgraduate entrance examination. Once they choose, they must stick to it, just like the college entrance examination we have experienced. These are the starting points of their dreams.
Yunying Lake is beautiful and smoky, accompanied by bursts of English morning reading. There are students who get up early and do morning exercises on the track and field, and there are also many uncles and aunts outside. Their sportsmanship is really admirable. The annual ring square is still a classmate who reads in the morning, so sometimes I find that the university is still a place to study, a place full of positive energy. The sound of reading, the smell of birds and flowers and the fresh air are all so refreshing.
I haven't seen the manager at six in the morning for a long time. We prefer to stay in bed and sleep until noon to order takeout. We are all lazy and lack the passion and vitality of young people. Most of us always stay up late, stay up late, play mobile phones, adhere to bad living habits, live an empty life day after day, forget our dreams and their original intentions.
Sometimes everything around you needs to be discovered and experienced by yourself. Young people have unlimited possibilities!
The morning prose essay 6 is cool and the stars have fallen. The cock held his head high and called the goddess of dawn. People who are still sleeping will never think that I am wandering in the jungle for some short-lived treasure. Pearl dew, rosy clouds, long queues ... all attract me deeply. There will be a sunrise soon, and I will greet him warmly, hoping that we can become good brothers. Then the butterfly taught me to dance, and the oriole taught me to sing ... The lovely elves explained the beauty, and I sang it.
Maybe we will never forget this world and long for happiness in the world. But hope always runs counter to life, so we should live bravely. If we are greedy for pies falling from the sky, life will be like this-hope or despair. If people get rid of despair, there will be hope, but despair will come. Only after countless disappointments can we live up to expectations several times. But they will be disappointed in the end, just like the grass in the pasture, few trees can blossom and bear fruit.
We don't have to envy a happy person, he may only be on the surface. Only by being brave can life be more meaningful. The meaning here is that only when you get real happiness can you have experience. Otherwise, as Nietzsche said, life is nothing, and it must be completed by madness. At this moment, what I really want to do is to go on, and what I really have is happiness.
In the early morning, the car galloped along the river in Vietnam, and the plum blossoms on the side were blooming brightly. Click, naughty birds scattered flowers all over the floor, and bees were busy running for their lives. Only the daughter-in-law in that village is laughing. Her hair is fluffy, so she probably didn't get up early to comb it. When I smile, the picture is beautiful, with two dimples on my face and a sleeping child tied to my back. The hoe on my shoulder seems to be playing a piece of music with a child's head. There are some corn seeds in the daughter-in-law's basket, and there is a little boy with a runny nose behind him, as if holding something in his hand. The woman saw a man driving a cow, silently gave him something, said something, and the man went home. "Kannika nimtragol, you plant with your children first, and I will come later." Daughter-in-law: "OK, you go and come back soon."
A woman picked up a hoe and dug a hole. The little boy put the seeds in the pit and then returned to the soil. Soon, the child on his back woke up, and the woman directed the little boy to spread out a piece of plastic cloth, take off the clothes on the child and put them there to do. The child seems to understand his mother's words, and he doesn't cry or make trouble. He quietly watches the ants moving earthworms.
Running water can also be a small fish. The breeze came, and the sand brought back squeezed into the child's eyes and made a loud noise, trying to attract his mother just for this breast milk.
The sun is high, the man just came back, the husband and wife are whispering, the little boy simply sang a song, the sitting child was picked up by his father, the child was resisting, crying and calling his mother. The man left the woman, and her eyes were helpless. Before the woman could speak, the man hurried home again. "Forget it, daughter-in-law, boss, second child, third child, fourth child, fifth child and sixth child have to eat and go to school, so let him go." The woman knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. Tears can wet the ground and corn can germinate. The little boy just picked up the cloth and ran after his father.
The car was still running, but it began to rain, bouncing off the flying sand and turning the field green. There are no more people who lift hoes, bend over to sow seeds and sit on plastic sheets. The rain blurred their eyes.
Morning Essay 8 It's a little cloudy today, but I'm sunny. But I got up a little late today, and it was past seven when I left the dormitory.
Out of the dormitory door, I walked on Qingshi Road for more than two years. As usual, I looked in such a hurry that I passed a few familiar strangers.
At the end of the classroom, I stopped. Suddenly I felt that this seemingly ordinary morning was a little special, but I couldn't say anything special at the moment. This is just a strange feeling. I took out my cell phone in my pocket and planned to take a photo and write down this strange morning. After I took out my mobile phone, I remembered that my smart phone had already been replaced by myself, and the two mobile phones in my pocket were as old as myself.
I put down my schoolbag, sat on the steps and looked around quietly. Looking at it, I remembered some dreams I had last night, dreaming that I was going to graduate soon, dreaming that I was in class but there was no light, dreaming that I was eating with my classmates but I just didn't have enough to eat, dreaming that I was waiting for someone, but I couldn't get in touch, and one dream after another was chaotic, but in the end I left regrets in an orderly way.
At this time, I was secretly glad. Fortunately, this is just a dream. Fortunately, I still have a long way to go before graduation. Fortunately, I can eat enough. Fortunately, I want to turn on a light in class.
I have no reason to delay anything in order to dream and leave no regrets. Youth can be spent, but not all.
I looked at the fading morning light and smiled. I stood up, picked up the backpack on the steps and carried it on my shoulder, and continued to dream.
When I got to the classroom, I realized that this morning was special because of that meeting.
Early morning essay 9 in the drizzle, mysterious folk music came from the nearby house, just like a broken bead, which seemed to be calling something. The wind chimes on the eaves make a crisp sound in the breeze, which is far away, near and sparse, as ethereal as the ancient city at this time, and it is difficult to penetrate the mystery. Countless people have described the ancient city of Dukezong, but no matter what kind of words, it is difficult to uncover its mystery!
However, most people who have been to the ancient city like the ancient city at night, but I don't. The ancient city at night is beautiful, but I wonder if you have noticed that the ancient city in the morning has a unique flavor. In the early morning, when I walked into the misty ancient city, there was a cool breeze blowing head-on, moist and slippery, like a gentle kiss.
With the gentle wind coming to the ancient well, I watched the water vapor curling up from the water, like a dancer's skirt on a string and like a ribbon pulled out of the ground. The wet water vapor slowly rises, slowly immerses into the body, awakens the deep water lily, and the petals unfold one by one. In a short time, a lotus full of dew blooms in the bottom of my heart. The calm water in the past is now playing with the quite active Zhu Xiaoyu. Tinkling raindrops stir the water surface, tracing ripples in circles, and overlapping raindrops overflow overlapping waves, and then it is over, just like you face the sea and let the waves play with your feet.
In the quiet snoring of the ancient city, a person walks in the drizzle like a gauze curtain, stepping on the ancient bluestone board with his feet, and reading the vicissitudes of history through its smooth back. In the middle of the stone steps polished by horseshoes, there is a deeply sunken hoofprint. Bend down, put your ear gently on the hoofprint, close your eyes and listen quietly. You can hear the bell that crosses time and space-the bell that once ignited the hope of the ancient city. Under the Mani stone engraved with Tibetan language, a small yellow flower tried its best to poke its thin head out of the gap and stood stubbornly, preferring to be exposed to the sun and rain, but also witnessing the little drops of the ancient city until the last moment of life.
The barrel in front of the neighbor's house is full of mountain flowers picked yesterday. They are surrounded and curious about everything around them. The pink petals are covered with small raindrops. From a distance, a piece of powder blooms in the mist, just like the blush on a girl's face, which is very lovely. Tilting pots under the flowers poured down from above, like silver bracelets worn by Tibetan girls on their wrists, so bright and delicate, and finally the ticking on the slate was like babbling in the ancient city.
The willows on the hillside opposite the house have been nourished by fresh rain all night and have sprouted many new buds. The air is full of their unique fresh body fragrance. The newly curled leaves are dancing lightly under the light wind of silver raindrops, so that you can't consciously lower your breath, for fear that a little louder will break the light wings of the new leaves. At this time, they threw a string of silvery whispers at me: close your eyes, take a breath slowly, and then.
Turning around and looking back, I saw that tortuous stone road disappeared in a corner of the Tibetan ancient house. In the distance, there were brisk footsteps and the unique hearty laughter of Tibetans. This laughter awakened the ancient city in my dream. It woke up, and suddenly the whole town was boiling and a new day was born.
Early morning essay 10 Early in the morning, I walked into nature, stepped on dew, breathed fresh air, and walked slowly forward. Exercise your bones and muscles to make your body stronger and more beautiful. I started doing aerobic exercise, doing familiar movements, and then stopped exercising. Breathe gently and kiss the gentle wind. I feel beautiful in the morning, the air is fresh and the flowers are beautiful and fragrant. With gentle steps, I enjoy the beauty of nature and the beauty endowed by flowers. At this time, it seems to have turned into a flower, blooming intoxicated in the world of flowers. Good morning, you are my childhood, my love, my dream and my spiritual shrine. Good morning, you are as beautiful, warm and pure as your childhood.
Unique me, unique lifestyle. I like walking in the morning. I am writing about my past life. If I am not perfect, I will use words to supplement my disability. Words have left my life and become my friends. In order to change my direction, my outlook on life is almost a part of my life. It is also my hobby and habit, and I keep moving forward. Write about people's kindness and courage, do what you like in your spare time, like words, and like reading, writing and writing like this.
Read and read, read that friends are tired and live in resentment. What I read from her life is always dissatisfaction with life, which means too much greed and ignorance of the mystery and profound truth of learning. For learning, it is blank and occupied by money. Such people will not be happy no matter how hard they try. No matter how much money they have, they will be sad. They can't see clearly the importance of study. They are always shouting and swearing. They always teach others a lesson. They are dissatisfied with others, and they have great resentment and aggression in their hearts, which will lead to her language being so ugly.
Therefore, knowledge can give people strength, change people's ability, and teach people how to live and be a man. Don't underestimate those tadpoles, especially women should know how to be the head of the family, and don't spoil their husbands to dominate the world. It is a blessing for my husband to have a good wife at home. Women should not exaggerate and make a fuss about some things. Women should read more books and be gentle and kind. An imperfect life should use knowledge to repair defects. Words are like a river flowing slowly. Learn to let it flow smoothly through your heart, slowly clear and transparent, and flow far away. Look at that river, it's a heart river. Quietly and slowly flowing, that is the source of life, that is the beauty in the heart, that is the spread of words, the continuation of life, such as the clear river flowing to the harbor in the heart.