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I am sixteen years old, an age with colorful dreams, but with lingering faint sadness. Looking at the lonely geese flying south, there is a kind of melancholy of "helpless flowers falling"; Seeing the maple leaves turn red, there is a kind of worry that "the cutting has not stopped, and the reason is still chaotic". The door of happiness in life always shuts me out, wandering alone, feeling sorry for myself.
Every time I read a dream of red mansions, I always cry for a poem by teacher Lin, Burying Flowers, and feel sick. "Today, the undertaker smiled, and tomorrow we will know who it is." What a tragic tone, which makes me feel dejected. Daiyu, Daiyu, are you so lonely? Haven't you opened the door to happiness in life? I always thought so.
Until one day, I met Jane Eyre and everything changed. Jane Eyre, she is ordinary, humble, short and ugly, but she lives happily and colorful. She was angry at the injustice of life since she was a child. She has ideals and pursuits, and she longs for beauty. She is loyal to love and never gives up ... I think she must have opened the door to happiness, so she has so many beliefs and so persistent pursuit. Then, I thought of Daiyu again. Compared with Jane Eyre, she is beautiful and talented, but she is always complaining. She doesn't have the courage to open the door to happiness. If she has the courage to open it, she will live a wonderful life.
I see, so I also tried to open the door. When I reached out to touch it, it creaked open. Ah, the door is actually open, but I have never had the courage to open it.
From then on, I began to live a happy life. When I see birds flying obliquely in the sky, I have a feeling of "bringing poetry to the blue sky" Seeing the withered vegetation reminds me that "wildfires will not completely devour them, but they will be tall again in the spring breeze". I got rid of my sister Lin and made good friends with Jane Eyre, which opened the door to happiness. I'm so happy.
Friend, are you also bound by the locked brows, sour tears, wandering footsteps and heartbroken bitter wine in life, afraid to open the door to happiness in life? Take courage, believe me, the door is actually open. At this moment, I am walking in a beautiful time, happy as a song, singing in my heart! I am willing to share with you! Oh, the door is actually open!
The door is actually open.
Hope, blowing the spirit of dreams; Hope, raise the banner of desire; Hope opens the door to hope.
Hope, what a sunny word; Hope, what a beautiful word; Hope, what a magical word; It, a wise man, gave us a key to open the door of hope!
Everyone has his own wish and expects to realize it. But when we ordinary people are close to our respective wish doors, we often see the doors locked and the heavy chains threatening you. So, some people avoid it and don't want to face it. They all thought the door was closed. The door is actually open!
Remember Beethoven? Remember Helen Keller? Remember Hawking? Beethoven is a musician. What do musicians need most? Yes, it was a sound hearing, but he lost it. At that time, he must have been heartbroken, but he still raised his strong hands and pushed open the door of his concert hall, because he had hope, hoping to let him step into that door, hoping to get up the courage to push open the door that was actually open! What about Helen Keller? A blind, deaf and dumb person, she is miserable enough and compassionate enough, but she never feels miserable. On the contrary, she loves life and lives actively. Although her ears were full of silence and her eyes were full of darkness, she groped and found her own door of hope. With a gentle push, the door slowly opened. Wow, the door is open! Where's Hawking? He is a vegetable, and all other organs are still except his head. Didn't he realize his ideal by hope? Didn't he still open his own door of hope? The door is actually open!
Dear friends, there should be nothing more miserable among us than Beethoven, Helen Keller and Hawking, because we live in the sun, bathe in rain and dew and grow up happily. Can't we compete with them? I believe we can do it. As long as we bravely push open our door of hope and step into it, there will be a second Beethoven, Helen Keller and Hawking among us. Believe in yourself, I can do it!
Friends, let me tell you a little secret: the door of hope is actually open!
The door is actually open.
Through the narrow doorway, the light of MSI squeezed out the light and reflected on my face. I hesitated, and my outstretched hand froze completely in the air. For a long time, I stood in front of the resplendent and magnificent museum of literature. ...
Once upon a time, I was obsessed with literature, but I couldn't go deep into literature and explore endless mysteries.
When Li Bai took my hand and walked on Tianmu Mountain;
When Du Fu accompanied me, he roared at the top of Mount Tai.
When Li Yian asked me to sit in her boat and fight for it;
When Cao Mengde looked at the sea and wrote down his life ambition,
How many times have I consulted and asked, "How to publicize this door of literature and when can I visit this palace of literature?"
How many times the answer always goes with the flow, I have neither direction nor reason. In the end, I'm still wandering, not knowing where to go. ...
When jonathan swift invited me to travel with him;
When Defoe made me feel Robinson's drift;
When Charlotte Brontexq asked me to explain Jane Eyre;
When ostrovsky gave me Paul's courage,
I can't help asking them the same question a thousand times: "Why can't I open the door of the literature museum, why can't I walk in?" Still, the pale gauze was silent and there was no news.
I'm at a loss, and what I've worked so hard for is a speechless wandering? why ...
I once again came to the door of the literary palace, quietly looking forward to the world in the door, I don't want to give up, I must enter the mysterious world!
I moved my frozen hand and gently touched the warm and soft door. Not as harsh and indifferent as I thought, I became more confident. When my fingers transmitted power to the door, my face was suddenly reflected by dazzling light, and the oncoming fragrance was refreshing, warm and romantic.
I am glad that my light touch has opened the door that has blocked me for a long time. It suddenly dawned on me that the door was actually open.
I tried my best to wander in the literary palace, then I came to Tianmu Mountain where I met Li Bai, and then I went to the desert island where Robinson lived ... I regretted my timidity, but when I stood in front of the open door, I was still at a loss. Now that I think about it, I can't help laughing.
I can't finish throwing acacia blood and tears, red beans and spring flowers. Standing in front of the open door, all we can do is try our best to push or knock. When the door opens, the world will become clear. Just like me, the last push will let me enter a brand new world and make me a brand new myself.
The door is actually open.
Seventeen, is it the flower season? Is it rainy season now? The gate of youth is just ahead!
confused
It's me in the middle of the night, wrapped in deep autumn, and I can't find my way. Entering the third grade, my grades are not as good as before. I always lick the wound carefully and comfort myself that it was just an accident. There were many accidents this time, and I gradually broke through my inner bottom line. I began to doubt, to escape, and to hide myself in dreams. In front of me is a heavy door of youth, like a black curtain, which covers me in the endless night. My light, where are you? How can I feel your breath? Knock on the door of youth!
wake up
On summer nights, the sound of frogs chirping in my ear makes it difficult for me to sleep. When I got dressed, I found a shining elf by the door. Ah, it's fireflies! I looked at this little guy carefully and found that he was flapping his wings and wanted to fly out of the door. I smiled. This door is closed, so why did you fly out? I waited for the little creature to get tired of flying and give up hope, but at that moment, I was shocked. A golden figure passed through the crack of the door and then crossed a brilliant arc in the night sky. A weak firefly can cross the obstacle. Why can't I? I have never worked hard. How can I cross the gate of youth?
knock
Yes, I can't hide anymore. Pick up the fragments of dreams and throw them at yesterday. The door is actually open, but the process of discovery is deadlocked. I raise the sail of hope and sail in the long river of knowledge. Qian Fan Sai, all the ships are moving at full speed, and I am moving towards my golden coordinates. "Before you dig for gold, you need to do a lot of hard work to blow away the crazy sand." When I suddenly look back with impressive achievements, I find that the door of youth is behind me, and I am bathed in love and hope.
Friend, don't hesitate, the door of youth is actually open. Get out of the shackles of the soul and knock with passion, and your life will dance lightly!
The door is actually open.
The wheel of memory is spinning rapidly, looking for the past. Close your eyes, remember, the past is like smoke; Freeze, play, unforgettable.
Frustrated by the exam, I feel depressed. A Saturday. My mother said to go to Lingshan to worship Buddha and pray for Buddha to bless me to study every day. I didn't intend to go, but the thought of the exam made me feel uncomfortable. I also want to go to worship the Buddha, hoping that the Buddha can appear.
It is raining. After a long bumpy ride, I finally arrived at the station. The rain is thin and dense, just like my mood. My mother took my hand and was cheerful and resolute. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she was in a hurry to buy incense and ignored me. So I wandered around aimlessly. This should belong to a temple, a low house, simple and elegant. There is an endless stream of tourists in the temple. Looking around, there is a Buddha statue, smiling happily, and people keep touching its body, hoping to get blessings.
I lowered my head and kicked the water on the ground. My heart became more and more wronged, so I turned and ran into the lobby, kneeling on my knees, palms together, closing my eyes, praying and kowtowing three times. After the ceremony, I stood up and walked to the patio.
There is nothing to miss. I was walking all the time when I suddenly found a small door embedded in the wall not far away. The door is short and the red paint has begun to peel off. It's probably been a few years. The door bolt is rusty, but the door chain looks conspicuous, shiny and intertwined, and I wish I could plug the whole door. I pulled out my hands from my trouser pocket and tried to push them, but they stopped in mid-air. It is locked. I think so. Put your hands back in your pockets. Standing in front of the door, I stared at the door and was about to turn away when a nun appeared in front of me.
"Why not give it a try?" She asked with a smile.
"There is nothing to try." I walked with a straight face.
"Who said it must be locked?" So I turned and walked back, staring blankly at her, and she smiled and nodded, gesturing for me to start work. I slowly pulled out my hand and gave a rough facade a hard push. The door chain slides neatly. In addition, the light came in and there was a green vegetable field in front of us. "Crossing this threshold, the plain will be displayed." She patted me on the shoulder and walked away.
It turns out that the feeling of being suddenly enlightened is happy. When I received a ray of light in a dark corner, I found that the door was open and the sun was shining outside!
The door is actually open.
Dwelling in the corner of the classroom, listening to the stress analysis of the physics teacher in an orderly way, helplessly looking at his watch and counting the class time. Students around me stood up to answer questions-either because of their excellent grades or because of their poor foundation.
Only I have been sitting. I was inadvertently locked in the corner of the teacher's heart, and there was a lock on the iron gate.
After class, I heard the students get together and chat. I heard my classmates praise a beautiful girl's new skirt, and I heard people with bad looks fighting for nicknames.
Only I have been quiet. Inadvertently locked in a corner of my classmates' hearts, there is a lock on the iron gate.
So, I gradually learned to enjoy life without dialogue. I will look up at the sky before going to bed and tell myself that the stars are as lonely as me; I will fill my wardrobe with black, and then tell myself that the pink, pink and willow green that only come in spring don't belong to me.
The art festival came to the campus with the spring. There was a poetry recitation performance in our class, and the representative of the Chinese class next door strongly encouraged me to participate, claiming that I had found a poem that was very suitable for me.
I didn't want to, but I read this little poem curiously:
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
I don't know why, but I was really attracted by it and accepted it gladly.
After that, it's hard work. Speech speed, pronunciation and intonation; Eyes, smiles, gestures. again and again
On the day of the performance, I took off my black clothes for the first time at the suggestion of the Chinese class representative.
Standing on the high stage, I watched the students wearing bright spring clothes, which set off the pink and willow green outside the window, warm and clear. It suddenly occurred to me that black is not the only one that belongs to me. So I smiled, and the corners of my mouth had the radian of a new moon.
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
Applause sounded. I can clearly see the face of the Chinese class representative, and every teacher and classmate has a smile on his face.
It turns out that many locks don't exist.
In this prolonged applause, I realized that the door was actually open.
The door is actually open.
"Knock on the door, old class." The students hid behind the wall, pressing their voices anxiously. I stood at the door, hesitating.
Today, the teacher was furious with the students in the class. After an unprovoked storm, the students decided to make suggestions to the teacher. However, when they voted to decide who to send as their representative, dozens of fingers pointed at me, which really puzzled me. Students' trust and flattery poured in. As an old class, I have to obey, because public opinion is hard to go against.
At the gate of the office, the student escort was terminated. Like fur seals, they shrink back when the storm comes, hide behind the wall, only lean out their heads, winking at me from time to time and casting trusting eyes.
The door was unlocked, and a few dim rays of light came through the crack. I reached for the door and stopped two centimeters away. An inexplicable fear arises spontaneously and slowly devours my heart. I retracted my hand and turned to see my classmates.
Some people sighed deeply, some shook their heads, some waved and cheered at me, and some people gave me a trusting look, mixed with admiration and admiration. At this time, a little thing began to emerge in my mind.
I was very young that year. My mother became grumpy because of her busy work, and often scolded me or even hit me for a little thing. I am very helpless and angry. Finally, one day, I got up the courage to open the door left unlocked by my mother ... At that time, I was fearless and simple, and the face-to-face conversation with my mother made our hearts close. ...
Thought of here, I suddenly realized. Am I still the simple and fearless me? Looking at the rich and changeable expressions of my classmates, my confidence in my heart keeps expanding like a balloon.
I took a deep breath. Through the crack of the door, a ray of fresh air emerged. Give my classmates a smile. I reached out and knocked on the door several times, only to hear the teacher's gentle voice: "Come in, the door is open!" " "I calmly walked into the office and looked at the eyes behind the wall. I am worried, afraid and encouraged. They are intertwined like assorted sweets and sent to me continuously. I touched the door that was actually open and started talking to the teacher. ...
Although it is only ten minutes, it seems like centuries have passed. I went through the actually open door, walked into the teacher's heart and had a heart-to-heart communication with the teacher.
"DuDu", the knock on the door rang again. My teacher and I smiled at each other and said together, "The door is actually open!" "
The door is actually open.
A cold war is over, and the air is still filled with smoke.
I was lying alone on the windowsill, my mind was blank, and I didn't know what I was thinking.
How long has this life been like this? I asked myself. Since junior high school, yes, it has been three years. I forged a door in my heart and sealed myself tightly.
Looking back on the scene just now, I have some unspeakable grievances. Why don't they understand? I need to be quiet. Outside, they are still nagging, which is really unbearable. Anger burns in my heart. I opened the window as much as possible, hoping that the wind would put out the fire.
Outside, it still looks like two flies, no! It's two groups of flies, buzzing all the time. I clenched my fist and said to myself, "there is a limit to people's patience." Say that finish, I rushed to the door, opened the door and glared at them. They were not afraid, but still echoed each other. I closed the door. Open the drawer, take out the MP3 player, plug in the earphone, sit in the rocking chair, isolate the noise and enjoy the music quietly.
The wind blew me comfortably, and I thought about what just happened, yes! When I grow up, I long for freedom, just like a chick longs for the blue sky. Therefore, I am impudently naughty. They were absent-minded when talking to me. I am indifferent to many teachings. I always thought that I would go my own way and have nothing to do with others.
So, I turned over the room they cleaned up, and I was secretly happy. This is my room. I like it.
So, I refused the breakfast they carefully prepared for me, and I was secretly happy. This is my freedom, so I won't eat it.
I think I have been advancing with the times, and now independence is popular, so I can't fall behind. So I let go of my little hand clutching their skirts, and that naughty and naive smiling face disappeared. ...
What is the reason for all this? I stood up and let the wind blow my hair wildly. I don't know why, but a force in my heart reminded me that I should wake up. I didn't refuse the thoroughness of that moment.
I opened the door, and outside was my mother's long-lost smiling face.
I opened the door, and outside was my father's expectant eyes.
Everything is so familiar and so strange. I am confused and want to catch that feeling, oh! Actually, the door is open. The door in my heart has been open, and now I find it.
I regret, regret my rebellion, regret my willfulness. So I opened my heart as wide as possible so that people inside and outside could see through each other. I laughed! Parents laughed! The whole world laughed!
The door is actually open.
Duo lost sleep again tonight.
Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, Duo thought: When can I have that watch that shines like a star, so that I can show it off in front of the girl who always laughs at her and looks up to him as a man? Thought of here, blossoming smile, corners of the mouth slightly up, as if to see the girl drooping head, showing envious eyes. But then the bright eyes dimmed: family conditions did not allow her to do so, and her father's tired eyes and her mother's old face upset her. She has no choice but to blame herself for her poor birth.
The next day, Duo quarreled with his father, which was very fierce. I only heard how much I belittled his father and even suspected that he was not their own daughter. Back in my room, I didn't know why I did it, but I thought of my father's trembling lips and my mother's tearful persuasion. I felt burning handprints on my face and cried, but I don't know why.
In the evening, my mother caressed the hair of blossoming and told the truth: Dad was unemployed, but for the sake of blossoming and his family, he did not hesitate to work as a docker, sleeping in the wind and sleeping at night. Blossom was shocked, and the tears of Dou Da flowed down unscrupulously, wetting his favorite skirt. I decided to apologize to my father.
It turned out that the room was full of people and the door was blocked by an outdated old curtain. However, according to what was said at that time, when the daughter grew up, she should also take care of her face. She can't do everything casually, so she installed two doors, one in front of Duo and the other in front of her parents. Now it seems that these two doors are still emitting faint white light due to long-term cleaning, which shines brightly on many faces.
What should I say? How distressed. Will he forgive me? Hesitated for a while, but now he hates this troubled door.
Get your hands close! Hold your hands! How sweaty your hands are. The door won't be locked, will it? Duo is still wandering. If he doesn't appreciate it, wouldn't I be asking for trouble? More slowly retracted his hand. However, putting things off is always not the way, you have to face it. Take a deep breath, whether you like it or not, grab the handle and twist it hard. Unexpectedly, the door creaked open. I looked up in surprise. It was my father's tearful eyes. The flower shed tears again, but at the moment, she smiled again and her mouth rose again.
In fact, the same is true in life. There are countless such doors, which seem to be obstacles, but they can test people's courage best. In fact, the door is always open, but it lacks a brave step.
The door is actually open.
The home is very quiet, only the clock on the wall is walking tirelessly. Tomorrow's mid-term exam, my father is on a business trip, my mother is on the night shift, leaving me alone to read at home.
From time to time, an enviable picture emerges in front of my eyes: my friend Xiaolin's parents are circling around her. One minute she served a cup of hot milk, and the next minute she fanned her with a fan. My heart is full of anger, my parents don't love me at all, knowing that I am going to take the senior high school entrance examination, and I am still busy with my work. I threw down my book angrily and got into the quilt.
"Knock, knock, knock", a quick knock. Is it mom? I am secretly happy. I opened the door and saw that it was my mother. "Macey, bring my mother's key. It slipped my mind. Come on. " A sense of loss flooded my mind. I had hoped that my mother would look at me, but she … I feebly put the key in my mother's hand and continued to get into the quilt.
Before long, the knock on the door rang again. Mom must have come back to see me! I hurried to open the door, but my mother stood outside the door and didn't come in. She just said, "It looks like rain. Bring me an umbrella." It's not just the general taste. After my mother left, I slammed the door and went away, and tears poured down like pouring rain.
I called Kobayashi's family: "Kobayashi, you are so comfortable. Mom and dad are so kind to you. I ... "I choked up. "Macey, what's the matter with you?" "My father was on a business trip, my mother worked the night shift and came back twice to get things. Not a word of comfort. Don't they love me? " "Don't talk nonsense, how is it possible, in fact, your mother loves you. She came back to get something as an excuse to see you. My mother used to be like this. Don't worry. "
Put the phone down, I quietly thought about what Xiao Lin said, and what she said made sense. But why doesn't my mother come into the house? Oh, forget it, go to sleep, but don't stay up late.
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door again. who is it? I thought, how can this person disturb others' dreams? I opened the door and it was my mother again. "Macey, I forgot to tell you that breakfast is ready tomorrow. It's in the refrigerator. I'll heat it up before eating in the morning. Go to sleep, I won't bother you. "
My mother disappeared into the night and I stared blankly. I don't know when, tears flow down again. I was wrong about my mother, but in fact she loves me.
The door was actually open, but I forgot to push it.