Everyone has an acre of land in his heart, which contains deep maternal love.
The north wind blows wantonly, and the branches have succumbed to the wind, letting it blow wantonly and sway at will. The cold wind blew hard and my cheeks hurt like a knife.
I walked out of the school gate with great expectation, hoping that my mother would wait for me at the door as soon as possible, so that I could quickly escape from this cold place. But my mood immediately fell to the bottom. Even if I can't see you, I can't see you. I had to wait for my mother's arrival in dismay. I waited anxiously for my mother in this cold weather, and my feet were numb with cold; I lost consciousness. I kept blowing air to keep warm, and my feet kept pacing. I looked at the weather and thought, is it hard for my mother to come with such a strong wind, right? This should be a pleasant trip to school, right?
I looked at the road ahead from time to time, and finally dawn came. I finally saw my mother's figure. When my mother came to see me, she saw that my face was red with cold, so she immediately took off her scarf and tied it on me. This may be the warmest moment in everyone's heart. On the way home, it's against the wind, so it's more difficult, but the wind on my face is also very cold and painful.
On the way, I didn't feel very cold. I thought it was because my mother tied a scarf for me that I didn't feel so cold. I accidentally pulled my hand out of my sleeve, and my hand felt the cold outside. I immediately back, "yi? Why can't I feel the wind? " I reached out my hand and pulled it back, feeling that this nature is amazing. Think about it carefully, because this is my mother sheltering me from the wind in front! "How cold should it be? Why doesn't mom bring an extra scarf? Hey! Really! " Along the way, my mother didn't complain about the bad weather, but silently endured it. This may be the maternal love that everyone feels. It is an acre of land in everyone's heart.
In order to protect their children from the wind, mothers prefer to freeze themselves and keep their children warm. They would rather use their bodies to make a wind umbrella. This may be an acre of land in everyone's heart.
Chapter two: The narrative composition of An acre of land in my heart.
Since childhood, you have always been the most important part of my life, and deep feelings have been deposited in my heart for a long time. What happened not long ago made my feelings flood into my heart. ...
That man is my father. He is the person I was most afraid of since I was a child. He is so majestic that I always dare not go near him, so I have a lot to say to you, but these words converge into a river like a stream in my heart, and an acre of land is like the sediment in a big river. Those words are really like an acre of land in my heart, and those feelings are growing like crops in the field. After that, an acre of land in my heart was finally harvested.
That day, I was sick. I was at school, and my father came regardless of work. When my father received me, he quickly took me to the clinic, and the doctor asked me to make a transfusion bottle.
What impressed me most was my father's eyes. Father's eyes are worried, nervous and kind. When I was in the infusion bottle, my father's eyes were fixed on the medicine bottle from time to time. When I hung the infusion bag or bottle, my father hardly moved and stayed with me. My heart is full of incomparable warmth. I have been staring at my father's hand. His hands are rough, without a trace of redness, and his blood vessels are clearly visible. There are countless calluses on the palm of your hand, new skins on your hands, and boring old skins. Looking at this hand that has suffered for fifty years, the feelings in my heart come to mind.
Looking at my father patiently accompanying me, something overflowed in my heart, but ...
I remember that I fell asleep for a few hours when I hung the infusion bag or bottle. When I woke up, my father was still there, still with rough hands and kindness instead of staring at the eyes of the medicine bottle. When I saw that the medicine bottle had been changed twice, I knew that my father had been with me and watching me. I want to tell him more and more in my heart. After waking up, I finally couldn't help telling my father the secret in my heart.
"Dad, you were laborious. You are too tired. Go home and rest. Dad, I love you. It's good to have you ... "
Dad's bloodshot eyes shed colorless tears, which made my eyes moist. ...
I have an acre of land in my heart, which is my feelings for my father, unchanging feelings. There is a diligent cultivator in my acre of land, and that is my father, my forever father!
Chapter three: The narrative composition of An acre of land in my heart.
In my hometown, many farmers make a living by farming. Some people have many races and gain a lot; Some people have fewer races, but they get less. Some people have one acre, others have two acres ... or more. And I also have an acre of land in my heart
Everyone has his own acre of land, planting flowers and trees in spring and autumn. In the cycle of life, we have been trying to recall the beauty of the past and consider the times that have not yet arrived.
Everyone is looking for the so-called true happiness. Too much greed causes trouble, and the best home will always be by your side. You ignore the casual passage, open the tightly locked ventricle, see clearly and let go of your greed, and untie the shackles in your heart. Win or lose, the outcome is unpredictable. Everyone has to face many things and feel too much. Ups and downs, for their own performance, go forward, can't stop, help each other.
Even if there is, even if there is, it won't last long. Don't insist, don't believe, don't take it seriously. Trouble and sadness will dissipate with the wind. In the world of mortals, you will be infatuated with each other, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble in a blink of an eye. Put aside all this and embrace everything with a tolerant heart.
Wild geese and birds fly freely in the sky, and they have to chase south when their wings are broken. There is hope to follow them all the way, and dreams are really the most beautiful. I am happy because of your smiling face; I am distressed because you shed tears; I was moved by the kindness of the earth. Let life become eternal wisdom. In the process of youth, you can't avoid many unspeakable troubles and joys and sorrows. In zero years, I can't avoid many doubts, many efforts and many failures. When I fall unconsciously, you will help me up slowly.
Life is like sowing, and what you give will be rewarded. In a hurry, the years are inevitably bitter and sweet. Let go of all fame and fortune, work hard, pursue the ideals and beliefs in your heart, happiness is just around the corner, and look at the world with a normal heart. What you lose is what you get, so you should face it calmly and accept the reality.
In everyone's mind, flowers and trees are planted in spring and autumn.
Chapter four: The narrative composition of An acre of land in my heart.
Writer San Mao said: "Everyone has an acre of land in his heart, what to plant with it, peach and plum spring breeze, pear flowers come again." I also planted a few seeds in the mu of land in my heart.
I planted borage in my heart, the flower of courage. I remember I was so timid and had no courage. In my previous school, the teacher asked people to answer questions, but it was shameful not to ask, which made me answer questions almost zero times, and I buried my head in the textbook every time I answered questions. But after meeting Mr. Li, the flower of courage gradually bloomed. Teacher Li's words won't bore us. We don't have to raise our hands, we can answer questions and express our opinions freely. Errors are common, but they won't be embarrassing, which makes me full of courage.
I planted lilies in my heart-persistent flowers. I am a person who only works for three minutes. I always have a perfect plan before doing anything. I'm always serious at the beginning, and when I get to the back, I either give up or anticlimactic and get things done. I will try my best to make this persistent flower bloom her beauty. So I can't just talk about things, and I can't find reasons to give up when things happen, so I can have this persistent flower.
I planted camellia in my heart-the flower of humility. "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind." Modesty is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Before, I didn't understand that the truth that "there are people outside, there are days behind" is always arbitrary and out of state. There are too many people better than me. Only by studying constantly, working hard and learning modestly can I get this modest flower.
The acre of land in my heart is full of all kinds of flowers. If you want them to produce beautiful flowers, you must work hard.
Chapter five: The narrative composition of An acre of land in my heart.
Everyone has his own acre of land in his heart, which is a paradise and a state of mind. We sow happiness in this small land.
This kind of belief, not everything in this world can be explained, people always wander between confusion and distress. Faith is a sacred and noble force. It is the holy water that purifies the soul. If we are true to our beliefs, our minds will become clearer and clearer, and we can see through ourselves more clearly. The piety of faith will spur us forward. When you feel powerless in the face of confusion, find a belief and use it to explain everything.
When we plant our dreams, we don't have to worry about the future, because we already have a direction in our hearts. As long as we work hard, our dreams are not so far away. We are still young. Isn't it a pity to say those heavy futures? The seeds in our hearts are growing slowly. What we need to do is to absorb nutrients desperately. After years of suffering and the baptism of time, when it breaks through the ground, our dream will become a vast land.
When you plant hope, everything has two sides, and the shadow behind the sun is often the darkest. However, some people only see this shadow, but ignore the sun that has been in front of them. Life is bound to have setbacks. One day I will ride the wind and waves. If you want to have a good attitude and ride the wind and waves, many celebrities have experienced ups and downs in their achievements. What people need to overcome most is themselves. Don't bury your hope in the ground, cover the sun with your own hands.
The field in the painter's mind is the studio, and when the pen is dancing on the canvas, it will feel extremely carefree; Tian is a pair of headphones in the singer's heart. When the crisp notes flowed into his ears, his restless heart became silent. The field in the speaker's mind is a book. When the truth of the world surfaced, society became more detailed. ...
What we can sow in the field of our hearts depends on ourselves. Rain and dew are water, years are food, and we have a broad future.
Chapter six: The narrative composition of An acre of land in my heart.
It's raining outside, drizzling and breezy. I can't feel the rain dripping on my body, the weather is getting cold, and my clothes are wet by rain beads. I recall the past in the rain, and I can't help crying when I think of an acre of land in my heart.
Rainy days are the easiest time to remind me of sad things. Let me deeply moved, think of parting friends, my heart hurts, and the rain makes the world more blurred.
Every time I think of my best friend, I feel very painful. I still remember that my best friend and I go to school together, play together and chat together every day … but now he doesn't go to school with me, but plays together. After he transferred to another school, I missed him very much, so whenever I think of him, I always feel sad. When I think of the good times we spent together, and we walked side by side in the street, I will fall into deep memories.
I remember in the past, after school, we went to the playground to play ball together. There is always our surprise laughter on the playground. When we are tired of playing, we lie on the lawn and watch the sun go down. We talked about the horizon and enjoyed the beautiful scenery, which made me happy every day. I have problems in my studies, and he always explains them to me seriously. My grades are gradually rising with the joint efforts of both of us, and we are all very happy. Whenever I fail in the exam, I will cry alone and feel sad. He will sit next to me, comfort me and help me find out why I didn't do well in the exam. In this way, our relationship is getting better and better. But now I am the only lonely figure on the playground ... He left here and went to other places. Every time I think of him, a trace of coolness penetrates my body completely.
Now we keep in touch. Although we are separated from Wan Li, our hearts will always be together. I once believed that time would kill everything. Now I believe that our friendship will not change. In my heart, forever.
The past is in a hurry and I don't want to mention it again. Talking too much will only make you sad. I just want to see my long-lost good friend as soon as possible.
This matter has always been in my heart.
Chapter seven: the narrative composition of an acre of land in my heart.
There will always be a place like that in the depths of our hearts. Engraved our growth footprints, cherished our unknown secrets, and nurtured our growth beliefs. It bears our joys and sorrows and records our unforgettable past.
Time has cast a new veil on the acre of land deep in our hearts, giving birth to new life, and also giving birth to new life to the originally dry acre of land; Full of energy, however, all this has been achieved through our countless efforts. In the process of cultivating him, we need to pay a lot, but no amount of effort is worth it.
The more we give, the more we get. However, if we are afraid of difficulties and hardships during this period, we will shrink back when we encounter a little wind and rain, then we will accomplish nothing. Not only can't even get a little fruit. Even the acre of land deep in our hearts will become a wasteland. If we regret it then, it will be too late.
Of course, we have to choose the seeds suitable for him, otherwise no matter how hard we try, there will be no good results. We should communicate more with the mu of land in our hearts and gradually realize what seeds are most suitable for him and his cultivation. Even so,
There were traces of that song on campus, and it was only after Ye Fei's son that I realized that it was not enough. I hurried back on the way, only to find that you have been accompanying me. Just as the monsoon was blowing, my heart began to tremble. Please cherish it again and accept my heart. Open the place full of dreams in your heart, and you will find that you can break through the barriers of life, spread your happy wings to the sky and the ocean, and let your hopes and dreams fly. Blow your sadness down like the wind, let the light rain moisten your dry heart and fall in the warm sky like rain. You will find that the world is still full of light.
Life is like sowing, a hard work and a harvest. In a hurry, the passage of time is inevitable. Let go of all hope and fame, work hard, pursue the ideals and beliefs in your heart, happiness is just around the corner, and face the world with a normal smile. Be happy when you are poor, be content when you are content, and face up to your own gains and losses.
Even if there is, even if there is, it can't last long. You don't have to force it, you don't have to worry, you can put it down, believe it, treat it sincerely, and your worries and worries will dissipate with the wind, and you will be infatuated in the world of mortals. In a blink of an eye, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, like clouds and smoke, and the mountains are still flowing, all of which will be thrown away. What you once had was tolerance.
In a word, no matter what, we still need to take care of our own worlds. Let her grow up healthily with us and strive to make her bear the most touching fruit. Write a touching movement.
Chapter eight: The narrative composition of An acre of land in my heart.
Childhood cherishes countless memories and exudes infinite charm. There are countless secrets in memory, all of which are fun. Shining with dazzling light, shining on an acre of land in my heart, spreading endless thoughts.
The wind is blowing gently, looking out the window. In the field, green weeds are scrambling to grow out, attracting butterflies and bees to dance. It suddenly occurred to me that spring was coming to me with light steps. Yes, spring is the beginning of everything and the time for seeds to sprout. My thoughts can't help drifting to the secrets of my heart. I used to run with my friends in that field. Stepping on green grass is like stepping on white clouds. It is light, but it leaves footprints, where our dreams are recorded. Even though it was far away from us at that time, it was a beautiful dream after all, and no one had ever broken it. I walked out of the room slowly, accompanied by the mixed smell of air and grass. Looking for the footprints left at that time, I know that what I am looking for is not only a lost heart, but also naive romance. It's ridiculous to know that you won't stay, but your body can't help looking for it, even if there is only a little trace and a little happiness. ...
The sky is blue, like blue crystal. Sitting in the field, listening to the sound of the stream not far away, watching the soft clouds and smelling the fresh grass, I recalled my past dream-to be a lover of nature. At that time, I would always come here whenever I had the chance, whether it was hot summer, sad autumn or lonely winter. I like to see its vitality, its golden autumn and its arrogance. Here, it once made me realize that in front of my dream, I should not bow to suffering, just like that acre of land, which is hot in summer, cool in autumn and cold in winter.
Birds are singing in the mountains in the distance. Unconsciously, the sun has waved goodbye to me. I stood up and looked at the land affectionately. It is still so green that people can't consciously blend in. Turn around, slow down and walk quietly, for fear of disturbing this quiet dream. The farther I go, the more I will never look back. ...
Everyone has an acre of land in his heart, as bitter as coptis chinensis; As sweet as honey; Sour as plums; As spicy as pepper; Each has its own reasons, but they are all the deepest in your heart. Every acre of land in everyone's heart is accompanied by our innocent childhood, the most sincere secret in my heart, where we left our beauty and a series of growth footprints. It seems that it will know that one day we will wave goodbye to it. There will be an end, but it is also the beginning of a journey.
Everyone has an acre of land in his heart. Does my acre of land still exist today?
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