When I saw my mother smiling in the mirror in the closet that day, I accidentally felt that my mother's smile was so beautiful and moving. In fact, I am familiar with my mother's smile. And the smile that day felt so charming that I wanted to think about it. It turned out that this smile was for my mother, and she gave it to herself. So, I also tried to give myself a smiling face. Sure enough, I smiled so brightly in front of the mirror.
Yes! When we are confused and helpless, should we quietly give ourselves a smiling face?
Give yourself a smile, let yourself have a calm, give yourself a smile, and let yourself face the danger bravely. What kind of mediation, what kind of publicity, what kind of encouragement!
When you live alone, you will encounter all kinds of difficulties, even if you are struggling, pessimistic and disappointed, the journey is boundless, sometimes you can't see a trace of starlight, and sometimes the long road is not chic. At this time, give yourself a smiling face, ok? Let the persistence from the bottom of my heart inspire me to fly over Qian Shan with wings, and let the call from afar inspire me to overcome difficulties with faith.
In fact, what life shows us is not so bad. No one can avoid suffering. Looking at it from another angle, there are also wonderful moments of distress. There are always bumps and setbacks on the road of life. We should learn to cope, learn to comfort, and learn to quietly give ourselves a smiling face.
Come on! Friend! Let's be a happy person! "Thirty fame, dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon." The hardest attitude in life is to look down on the vanity in front of you. Let your thoughts fly, let them fly between heaven and earth. If you can stop fighting for the length of an instant, then a seed of happiness will sprout in your heart at this moment.
"Happy are those who always smile, and young are those who always smile."
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Whenever I see the bright five-star red flag raised in Ran Ran, I feel a kind of excitement and excitement. Whenever I hear the radical March of the Volunteers playing slowly, I feel a sense of pride. Every time I see my loving mother working hard, I think of another great mother-China.
Do you remember this mother? Her long hair is a thousand rivers; That tough back is five mountains, Yinshan Mountain and Qilian Mountain, and that broad and loving chest is the connection between Qinghai-Tibet and Yunnan-Guizhou! Spread your arms, from the barn in the northeast to the Yangtze River, it is endless fertile soil. That's her warm hand. Oh, mother, how much bitterness is hidden in your chest? This is a history of blood and tears.
Looking back yesterday, the bloody scene was that Japanese pirates invaded the people, that the invaders knocked on our country with opium cannons, that Eight-Nation Alliance was domineering, that the powers plundered our treasures crazily, that the Yuanmingyuan was destroyed by animals' hoofs, and that Japanese devils burned and looted and trampled on the mother's body. The Yellow River is roaring, the earth is crying, and the mother's children are struggling. Once, you were proud, proud; Once upon a time, you were silent and angry. In the boundless years, you have experienced vicissitudes, and you have nurtured evergreen rivers and millions of children who belong to you.
It was this group of mothers' children who founded the China * * * Production Party on that day-1921July. It's like a dawn breaking through the sky and flashing in the east. Mother restored her smiling face. With a flick of a finger, 80 years of ups and downs and 80 years of hardships. The thatched tile house in the past is now full of high-rise buildings.
Without the hardships of yesterday, there would be no vigorous development today. Without yesterday's efforts to turn the tide, there would be no tall buildings standing today! We always firmly believe that without Chinese children, there would be no * * * production party, and there would be no lead washing mother today!
In the face of mother's history, war is obviously commonplace; In the face of the war experienced by mother, life is obviously fragile; Looking back at the history of the motherland, despite the smoke and humiliation, despite the hardships and frustrations, we all came bravely!
"Distant, dignified footsteps, and creating brilliance will also shock your heart!" Whether it is a distant war or a distant disaster, the mother of the Millennium has now "braved the wind and waves". Look at today's mother! She is full of energy. The transformation of the Three Gorges Project, the implementation of the western development, the successful launch of manned spacecraft and the outstanding achievements of athletes in the Olympic Games all indicate that we will move towards a broader prospect. But we should not forget that we are still a developing country, and there are still many areas that need to be improved and developed. If we want to make our country rich and strong, we must continue to work hard. Hope is pinned on our generation. We should study hard, set up lofty aspirations and ideals, make a difference in the future and serve the motherland. Let's embrace tomorrow with knowledge and sweat and hope with enthusiasm!
You are the rising sun in the east. In the morning, we bathe in your bright light. Bright red is your endless pursuit, and golden is your eternal glory. The world opens before you, and China's soaring ambition makes you proud. When the bell of the century rings, when the spirits of the future soar, you are the beacon of navigation on the journey-the fiery red party flag will fly forever. May the motherland's tomorrow be more beautiful and have an eternal name, that is, "the motherland"; There is an eternal belief, that is, "love the motherland." Motherland, dear mother, let us wish you "I will ride the wind and waves one day, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" with reverence for the towering mountains and deep affection for the continuous lakes!
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Because of my sin, I have been demoted to supervise the salt and wine tax in Yunzhou. Before I arrived, it rained heavily, and the flood in Yunzhou flooded everywhere, drowning heather, boarding the north shore and destroying the gate of the secretariat. Salt tax and wine tax build houses facing the river, and the flood is particularly serious. I have been there, and when I saw that the house was damaged and uninhabitable, I reported to the county and wanted to borrow the official residence of the Ministry. The county pitied me for being homeless and agreed to it. This year1February, we can prop up the inclined place, fill in the collapsed place, open up the east side of the auditorium as a porch, plant two Chinese fir trees and a hundred bamboos as a place to eat and rest. However, the tax on salt and wine used to be done by three palace officials together. When I went, the two of them resigned and left the matter to me alone. I sit in the market during the day and sell salt, wine, dolphins and fish, competing with vendors for size and making profits for myself; I came back at night, exhausted and groggy, not knowing that the night had passed and the day had come. In the morning, I went out to do my own work, and finally I couldn't live in the so-called Dong Xuan. Go out every morning and evening, come back from it, see it, you can't help laughing internally.
When I was young, I used to study, secretly wondering that Yan Yuan lived in a simple street with a basket of vegetables and a ladle of water. Others can't stand that kind of suffering, and Yan Yuan doesn't change his pleasure. I thought to myself that even if I don't want to be an official, being a small official can still support myself, but it doesn't hinder my study. How can I be embarrassed, humiliated and pitiful? When I came to Yunzhou, I worked hard to sell salt and rice, but I didn't have a day off. Although I want to abandon worldly trifles and put my love in a place to cultivate moral quality, it is often blocked and put aside. Only then did I know why Yan Yuan was willing to be poor and humble. It turned out that he refused to provide for himself for a little salary. Because it will hinder his study.
Ah! When the scholar didn't hear the profound truth, he was addicted to the interests of power, thinking that Mei Yusi's son and daughter were his luck and that he was happy. When he pursues virtue with righteousness, fades away those gorgeous ornaments, harvests fruits, and works calmly and handily, he doesn't know the big world and the change of life and death, let alone people who are not as good as him. Therefore, his happiness is enough to make him poor and hungry without resentment. Even if the south is king, it cannot be imposed on him. Probably not a virtuous person can't afford it. I sincerely want to get rid of all kinds of virtues of washing filth and worshiping saints and look at my own shortcomings, but I am afraid that I will not get that virtue when I think that I almost have Yan Yuan's happiness! Like Confucius who traveled around the world, the highest official position was the shepherd of Lu, and the smallest official position was the official in charge of animal husbandry and warehouse, but his experience was not wrong. That's probably for open-minded people, but it's not what students want.
I came here because of relegation. Although I know the harm of this punishment, I think I can't get away with it. I hope to be alone for a long time, and the world may pity me, so that I can retire, rest in the countryside, repair the dilapidated houses of my predecessors and build a small house to live there. After that, I will pursue the happiness of Yanyuan, miss Dong Xuan and forget that I am old. However, this is not what I dare to desire.
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Growth, an unspeakable song, is the weaving of our scattered emotions and our messy footprints. With the continuous development of society, our growth process has changed like a storm. Growth originally means that teenagers go their own way in exploration, but I don't know when we were deprived of this right, and our own colorful road was forcibly blocked! We are facing a straight road. Thousands of people in Qian Qian crowded on the road, and the crystal water chestnut reflecting seven colors of light was ground to pieces. Those who can't squeeze in can only wander in the same place or hide in a corner and degenerate from now on. It is the growing rebellion in our bones that makes us escape from the road and leave the most vivid footprints on our own road, which is the hazy morning and overgrown with weeds. ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; -inscription
Explain treason
Rebellion began at an early age and became a unique symbol of our youth. At that time, most of our children went against the wishes of teachers and parents to do their greatest and most glorious thing-play. But the adults at that time didn't call us "rebellious", they said it was the innocence and nonsense of children.
When we walked into the school gate, the sky really gradually became dusty. We love childhood so much that we just want to keep it. So we entered the second rebellious period-after school, we broke through the teacher's ban and parents' obstruction, and still watched cartoons leisurely. Although Chinese cartoons pay too much attention to educational significance and become very blunt, or want to shoot a beautiful imagination, they are unable to create a "four unlike". Either two cats talk or two tigers fight, but we are fascinated. At this time, adults no longer call us naive, but classify us as "naughty bad boys who are not doing their jobs" ...
With the passage of time and the changes of the times, exam-oriented education constantly exerts pressure to control our maturity, and a force forces us to be numb to the front. As a result, growth is fixed in two rigid modes: some people are so numb that they keep the desk lamp at night that they get lost in the ocean of problems during the day. They must leap over the heavy door, try their best to weave their own future with scores, and weave their own future road in society (sadly, they have no soul); Others were trampled underfoot because they were left behind, with tears in their eyes.
"Either it broke out in the sinking or it died in the sinking." We don't want our youth to continue wandering. Our youth really should have their own home. So we started a battle with exam-oriented education with our unshaven personality. That is, from then on, we really embarked on our own path. We ignore the scores that can neither give you culture nor awaken the conscience of corrupt officials; We are in a life that we can't tell whether it is good or sad, staring at the shooting stars that have crossed the sky. I like meteors, but it's outrageous that Meteor Garden and F4 ruined the image of meteors. What do you mean, "Love the rich to death"? Go to hell!
It is in the process of searching for the lost soul that adults point to our noses and say that we are rebellious. We break through the rules that have imprisoned students for many years, find innocence in the growth of taste, let poetry gain eternal life in the charm of spring, let pop songs play and grow up in the wind and rain, and suddenly look back on the years cast by sunshine and rain. Is this a "rebellion"?
Finally, let me talk about the reason why we are called "rebellion": rebellion refers to "people who have betrayed", because most people are numb, but we have our own souls. We are called rebellion because we are white waves stirred by rocks in the secular tide.
A fellow poet
The grass is not green yet, but I have seen its green buds drill into spring in solid soil; The swallow hasn't come back yet, but I just heard its mellow voice singing spring between the blue sky and the green willows; The spring rain has not yet moistened, but I smell that the land it moistens is as mellow as wine; The blue waves are not swaying, but there is a spring breeze to write poems for her, which makes her smile sweetly!
Unconsciously, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and its crazy poetry makes the campus brilliant from time to time. The song in my heart, in the misty flowers, wakes up at every dawn, facing the rising sun in Ran Ran, and blows the heroic voice with my flute! Run wild in the wilderness, let the spring breeze blow my kite, find my childhood dream, hang it on the kite and fly to the sky together!
Willow floats, grass is green, swallows wear willow, butterflies dance empty, blue sky flies, wisteria is like a waterfall. I silently watched this brand-new season ... Spring came and my green flute played a new life for her. When summer came, he sent a nightingale to sing for summer; Autumn is back, and the flourishing maple leaves will only make life full of more passion; Winter came back, and she brought beautiful frost, like a teenager's tears.
I admire the tenacity of grass, understand the tragic mountains and love the sadness of stars. I am a poet, and I am still happy. People are still singing in the deserted years.
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We always believe that childhood smiles will accompany us to the end of time like our shadows. However, with the step-by-step upgrade in school, the innocence that a person is most proud of in his life has slowly precipitated into the depths of his soul unconsciously. However, thanks to this road I took, he let my young innocence float in the blue sky again. Unlike before, our maturity has been integrated with innocence and will always be an inseparable part of our lives.
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Footprint thinking
"Take away a fishing fire, let it dim your eyes, and leave a true feeling for it to dock at Fengqiao. Helpless, I have alienated that emotion and found myself back in front of you after many years ... "
Night, quiet. Moonlight streamed down the desk, creating a spiritual and peaceful atmosphere. There is a song "The sound of the waves is still playing" on the tape recorder. I stared at the stars outside the window and began to think about my footprints.
Many writers write music with pens, trying to make spiritual words play melodious music and vibrato that touches the heartstrings; Many singers play guitar affectionately, hoping that the unique temperament of music will replace the spirituality of words. I don't agree with them. I believe that music and writing only have some familiar marriages and similar cells, and more are their own unique personalities. They are unique in the world, and no one can replace anyone. Words are my pillar, music is my fulcrum, and they are my companions and recorders. ...
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I like listening to music when I defected. Just like the wind blowing the waves, the variation of music records the surge of my emotions. Any music gives us only two words-"return". It is not only a return to the lost years, but also a process of returning complex emotions to the truest and simplest state.
We sometimes defect because of conflicts with our parents. I will listen to "I think I am the sea" here. The growing confusion and the pain caused by the generation gap turned into happiness and sadness in Huang Lei's deep and sad singing. After years of rebellion, we will find that we are still children and still attached to our parents. Sometimes there is no reason to defect, just regard it as a kind of pressure vent and madness. Sailor and True Hero have become rare classics of this era. It's best to have a few intimate friends running in stormy summer nights, singing "Seize every minute of life and go all out to dream in your heart …" "It says that in stormy summer, this pain is nothing, at least we still have dreams …" That should be the most romantic thing. Sometimes I sing for life. I am an old-fashioned person, who regards the dynamic music of the United States, Japan and South Korea as noise garbage. Although the era of campus songs has passed, its sincerity in my heart remains unchanged. Gao, Gao, Gao are the representatives of campus music. When wrinkles invade our faces, we will once again listen to the flying "Youth Without Regret" and "You at the Same Table". Will we forget the campus full of bitterness and joy?
Music gives me more than my pen can write. The fleeting years will unconsciously reappear in our unconscious memory, and the enthusiasm and romantic touch of youth will flash in the dim light when we touch the dusty strings. It is music that weaves feelings and creates eternity through time and space!
"... the lingering bell still beats my sleepless nights. Dusty days will never become clouds. You must keep that smiling face for a long time. Can you accept each other's changes after many years? "
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Facing the future, I am brave. I admit that I have lost a lot and gained a lot because I chose this road. I like to record my joys, sorrows and inner tremors in words. Looking up at the mysterious sky, I can't help but thank my rebellion and the "Little Swan Junior Writer Class" and the "New Concept Composition Competition" that inspired me again. Without rebellion, I believe I am just a soulless mediocrity, without "Little Swan" and "new concept", I am just a free beggar.
With my score, it is impossible to enter Peking University, which I deeply yearn for, to write poems in the moonlight of the unnamed lake of Peking University, and to let music fill every corner of Peking University and moisten every inch of land in the hazy night. I love my writing. It is an inexhaustible spring in my life and a great spiritual wealth. I will never allow any utilitarianism to invade my soul. I also believe that my writing will not be lost in this materialistic era!
We weave feelings with words, think on the unfinished road of Mr. Lu Xun and boldly continue to explain the inferiority of the Chinese nation. Those who have received higher education also organize words. Sadly, they are just writers. They skillfully arrange words, play with words, and finally play with their own souls. What is even sadder than this is that they also "set an example" and use pens to interpret the sadness of human nature. They can only arrange words mechanically to please animals.
Writing is by no means a rational combination, but a perceptual thinking. I am still arrogant and frivolous, and I despise those who laugh at me. I'm laughing at them.
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Unknown tomorrow
After we suddenly look back on the wasted growth process, we turn our heads to face the front. We can't see the road ahead clearly and are still at a loss.
Sitting in front of the computer again, turning off the fluorescent lamp, the night outside filled my room. I let my mind control my fingers to tap the keyboard quickly. My fingers stopped when I hit this paragraph. After all, the future is a heavy topic, and my fingers don't know what words to use. Suddenly, the poetic computer screensaver flashed: the colorful stars in the dark blue screen flashed, but they were blown away in a three-dimensional way. Just like I'm flying in space. The twinkling stars are the past events on my growing up, my emotions and the sky ahead are the unknown tomorrow ... until now, I can finally say clearly, "Our growth is beautiful." The starry night is beautiful because there is a shining star in the distance that we can't see; Growth is beautiful, because no one can predict their own tomorrow.
"Our future is always steep and beautiful, but it will always fall into darkness." The night is endless, and only by waving the wings of the soul can we cross the night. People's sorrow is that they can't wait to escape from the night, and they wake up to the unique sky and tranquility at night after dawn. However, when they go back against the river of memory, they can't find the traces left by yesterday.
I am still walking on this hazy and overgrown road, and every footprint remains in my heart. I seem to know nothing about my own gains and losses. I just want to take my own road and see the scenery along the way. I will bear all the storms tomorrow. That's how I grew up. Everyone should like a high life. Only in this way can life truly belong to me.
Although the rose has thorns, it can't reduce her beauty at all. It is the madness of the storm that embodies its value, just like my appearance. ...