Feeling flying
In the morning, I was awakened from my dream by a rumble, stretched my hand and feet lazily, slowly and reluctantly opened my eyes and found that the sun had risen very high. What woke me up was a plane flying over the roof. In the afternoon, I sat in front of my computer and wanted to write something. The word "flying" came to my mind at will, and I remembered a series of related understandings, experiences and feelings.
I like the feeling of flying since I was very young. At that time, I always hoped to arrange a window seat, because only by sitting there after the plane took off, could I see the clouds with different shapes out of the window relatively clearly, spreading leisurely in the endless sky. I can't help but imagine that these white, rich and moving clouds, like shy white fairies in the blue sky, are showing us their unique dance style.
Although the pace of performance seems to be faster, as long as you pay attention to them, you will certainly remember that you were a loyal audience of these slightly shy, sharp and elegant "actors". When the plane passed through the thick clouds, I felt my eyes moving out of the window and being covered by the whole fog. Those clouds that were fairies not long ago have disappeared without a trace. This unique fog in the sky reminds people of the heavenly palace in fairy tales. I don't know if the fairy's residence is really hidden behind the fog in front of me. Similar fantasies can almost be the greatest pleasure of every flight as a child, and such experiences naturally become memories that cannot be easily erased. Now these childhood memories full of fantasy may seem naive to us, but as long as we taste them a little, we will find that this unique sense of flying is childish that we may never experience again when we grow up and mature.
A few years later, I bid farewell to my childhood fantasy. In the experience of a long jump, I came into contact with the feeling of flying through this physical leap. In order to extend the flight time as much as possible, we try to lean forward when jumping. On the one hand, it can improve your grades, on the other hand, it can make you feel the relative growth of flight time, even if it is only an instantaneous growth, you will strive for it. In this era of memory, there are many boys who love adventure and are used to seeking different things. In order to make themselves have more flying experiences and feelings, they often choose the roof of a bungalow, the window sill on the second floor, or climb a big tree and jump off it. There are also some adventurers who always feel that they are not unique enough, so they are excited to find a beautiful parasol, hold it high and "land" from the place they think is suitable. However, when you look at the landing site with the laughter of your companions, you will feel sorry for the small parasol that was rolled back to a morning glory. At the same time, you will be bent down to laugh just like other partners because of the adventurer's helpless expression and his antics of dragging a "huge morning glory".
At this age, we are always so unique and bold. No one knows what we are thinking, no one knows what we will think, and even we don't know what we are doing. In short, looking at others because of our unique creativity is incredible, showing confusion, and then adding a little pride in my heart. The life of teenagers is always full of sunshine and personality, and many characters like "adventurers" will always be shaped at this age. It is because of these ideas and unique feelings that we can have more happy classic memories today.
A few days ago, I went skiing in the suburbs with my friends, and accidentally found several umbrella bags that didn't land under the clear sky. It is said that these people like the feeling of flying. I think so, too, because I also like the feeling of flying, but in recent years I have added some heartfelt feelings to this feeling. Flying is not only the relaxation of limbs and vision, it can go deeper into the recipient's heart. Because people who like the feeling of flying seem to want to appreciate the world from a different perspective, and at the same time, they can bring more opportunities for their own spiritual enjoyment.
Maybe you are depressed about "broken wings"; Maybe you think you'll never fly. And I think that anyone can be sad at this time, but the experience of "broken wings" is not the reason for permanently losing the opportunity to fly. I believe that you can't fly if you hurt your wings. As long as you are willing to fly, after some hard work and struggle, your hardworking arms may become wings to feel flying. At that time, you will find that the feeling of flying is so similar to the feeling of joy after the result of your struggle comes out.
Dear friends, even if your wings are broken, please don't give up flying, because you can struggle and struggle for flying with hardworking arms. If you have had this kind of flying experience, you really like this wonderful feeling. While congratulating you, I also want to ask you to spread your wings boldly, so that you can continue to enjoy more beautiful things that flying brings to your heart in this sunny life.
I'm still flying
Even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly.
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Endless night eroded my endless worries, surrounded by terrible silence, I got up and went to the window.
The wind was so cold that it bypassed the undulating curtains and pierced my numb nerves. I shivered and shrank my neck. The lights outside filled the whole yard with sunlight, the semi-bald trees trembled in the rustling autumn wind, and a few yellow leaves stubbornly stuck to their posts, but in the end they couldn't hold on, falling headlong on the cold concrete floor.
I sighed, ashamed of my life that disappeared quietly, and even more ashamed of my achievements. I don't understand why when God gives people the gift of victory and joy, it is always tied with failure and bitterness. I can't get rid of the bite of the failed hand, just like a lily crying in the wind and rain, which weakens my desire for sunshine and lasting pride in my heart. How many times I searched hard, how many times I was at a loss. My dream is to imagine an elf floating in the snow. My heart is cold and my mind is confused. ...
The wind in the middle of the night feebly tossed the dead leaves lying on the ground, turning and turning until it reached the root of the big tree, which was a tree with leaves. I suddenly understood: loss means new gains, and decline means a new beginning. A yellow leaf withered, rotted, eroded and frozen. When spring blossoms, it will be a layer of shade. Seeing this, I am relieved.
Failure is the factor of success. Without it, the alarm clock won't ring in your ear. Failure is also a burden of life. Carrying it for a long time will grind out several unnecessary blood bubbles on the trudging feet. In the darkness, I felt the sunshine after the storm. "Confidence in life for 200 years will be like hitting water for 3,000 years"! Let the free and easy walk with the wind and rain. As long as my youth is still there, I won't be sad. As long as the sun is still there, I will not be lonely and will not stop. Even if I am trapped in the vast desert, the oasis of hope is still there, and my heart is still flying. Thought of here, I can't help laughing.
Looking up, I don't know when a pair of blinking eyes appeared in the sky. After the darkness comes the dawn, when the haze disappears, it is still a rainbow. When you run out of crazy sand, raise your confident sail and face difficulties, you will get gold! Don't bid farewell to the field of the soul because of the temporary desolation.
Start with a smile, even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly.
Waiting, just to fly.
On a quiet afternoon at the airport, I walked alone in the heat wave.
Turn on the walkman, listen to a favorite song repeatedly, the joys and sorrows of notes, the meaning of details and details, the withered mountain in the past, the lazy and graceful heart in the eyes, play in the heart of the mountain like fog, giving birth to all kinds of beautiful changes:
Beijing, a famous cultural city with a history of more than 3,000 years, what kind of piety should I use to enter your depth?
I still remember when I was a teenager, sitting in a simple classroom and reciting after the teacher: I love Tiananmen Square in Beijing! Staring at the magnificent building, I felt a lot of admiration-Beijing, which highly condensed China's ancient civilization and modern civilization, has long been deeply rooted in my mind and has become a sacred place to yearn for. She recorded the courage and strength of the Chinese nation for independence and freedom without fear of bloodshed and sacrifice, and wrote a glorious page of the birth of New China and a magnificent poem of the Chinese nation becoming powerful.
When my childhood friends walked out of the mountains, went to the city, and then went to the world, I still repeated my work in the small town. In the noisy world, the voice of my life has long been obscured and ignored. But if there is hope in your heart, you will not be empty, just like a passer-by who has been walking on the road. Although he is tired, he is happy because he has his own paradise in the distance.
Beijing is my paradise, just like the sea I yearn for. The waves kept pounding my heart, but I missed her again and again in my dreams. How I want to get rid of all my arms and throw myself into her arms. ...
I began to enjoy traveling so devoutly, and I began to hate imprisonment so persistently.
I once read a book saying that walking in the past is for flying in the future.
I have never walked the Wan Li Road or read thousands of books, so my world, my words and my thoughts are superficial. How I long to reach a height, which can make my heart fly high and make my heart close to the world. In my previous reading, I like seemingly random text arrangement rather than like it, just to pursue the beauty of different joys and sorrows and pass the quiet and idle time. It was not until I met someone later that I realized that my carelessness drowned my time and stifled my youth.
The plane was an hour late, as if to test my patience on purpose. After a long wait, I finally realized that the place I always wanted to fly to was actually the embrace facing north. In love, in fact, each of us is a flying bird inside, just waiting to fly to you or his warm nest.
This time, I'm not trying to prove whether what I'm going to see is the dream of leaning against the building and drinking tea, the silent Shu Yunfan and the magnificent Qionglou Yuyu. I only hope that the boat that has been involved for a long time can cross Qian Shan and let me return to the world where the grass grows and the warbler flies.
The distant sky, faint clouds, light and shadow overlap, and thoughts grow in the sky penetrated by sunlight. I hope this time will come and go, instead of simply drifting with the flow, allow me to write down my soft feelings with my heart.
Beijing, gently, I'm coming. ...