The lights on
Selected Works of American Literature 1:
The lights on
It rained for several days in a row, and my mood was always somewhat depressed. At the beginning of the lights, walking in this noisy crowd, watching them rush past, I feel that everything is so urgent and so hurried. Suddenly a little lonely, although I have always spent one spring and autumn in loneliness, loneliness is always lonely. There is no reason, and there is no answer. Helpless shook his head, pulled out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and suddenly found that in May, another year was quietly waving.
Spring went to summer, and it was deserted for a time. It is also a time when the college entrance examination is approaching, and it is also a date to leave. Unconsciously, I remembered May of that year, and there was a kind of joy in the faint tension. However, such days are always fleeting. With the end of the college entrance examination, everything can only be gathered and dispersed in a hurry. "This year, thank you for letting me know you. This year, thank you for your company." I remember this sentence again, even though I don't know why.
With whom do you know everything? May, like an elf who lost her dream, walked alone in this noisy world, singing softly and sadly. However, the dream is so big and the reality is so far away. Looking for it over and over again, I finally began to be disappointed and confused. The tearful eyes blurred the direction, but still stubbornly looked at the distance. Maybe it's been a long time and I'm tired. Blink a little dry eyes, but tears ran uncontrollably down the eyes and down my face. A drop falls, refracts into crystal fragments, and falls sadly. Looking around with hazy eyes, I feel that the whole world is crying in confusion.
at the beginning of the lights, the hazy drizzle blurred the night. I don't know when I began to love such a night. Although the lights there are still bright at night, it is more dark. Since the night gave me a pair of black eyes, why should I use them to look for light? I was born in darkness, so why bother with the dawn? Take things as they come. Everything goes with the flow, wandering in the world, without panic, confusion, disturbance or worry. Life is like Xun Can of summer flowers, and death is like the beauty of autumn leaves. No crying, no noise. . . . . .
The night is dim, and I am traveling in the silky drizzle, and the coolness is thorough. I can't help shivering, perhaps, the rain is the tears of the elves. Cold blurred with despair. My heart suddenly contracted and my heart suddenly became a little empty. Pull out the phone from the bag, open it, cover it, and open it again. Dial a number and listen to the sound of "beep, beep". Hang up silently, find another number, but the polite but cold shutdown prompt rings in my ear, only to find out at a glance that I inadvertently made another night owl. The in the mind is not some dim. Silently turned back to the place where I lived, quietly put my mobile phone by the bed, and suddenly remembered that Yan Jie had said to me, "Light, remember to be happy, take care of yourself, and remember to turn off your mobile phone every time you sleep." Then slowly press the power off button, look at the dim screen, lightly sigh, and gently press the power back. From the beginning of going out, I no longer used to the phone, and from that time on, I always liked to put my mobile phone near my ear. Although I know it shouldn't be like this, I can't change this habit.
when you turn on the computer, the mouse keeps scrolling the space line by line, and occasionally, you pause to think about whether you should make an evaluation. But more people still walk like passers-by. What matters is not the destination, but the scenery along the way. After all, I am just a passer-by. Listening to the familiar songs in the space, perhaps, it is the loneliest to stay or not, just don't know, will your life at this moment also occasionally think of me after I leave? The song rang back and forth, the song sang back and forth, and the mood began to bump back and forth. I suddenly remembered the sentence summarized by Yier, "The wind blows lightly, the rain falls lightly, ambiguity is sugar, and it is sweet to sadness. (article reading network: sanwen)
outside the window, misty rain, lingering in memories, slowly burning; Twist a touch of tenderness, I wonder if those previous figures are still there? But, even in what? In the past, at the moment, I only knew yesterday. The society is moving too fast, and more people are knowledgeable, and they are slowly beginning to understand. Everyone wears a humorous and scary mask. Even if you put makeup on the mask, you can't hide your hysterical eyes! Looking back on the past, I find that you are not the boy you were. The more you grow up, the more lonely you are, and the more you grow up, the more uneasy you are. I really want to go back to the early summer of that year, but my fingers are too wide to keep the past. And the heart is too narrow to hold memories.
at the beginning, my brothers and sisters said, don't dive too far, remember to look back often. Sometimes I always think about it, so I don't look back. After all, my goal is ahead, but I run numbly forward and finally lose my way. When I look back suddenly, I realize that sometimes I have to look back occasionally, otherwise I will always pursue it without knowing what I have lost. Perhaps, there will never be a definition between gain and loss, just as there is no absolute right and wrong in the world. However, if you lose too much, you will always lose more than you gain. I always ask myself in my heart, what do I get? Lose what? Think silently, but there is no answer after all. Sometimes withering is a real moment, and blooming is just a touch of past brilliance.
actually, life has always been simple, but we have always made it complicated. Some people don't understand themselves. Sometimes I can't help thinking, what do I want? In fact, I only expect to live a plain life. Perhaps, picking chrysanthemums under the hedge is the most suitable for me. Sometimes I always laugh at myself for having no ambition, but life is too short. Why not pursue endless freedom and pleasure in a short life? Dream of being a bird, able to fly across the blue sky, close to the white clouds, able to see all the waters in Qian Shan and fly over the ends of the earth. However, dreams are always dreams, and dreams cannot be confused with ideals after all. Even if you imagine it to be perfect, you will wake up one day.
The lights are on. Maybe it's time to have a rest. However, the pace of progress still can't stay. Although this is not my pursuit, I can't let go if I choose. Sometimes I find myself really stubborn. But it's all right, after all, I have left too many things that I regret. My heart is too heavy for my body to bear, and life can't stand regret any more. Use this day to bet on tomorrow. There is no failure, no success, some, only in the journey of life, leaving footprints to prove that I have been (guild name encyclopedia)
Selected works of American literature II:
The lights are on
The wind is soft and the rain is soft, and the night is approaching, which is even worse than the cold season.
across the river, there are singing and dancing, and there are Yingying and Yanyan everywhere.
Its moments of beauty are nothing but clouds to me, even though there are thousands of customs, tell others!
Selected Works of American Literature 3:
The lights are on
When the lights are on, I sit by the window, and the quiet night is full of colorful clothes. Walking on a certain road in this city, the destination is the direction of the road. Memories are played in the brain. If you don't live with memories, life may be very simple. You must be able to bear the memory created by the creator, whether it is perfect or imperfect.
Yi Yi
passed by inadvertently at all times. Behind every hurried figure, we shuttled. Slowly, my father's caring eyes became farther and farther away, and my mother's familiar words gradually faded away. I used to hide in my father's back, looking for a shade to keep out the sun. When I accompanied my father for the exam this day, my father's figure seemed to outline a magnificent mountain in the scorching sun, but it could not cover the sun. After shopping in the supermarket, I found that the bag was full of all kinds of drinks, and suddenly I felt familiar with the scene,,,,, (Happy birthday to myself)
Dad loves to buy books and sleeps with them every night. What's different now is that he has a pair of reading glasses.
The articles in The Reader are very philosophical and beautiful, while the articles in Personality Concern are original and the story in Yilin is thought-provoking. After listening to his Kan Kan talk, I found that the charm of literature lies not in reading, but in quality. Looking at the books in your hand, it turns out that every book is a world. Good Night! Dad, good luck in the exam.
Yi Er
It's good to sit in the classroom and watch the children rehearse poems. It's very good for such a young age to paint a vivid picture of the world of childhood. The adults discussed the clothes and styles of the children when they performed, but they were not satisfied. A little girl said, I think we should wear green skirts, because spring is green and grass is green. What a simple and pure answer, yes, spring is green, grass is green, how can we not return to the original truth.
Freud's psychoanalysis department believes that all mental defects of people are actually caused by the shadow of childhood. Many times, some seemingly harmless jokes in childhood actually have a great impact on children's minds. I firmly believe that everyone will have such an experience when they were young, so the world is not perfect, and they don't need to know what age they are doing so early. In the flashy world, they keep a pure land in their hearts. Good morning! Life.
Selected Works of American Literature 4:
When the lights are on, the composition of the sky is that the tail of the day gradually appears pale and weakly exposed, but slowly sticks to the last line of defense until the hazy twilight at the beginning of the night blends with it, which is equally divided and difficult to distinguish each other, and finally engulfs it.
When the Chinese lanterns first came on, there were no stars hanging brightly in the sky. There were many kinds of lights on the ground: round, triangular, rectangular, square, oval, straight tube, five-petal flower-shaped ... The brightness of their light was bright, dazzling, dark blue, dark green, dim yellow and wine red ... Where there are few people and few cars, I run quickly, listening to the wind stepping over the dusty shoulders to visit my ears and whispering softly, which can also be called a wonderful meeting; Where there are many people and cars, stop in a hurry to make way, or make a slow migration, and look at the lights on the left and right of my body and in front of me, as if the years had stopped at the moment I looked up.
At the beginning of the lights, there were songs, stereos, hawking, the laughter of passers-by, the tinkling of drivers, the beeping of motorcycles crossing the street, the crying of infants, the childish sounds of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Big Wolf toy cars, the impatient barking of dogs, the buzzing of planes flying over the air, and the noise of all kinds of voices mixed together to play. (Banner slogan)
When the lights first came on, it was really a noisy and lively world! Believe it or not, look, on the branches of the kapok tree, the shadow of the kapok leaves has not yet appeared, and kapok is in full bloom in groups in front of the kapok leaves. As the saying goes, red flowers need green leaves to match, so that the flowers and leaves are suitable, harmonious and natural However, kapok must be unique, and be a proud and enchanting new master of the prosperous spring among other lush green trees. Even under the light and shadow of the lamp, the red kapok is still a bit more noble than the green trees!
when the lights are on, all kinds of lights cling to the twilight, and the night looks hazy and blurred. Looking at this earthly light, an indescribable but long-lost feeling welled up in my heart. It scurried, swam slowly, jumped and crawled in my heart. This is a gift given to me by the night. The visible moment and the invisible eternity moved me to be sour and tearful.
when the lights are on, the night is so charming and beautiful, and all the scenery in the night is poetic. After tonight, has everything changed? Now and tomorrow, only one night apart. This night, the lanterns are still bright; This night, it is a step, but also a distant horizon-you go, it is no longer possible to come back; When you come back, you will never be the same again. This is especially true of things, why can people be inferior? !
my heart is bright, and I am willing to chase the tail of the years, walk comfortably through a cold winter, a blue summer, a happy autumn, watch a season of white snowflakes, come to this spring night when the lights are on, see the bustling kapok blossoms, listen to the boiling voices and cherish a pure mind.
when the lights are on, move to the warm edge of the bed, gently cover the quilt with the breath of spring, and hope to have a good dream at night, and then a good dream will come true, then the thoughts of the spring night when the lights are on will not be in vain.