This is my world, belonging to my inner world. The night sets off silence, only the melody floats. The same melody brings different tones, making my world constantly changing: passionate, sad, cheerful, frivolous ... making the night sky colorful and fascinating. The covered moonlight shines bit by bit through the dark night, and I am no longer afraid that the dark night sky will cover the light it should emit. Even if it is so dark, I want to show it in this beautiful picture. Music seems to awaken the whole world. Day after day, every night, I was trapped in the frame. Every day, different music opens different worlds, and my imagination becomes a meteor falling in the air. The place where it fell is full of hope. Looking forward to turning into a firefly, swaying in the mysterious and chilling forest, leading my eyes to the endless jungle path and illuminating the blurred road with faint light. The breeze of music blows through my world, the flowers that have turned into life around me, and the soft grass under my feet. The fragrance of grass and the sweetness of flower of life accompanied the wind blowing through me ... The sound of freedom was in my ear, and the relaxed melody slowed down my fatigue.
My world, the world that fascinates me ... With my growing heart, it will also transform my beautiful world with music.
There is my world here. This is my world, which I will never forget. -inscription
The moment the plane landed, the heart that hung for a year also landed. Finally, I returned to this city and my own world.
Sitting on the bus, watching the flashing neon lights and passing cars on the street, breathing this slightly polluted but familiar air, we seem to see the sound of that street, talking and laughing, submerged in the noisy sea of people, so small, but so comfortable. Because this is my world.
Back to the city, if that campus, time seems to have returned to a year ago. Nothing has changed, just born in spring, mango trees that are always littered with mangoes in summer, sidewalks that lack a brick, canteens that are always crowded with students, and roofs that we have escaped countless rains. The sky here is so blue, the wind here is so soft and the sunshine here is so warm. Because this is my world.
I have spent more than ten years in this city. I can walk home with my eyes closed. I think I will never forget the number of stairs. The key, the door, the bed in that room, everything that has accompanied me for more than ten years, are all there. Back here, it is no longer a strange face, no longer a strange building and street, no longer a strange life. Because this is my world.
I think the world is beautiful. Sometimes sunny, sometimes drizzling, sometimes laughing, sometimes sad and lost. In this world, there are beautiful things that have passed away, stories that we wrote down word by word, and our original appearance.
Some people say that a city will make you unforgettable for a long time, probably because there are people you love deeply and youth that will never return.
Here, there is a world that belongs to me.
This is my world, wuyue in the Spring and Autumn Period, leaving Gou Jian's sword and Fu Cha's spear; Prosper the Tang Dynasty, leaving behind the world-famous three colors of the Tang Dynasty. Simu Wuding and Siyang Fangzun, blue and white porcelain and cloisonne, recorded many ups and downs of history, love and hate.
I remember when I was a child, there were many books about collections at home, many of which were the works of the famous collector Mr. Ma Weidou. When I opened them, I was attracted by all kinds of cultural relics inside, which opened my literary world.
I love visiting museums and cultural markets, hanging half a bucket of water and pretending to be a cultural relic appraisal for my father. One minute I said this copper coin belonged to Kaiyuan Bao Tong, and the next minute I said this bowl belonged to Ruyao porcelain in Song Dynasty. Dad smiled and listened, and I chatted happily. Actually, in my opinion, these cultural relics are alive. They always come to today with memories of past lives, and those times will always leave a mark on them.
Walking into the cultural relics store, the boss is selling some small cultural relics, including metal beads, a finger wrench that can be worn on his hand to hunt, and a small blue bronze mirror. The peach blossom on your face reflected in the mirror has turned to dust. I carefully stroked the mirror with my fingertips, which was as cold as bronze.
Hello, little girl! A gentle voice sounded in my ear.
I looked up and it was the boss. He is not tall, with a pair of glasses on his round face and a bookish look.
He asked me: Are you interested in cultural relics? I nodded and looked at him curiously.
He slowly took out a small jade dragon and said to me, look, where was this unearthed?
I took it and looked at it carefully. This jade dragon is thin, with dark red body and a little black and yellow spots. The faucet is not too delicate, full of ancient flavor. I took one last look at the curved dragon body and blurted out: This is the C-shaped Yulong in Hongshan Culture.
Oh, not bad! The boss raised his eyebrows in surprise.
I was secretly pleased, and my mouth rose slightly.
Unexpectedly, he asked again: Then, why is this jade so red?
I'm a little embarrassed, but this question is not easy to answer. I've thought about it for a long time, searched all the archaeological knowledge I know, and still don't know how to answer it. I shook my head and listened to his modest explanation.
He still smiled gently and said, as if he still had some unfinished business. But at your age, you already know a lot. When I was your age, I liked cultural relics very much, but the master told me that in the process of understanding its name, dynasty and unearthed time, you should get to the bottom of it and dig the story behind it, and eventually you will find that there is a world that belongs to you.
You look at the cultural relics, and the cultural relics are also looking at you. This is a kind of communication across time and space. Every cultural relic carries a period of history, and history is a mirror. Taking history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall, and we can also know the gains and losses.
I believe that there is a world that belongs to me. While appreciating or playing with cultural relics, I am also talking with history, constantly gaining experience, and then discovering the richness of life from the historical world.
This is my world. 4 stars of dreams, depth of night! The world is so vast, but I am so small! But I also have my own world.
There are four seasons in my world. It is my school.
Spring, in this spring season, I was nourished by the school spring rain. At school, whenever I discuss problems with my friends, I always blush, because I can't refute their views, and I am always embarrassed. But to tell the truth, with friends, I always benefit a lot, and feel the beauty of youth and the moisture of friendship.
In summer, the breeze blows gently, refreshing. At school, my grades were average. Usually I don't ask the teacher to solve problems. One day, the teacher said to the class; As soon as a person with a problem looks for a teacher, he can add ten points to a question. As soon as I heard this, I, who usually likes to show off, immediately took out my questions and asked the teacher. When I asked the teacher for extra points, I was constantly improving my knowledge and made great progress in the monthly exam. One day, I prepared some more questions. When I came to the teacher's office, I suddenly heard the teacher tell the truth of the incident. It turns out that the teacher wants to inspire our spirit of exploration. God, we were cheated by a sweet scam.
In autumn, you can't stay in a hurry. It's the final exam in a blink of an eye. I answered the questions carefully in the examination room. The purpose is to give an account to friends, teachers and relatives. Later, I got a historic breakthrough, and I entered the top ten in my class. My efforts have yielded fruitful results.
In winter, the north wind roared and the wind was biting. The Chinese teacher asked me to take part in the composition contest, but I lost. I expected of my teacher, but I failed. I have been discouraged, but the encouragement of my friends and the comfort of my teachers are the sunshine in winter, which warms me up.
There is a world here that belongs to me.
There is a world of four seasons that belongs to me.
There is a world here that belongs to me. 5. The early morning sunshine seeped through the hazy window screen and printed mottled patterns on the books. The study is getting brighter and brighter-my world-the sea of books.
Reading in the morning can be called endorsement, spreading the book on the windowsill, facing the morning light, reading a string of flowers, or telling yourself that a new day has begun.
After doing some exercises, take out a book from the shelf and read it slowly to relax.
Reading "Wolf Totem", I seem to become a prairie wolf, galloping under the gaze of Tengger singer. I can run on the dense grass; Under the leadership of the Wolf King, he besieged the antelope, feasted and chewed its delicious internal organs. Then lazily bask in the sun by Swan Lake.
The sunshine at noon is the warmest, and the light spots cast by the treetops jump happily on the surface of white porcelain.
And I jump in different time and space. Here, I can look for the clues left by the murderer with Holmes; You can look for The Secret Behind's secret with xu teacher and expose the conspiracy in the conspiracy; You can skate with Conan, avoid the angry bullets of the murderer and say a classic sentence for him, "There is always only one truth!" "
At night, everything is quiet.
I leaned against the bed and read "This is the smartest girl" under the gentle glow of the bedside lamp. This is a very delicate book-the white cover, the silver-white rose pattern, and the small words on the right seem to emit a little starlight. Warm and soft.
She is like an elegant big sister. She fell in love with this country with a smile. She taught me the truth with small examples and showed me the right way. Let me become more confident and stronger.
It's another sunny day. Warm sunshine softens the air in the study and brings fresh or old stories to life. Everything is so energetic. Like sunshine.
Warm study, long sea of books-here is my world.
There is my world here. Here is my world, an elegant land.
In the early spring, a cluster of pink by the river gently embraced my heart.
Flaming red, pure white, charming purple, shy powder, all red as Xia and white as snow. Welcome, a flower fragrance, robin singing, slow voice; In a hurry; Time height; ● Time; Scattered all over the sky intermittently, quickly and slowly.
I stopped and stared at the pink, the delicate color and the charming figure, which wrapped everything around me like cotton candy. There is a world that belongs to me. With the faint fragrance of flowers and leaves, it has created a unique flower viewing space for me.
Of course, in this world that belongs to me, safflower still needs green leaves. Green is unpredictable, lush lawns, green banyan trees and green leaves are all highlighted in the expectation of spring rain.
This is my world. Peach blossom, apricot blossom and pear blossom are like dreams. Their footprints are everywhere on the leaves, the tender grass and the bluestone steps. Standing under the tree, the petals fall gently, in the mud, in the water, the water gurgles and the petals fly.
In my world, there is no regret of "helpless flowers falling", but there is a surprise of "deja vu", a pleasure of "handing the boy a golden flower in exchange for good wine" and a passion of "the sunrise makes the river red and the spring makes the river green as blue".
In this world that belongs to me, I hope this is the flower forest where Daiyu was buried. I also hope that in my world, there is a color of "knowing the east wind and flowers will last forever", and I hope to grow old together in the Woods of "silent spring, sunny trees and soft water".
This is my world.
There is a world that belongs to me. There are seven kinds of plants and trees, flowers and fine water. I have woven this world with my dreams. The scenery of that season alternates with time, but the reciprocating scenery is what I love.
I haven't walked out of this noisy circle for a long time, and finally I caught my leisure in this chaos, got on a car and sailed to a luxury field not far away.
Stepping on this quiet land, I was greeted only by the wind mixed with the fragrance of earth, smelling the refreshing fragrance of wild flowers, looking at the mountains wrapped in green in the distance and touching the dreams hidden in the depths of the ground by grass. I only felt that although I was not far away from the noise, I only held the peace in my arms, but at this moment, I belonged to my world.
With a pleasant aftertaste, I returned to my original heavy life. Over time, this hidden memory was quietly erased. When I was tired, I glanced out of the window casually. It turned out that I had been guarding a piece of green and ran out. This distant green shook off the dust on my body and met me again. I wonder who will appreciate this happiness? After a person enjoys it, I will be satisfied even if I stand there silently. What I am looking forward to at the moment is my world.
In the same mood, I set out to study again. It's late at night and it's freezing. I shrank into bed and fell asleep. After a busy nap, it is even sweeter, but in the dream, the looming green is more and more real, the kind of green inlaid with flowers, which is a joy that hits the heart and relieves the fatigue of the day. At this moment, I think about my world.
The green I yearn for belongs to my world, until it shrinks into my dream and becomes my soul, I know that it belongs to my world as long as I am here.
This is my world. Close your eyes, there is a world that belongs to me. Put on headphones, there is a world that belongs to me; Open the book and there is a world that belongs to me.
Once I saw a sentence on the Internet, "Put on headphones and you can have a world of your own". Maybe I don't know music, and I won't judge them, but I like listening to music. Because this is my world.
Get in the car, put on headphones and enter my world. To tell the truth, I don't like noisy environment. I can't stand that noise on the bus. It's easy to upset me and I can't calm down. Put on headphones and listen to the peaceful and steady songs coming from my ears. I will calm down, listen attentively and feel the emotions in the music with my heart. Maybe I will imagine the scene in the music and experience the singer's mood. I have my own world.
Actually, I'm afraid of loneliness. I'm afraid that walking alone and crying alone will make me flustered. I feel that I will be abandoned by the whole world. So I'm afraid of loneliness.
Put on headphones, music gives me spiritual comfort. It is like an invisible partner, accompanying me, crying and laughing together ... walking alone at night, very scared, wearing headphones; When a person is waiting for the bus, he is afraid and puts on headphones; A person at home, flustered, put on headphones. ...
When I am alone, headphones become my best companion. Just like the song "I see a lot of changes with my eyes, and sometimes I feel a little tired", headphones are like a pair of invisible wings, taking away my fantasy and giving me a world of my own …
Maybe my world is welcoming the storm, but the sunshine is always after the storm; Maybe my world is an antique; Maybe my world is green and beautiful. But anyway, this is my world.
Close your eyes, there is a fantasy world that belongs to you in your dream. Open the book, and the story in the book is being interpreted in your world.
Put on headphones, there is a world that belongs to me.
There is my world here. I like the feeling of standing on the stage, because there is my world here.
Dancing gives me courage.
"There are still places for cultural performances. Who wants to participate? " I have dreamed of dancing since I was a child. I looked around and slowly raised my right hand, ignoring the amazing eyes and contemptuous ridicule around me. I have the courage to give myself wings, because I firmly believe that dance has my own world.
Dancing taught me to struggle and persist.
When I came to the dance studio, I stood in the front row carefully, just to see the movements taught by the teacher better. Every morning, I am always the first to come to the dance studio, listening to music and reviewing the moves I taught yesterday. Every time I practice basic skills and grin with pain, there is always a force that keeps me going. Whenever my progress is not as fast as others, my heart is full of joy of hard work. Because of this, I seem to be a little closer to my dream. Dance belongs to my world for my persistence.
Dancing brings me a smile and confidence.
Standing on the stage, the lights shone, looking at the audience, smiling, raising your face confidently, dancing to the music and immersing yourself in your own dance world.
"This dance really suits you!
"Really? Thank you. " In the face of other people's praise, I smiled confidently and stopped living like an invisible man.
I like the feeling of standing on the stage, because behind my back, I have paid countless sweat. I like the feeling of standing on the stage, because at this time, I got the joy of reward. I like the feeling of standing on the stage, because dance has its own world.
This is my world 10. In the eyes of my classmates, I am a good friend who is lively and laughs. In the teacher's eyes, I am a naughty student. Actually, I also have a quiet side. I prefer the quiet world that belongs only to me to the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
Busy all morning, mentally and physically a little sleepy. Some people will choose to play ball to refresh themselves, some people will lie on the sofa and brush WeChat while watching TV, and some people will turn on the computer to watch videos and play lcl for a while. At this time, I prefer to make a cup of bitter coffee, sit on the sofa on the balcony, turn on the old record player, listen to classical music and miss happiness and sadness; Or playing the guitar and watching the sun flow through your fingers, you are the only one; Or maybe finding a book is not necessarily philosophical, meaningful, heavy and naive, as long as it is what I like. Maybe I will finish reading a novella in a few hours soon; Maybe I will read it many times, "reread the old text and don't have any fun in the book."
The afternoon sun shines on the balcony on the second floor through the gap of bamboo leaves in the yard, which is warm and comfortable. Tired of reading, I looked out of the window. The bamboo forest was dense and the pool was empty. The world was hazy in this sunshine, so far away and so kind. Close your eyes, I seem to hear a song blowing in the distance, but there seems to be no silence. ...
There is a place that belongs only to me. This is my world.
Here is my world 1 1. At that time, our head teacher asked us to donate our love to the children in the orphanage across the street. However, the teacher said, don't ask your parents for money, make your own money. I have been to that orphanage and even nicknamed the children there! His name is Xiao Yi, Xiao Er! Those sweet smiles appeared in front of my eyes, as if someone shouted in my ear, "Little Sister, did you come to see us today?" Suddenly, I saw an old woman selling those gorgeous flowers. But nobody bought it. I was reminded of the little people in the orphanage who were unloved and unloved. Think of the "giving love" activity arranged by the teacher in class. I have a good idea. I immediately ran to the old woman and asked her, "Hello! Old woman, I can help you sell these flowers, but can you give me some money as a tip? "
"Son, why do you want money? You can ask your parents for money! " "Because the teacher arranged an activity called' Donate Love', the teacher also told us not to use our parents' money, but to make money by ourselves! To experience the hardships of parents! Old woman, can you help me, but what if those people don't buy such flowers now! "
"I have an idea, I can shout!"
"Yes!" In this way, I began to shout "sell flowers, sell flowers, send wives, send lovers." ..... "Slowly, many people came up with a flower in their hands. Finally, they sold out with shouts. The old woman came up to me and said, here's a tip for you. I said: the old woman doesn't need so much! The old woman said, it's not that you are afraid of what you will lose, so you must accept the money. At some point, the old woman ran away quickly.
In this social practice, I learned a lot, and I also learned a lot. Therefore, in this world, we can cultivate your temperament, enhance your realm and open up your ideas. Does this world belong to us? "
My World 12, composed of Chinese characters and ancient poems, has a long meaning and clear pronunciation. Chinese characters are the essence of Chinese. From simple Oracle Bone Inscriptions, to dignified printing, to elegant cursive script, thousands of Chinese characters * * * write wonderful language. The evolution of Chinese characters again and again bears the love of Chinese children. Every time I see a smart and elegant Chinese character, I enter my world. Poetry is the soul of Chinese. Poetry is a willow in the Tang Dynasty, flying along the riverside, a fish in the Song Dynasty, a wisp of bright wind and a horse in bluestone, galloping in the vast grassland. Every time I read this wonderful thing, I enter my own world, where there are thousands of poems by Qian Qian, and I am alone. I am not lonely, because with the company of poetry and China people, my heart is as full as spring flowers. Chinese belongs to my world. Pinyin is the core of Chinese. Every pinyin of Chinese characters needs to be carefully carved, and the clever notes shine brightly, falling on the land of Chinese, opening Chinese flowers and circulating sweet pronunciation. Every time I hear these wonderful notes, I enter my own world. In the moss-covered hut, there was a gentle voice: outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the beautiful voice of grass and sky was washing the dusty heart. Chinese belongs to my world. I enjoy and touch Chinese in my world because Chinese belongs to my world.
There is my world here, 13, and pedestrians buried in mobile phones pass by; When a tail gas "rushes" into my nose; When the noisy roar erodes my ears, I deeply realize that it is not my world.
By chance, I entered a mountain. Smell the flowers, listen to the birds, feel the breath of Shan Ye ... I am intoxicated, this is my world!
I don't want to be illuminated by a flashlight, I just want fireflies to lead me forward; I don't want to drive, I just want to walk to the forest at a brisk pace; I don't want to be with my mobile phone, I just want to play with the animals in the forest.
Here, I seem to be with Su Shi, and he feels the artistic conception of the deep mountains and forests with me. As comfortable and beautiful as a fairyland. I seem to see him staring at the coelacanth and swimming happily. When the thrush sings repeatedly, it writes, "There are only a few fish in the water and no birds in the forest." It's raining in Mao Mao in the sky, which makes the mountain forest more fairy. Although it is not as brightly lit as the street, it gives people a static aesthetic feeling.
I was lying on the green grass, which was soft and not sashimi at all. I looked at the blue sky and couldn't help thinking. The setting sun gradually sets, and the setting sun shines on me and the mountains: his red leaves; His red flowers; It dyes the grass red; It dyes the soil red. With his help, everything becomes better! If "there are countless stone fish in the water, and there are no birds singing in the deep forest" is a kind of vitality beauty, then "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" is a kind of leisure beauty.
When night fell, the forest returned to its original silence. "People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and spring is empty." That night, I was carrying a cage of fireflies, walking, walking ... the world was really quiet.
I still remember the smell of the forest; The singing of birds makes me unforgettable; I am surprised at the splendor of flowers ... in the mountains, I have my own world.
This is my world, 14. Beautiful seeds are sown in the fields of hope. Here, I drew an elegant picture called dream. Here, there is a world that belongs to me.
When I was very young, I had an indissoluble bond with books. For some reason, people always like to compare piles of books to a "sea of books". In my opinion, books are vibrant green leaves, growing on Gundam's dream tree.
A little thing that has been branded in memory so far; When I was in grade one, I hated reading pictures and writing. Every time I write, I either scribble or read blindly. Until a class activity, the teacher took us to a rural field and pointed to a towering tree standing in the middle of the field and said,' The tree is very ordinary, but he has been working hard, like a big green umbrella, to shelter people from the wind and rain. What do you think this tree looks like? The students have many opinions. Some people say; Dashu is an industrious farmer. Some people say,' He is a natural playground for children. I muttered to myself; "He may be the world of books."
I walked all the way, talked all the way, laughed all the way and tasted all the way. I found my own world in this golden field. From then on, I fell in love with reading, like a cup of fragrant green tea, refreshing.
The man's world is actually very simple, and there is no need for gorgeous appearance decoration. You don't need to be rich. You don't need to be rich. My world is full of passion. This may break the usual silence of book lovers, but this is the truest me.
""The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. "Every time I read a good book, I feel as if I were there, and I feel as if I saw Sister Lin crying sadly. Zhuge Liang's clever plan, Liangshan heroes treat each other with sincerity, and the Monkey King uses it to kill demons ... ""Books are the ladder of human progress. " Where there are books, there is a fire of hope.
In that field of hope, under that big tree, I planted my immortal dream with seeds, and I will wait for its growth quietly. ...
Because. There is my world here.
There is my world here. Gorky said: books are the ladder of human progress. I like reading, because I have my own world here.
Once my parents took me to Xinhua Bookstore. I remember it very clearly. This is the first book I chose. I saw its beautiful cover with the words "The Wizard of Oz" written in big letters. The paper quality of this book is very good, and there are color illustrations in it. I immediately chose it and gently took it off the shelf. All I could think of was that I had to finish reading it. Passing by some bookshelves, no matter how beautiful the book cover is, it can't attract me. I held it tightly in my arms for fear of breaking it. On the way home by bus, I carefully opened the first page and began to read.
The protagonist of this book is a little girl named Dorothy. Her house was swept away by a tornado and she was taken to a strange place. I immediately began to imagine that things in Dorothy's house were rolling, and as soon as the wind stopped, they broke down. The more I think about it, the more I worry about Dorothy. So I looked down eagerly. It was the book The Wizard of Oz that opened my imagination. After reading a small chapter, I will quietly close my eyes and continue to write for it. And my sequels are always different from Frank Baum's. If it comes down, it will be another wizard of oz. From then on, I fell madly in love with reading.
Now, you know why I said I like reading. In books, people are omnipotent. Although the result was beautiful, the journey was really difficult. In books, animals can also talk, play and wear beautiful clothes like people. In the book, the castle is magical, and the floor tiles can jump down from the sky. You see, the world in the book is so beautiful!
I like reading. Reading can enrich my brain, beautify my life and cultivate my sentiment. There is a world that belongs to me!