I am no longer lonely.
The weather in the middle of winter is cold and dark, just like my mood at the moment.
I don't know when a light snow came from the sky and rustled on the ground, like something was broken, in my heart.
The result of the final exam almost suffocated me. I'm bored, I'm helpless! I obviously worked hard, but with a wave of God's huge hand, my efforts turned into disdain and ridicule, which was maximized and occupied the whole screen.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Every year, this has become a fate. The difference is that my exam results were earlier than it was born this year! Suddenly I feel that there is no spring, summer and autumn in life, only this cold winter. ...
Out of the house and into the fields.
The snow here seems smaller than at home, and the sky is a little brighter than mom's eyes. I picked up a dead branch and danced like the wind, sweeping the snow in the air. Snowflakes were not afraid, but still whirled and danced like butterflies, and finally fell to the ground. The ground is already a thin layer, white and soft, so that I can't bear to go any further for fear that it will destroy this clean and white world.
At the crease of the sleeve, a white angel floated. Is it snow? Gently fiddle with it, but there is no response; Look again, it's not a common hexagon. It turned out to be a goose feather! A small "alternative".
In the wind, it was lifted again and again, and it was put down again and again, silently without regrets. "Gravity equals 9.8N/kg", and those complicated things flashed through my mind. Yes, because of gravity, it fell to the ground; Because of its otherness, it is lonely and friendless, and it is blown away by the wind. But it seems to be very happy, without the humiliation of being teased by the wind and the loneliness of having no companions, and still stubbornly falls to the ground to find its own home.
I could have caught it, but I didn't.
I chased it to see how this non-life life would end. It won't know that someone is paying attention to it, and it still floats happily, falls silently, jumps silently and smiles. ...
Finally, it stayed in a clump of hay. Is this its final destination?
I squatted down, gently picked it up and held it in my hand, like holding a priceless treasure. "Come with me," I said to it gently. "Who let us meet in this snowstorm? It is also a friend in need. "
I know, this year, this may be the only birthday present I received. It is very light, almost weightless; But it is also very heavy, reminding me that people have gains and losses in their lives. We must be brave in facing difficulties and be optimistic in order to succeed.
A goose feather, my birthday present-no, it's a gift of life! It flutters in my heart. From then on, I was no longer lonely. With its company, I am no longer afraid of the wind and rain ahead.
I am no longer confused.
Everyone has his own book, and the gloom and glory of the theme depends on the author's mood.
I won't believe that a person will be dim or brilliant all his life. I just think everyone's book should have a chapter to record the turning point in life. I often look through a book that belongs to me. Laughter and tears, success and failure, and the turning point of life constitute that meaningful chapter.
I got full marks in the first exam, and my father praised my efforts. Cooking for the first time didn't burn the rice. My mother praised my ability. Organize a class for the first time
It will be successful. The teacher praised me for being really good. Ah, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and flower of life is brilliant.
However, life is not always smooth sailing.
On a stormy night, there was no moon, and I was lying in bed, tears blurred my vision. Why? Why do all the misfortunes come to me alone? I keep asking myself that. I remember it was a day when it never rains but it pours: my grandfather, who always loved me, suddenly left this world; Mother was admitted to the hospital because of sadness and illness; I was absent-minded in my studies, so I turned on a red light during the final exam. Life seems to be gloomy in an instant, and the gloom for several days in a row is discovered by friends. Without much language, she simply said, "Facing misfortune, challenging it and overcoming it is a different kind of happiness." I read what she said. As a result, all the misfortunes became insignificant, and I still lived as usual, and my life became moist again. The sky is not all blue and the clouds are not all white, but flower of life is always brilliant.
When I was a child, life made me understand what a habit is; When I grow up, I understand that people should learn to break habits. The alternation of failure and success makes me really realize that failure is the mother of success, and the fierce competition makes me see the reality of not advancing or retreating. When my friend handed me a farewell guest book, I suddenly tasted the taste of separation ... Life is an encyclopedia, and as long as you read it carefully, you will certainly understand something.
After experiencing the nourishment of happiness and the baptism of wind and rain, facing life, more should be in-depth thinking. And the result of thinking is: I am no longer confused.
I'm not depressed anymore
The cold wind can only destroy the body of the flower, but it can't destroy the will of the flower.
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Autumn, arrival, unconsciously.
The autumn of the soul has also arrived. In the evening, sitting under the lamp reading, I can't help but feel depressed when I think of yesterday's bad English exam. Let's go for a walk.
Moonlight dusk, walking on the country road, a desolate. The bleak autumn wind blows on me, ah, it's so cold, really. The poet said, "Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely." I think this statement is correct. Autumn wind sweeps away leaves, autumn wind and autumn rain are sad, and autumn can destroy everything. Isn't the word "worry" just "autumn comes to mind" The ancients made clever words, just like my mood at the moment.
There used to be a flower bed in front, but now it's desolate, with broken branches and leaves everywhere. Although it was "smashed into mud and crushed into ashes", it was "not as fragrant as before". They turned yellow and were blown away by the wind. It turns out that the grand occasion of competition is long gone, and there is no trace of red and green.
I just feel that I, fallen leaves and residual flowers are so similar now, and the experience is self-evident.
I feel depressed and don't want to go home. The once flourishing phoenix tree has been scarred and lonely. What was the lush scenery like in the past? Where is the majesty of the past? "The solitary phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn." Li Yu's poems actually coincide with my mood at the moment. How do you feel now? Well, I'm afraid even I can't tell now.
Looking back on my English achievements in the past, how glorious I am! I am the teacher's pet and the head of my classmates, but the good times don't last long, and pride makes people fall behind. Now I really realize its true meaning and try its power. When it attacked me, I was at a loss, completely collapsed and became fragile. I remember but my legs are weak. I want to climb forward but I'm not willing.
The teacher's neglect chilled me, and I fell into a dark abyss. Can I make a comeback?
In front of us are some remnants of grass killed by the cold wind. They have withered and lost their former vitality. They just silently wait for the moment when "the east wind turns green and the governor is grass", but they don't make progress. Alas!
Oh? What is that? Take a closer look, several clusters of yellowish wild chrysanthemums tremble slightly in the wind, struggling tenaciously with autumn.
I was stunned. I didn't know this flower was so strong and stood proudly in the cold wind, firmly believing that success was just around the corner. Facing the wild chrysanthemum, I am thinking deeply: wild chrysanthemum is so, then, what about me? Can I still be afraid of difficulties? Can I still be willing to lag behind, be willing to be a chess piece, and be willing to be a green leaf with flowers but self-righteous obscurity?
No, absolutely not! A setback is nothing, how can you live in the first place. Everyone is a green leaf, who is a red flower? Everyone should be a paving stone, who will become a tower?
The air flow is smooth, the sky is clear, the full moon is bright, and the mind is open.
I hurried home and wrote Zong Pu's words "Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless" on the title page of the book. From then on, I was no longer depressed. I will greet everything life has given me with a smile.
I stopped looking up at the tree.
Time is a tree. Only when the old leaves wither can new buds grow. I just want to stand under that tree and look up at the sky again. -inscription
There is a tree on campus, I don't know its name, but it is so tall and straight, evergreen all the year round, and there is a light spot on the lush leaves, standing proudly.
When I first saw the tree, I met her, and both of them looked up at the canopy at the same time and gave a sigh of "how high". Look back and smile at each other, and the mountains and rivers will ring from now on. Young people are full of lofty sentiments. We should knock on the door of Fuzhou No.1 Middle School! From then on, the clouds floating in the sky, under the big tree is the figure of our comparison results. I won less and lost more. I lost interest for a long time, and I was so angry that I didn't want to talk to her.
The child's breath is like passing clouds and smoke, and he hurried away when he came. In the second day of junior high school, I sat by the window, which was very cool. She may have got a sunburn. After several hesitations, she finally came to me and said with a smile, "It's almost as tall as a tree. Do you still want to bet on children? " In fact, at that time, I was as tall as a tree root, only the classroom was raised by one floor, and then I just looked up slightly at the top of the tree. Soon made up, our schoolwork burden increased a lot, occasionally looked up, just confused.