I understood the original family relationship, and inadvertently, many things went away. -Inscription When I was a child, I would blame you. When you meet me, you always come and go in a hurry. I always hear what you say the most. You have to go. See you next time. I don't care, maybe I'm young and ignorant or I'm used to it. I remember one day when I was a child, in kindergarten, a child sarcastically asked, "Why doesn't your mother always come to pick you up?" After that, I will miss you. I can't help it So, when you came to see me say that sentence again, you cried and hugged you and asked why you didn't pick me up. You let go of my hand and said you were busy. Still missing. On that occasion, I cried very sadly, but my child didn't remember anything after crying. Life is like this. Day after day, year after year. If you are sensible, you will be accused of growing up with your mother like other children, but you will find that you are not as happy as you thought. I have known that you have gallstones since I lived with you. I never took it as anything, because I never knew how painful it was. Finally, you live in that place where disinfectants are everywhere. After the operation, you were lying flat on the bed, talking to me as if tears were coming down, but I tried not to cry and asked you if it hurt, but you still gave me a weak answer: "What do you think?" I said it must hurt. After leaving the hospital, you have been talking about how poor my health is, but it is actually worse than me. Sometimes, I will blame you and say, "Take care of yourself. I can't even take care of myself. How can I take care of your precious daughter? " Now, I will love you. Now, I finally understand that kinship is a place of love, a place full of love. What a poor child I would be without you. So I decided to love you as much as you love me, but I must love you. The warm sunshine crawled lazily into the window, and suddenly you were by your side, smiling as brightly as a star. It's good to have you. Mom, actually, you know what? I've always wanted to tell you myself, "It's not easy for you to ask me. But you don't ask the price. I have always wanted to thank you personally, because you have been giving me strength, not afraid, not timid. " Mom, in fact, I love you very much, but I never said it seriously. Do the happiest thing for your mother, and say to her when she is happy: "Mom, I love you." I understand the heartbeat, breeze and waning moon at night, which set off the glory and charm of the night; Surrounded by clouds, it takes away the infinity of the night and the whisper of the wind; The moonlight rotates, taking away the tenderness of the night, but not the heartbeat of the night. The heartbeat of the night is moving. As the sun sets, the sunset glow reddened half the sky, and a deep trace appeared at the place where the earth was connected with the sky. I think it is the shadow of night, and it is night. Every household turned on the lights and soon went out, leaving only the night sky, which looked boundless. Seven or eight stars scattered in the night sky, dotted with this thin gauze-like air, I was immersed in this mysterious and beautiful night. Soon, at midnight, there was a harsh voice from outside, which completely broke the tranquility of the night and cast a layer of noise on the poetic night sky that should not belong to it. I don't know what that sound is "swish, swish, swish ……", which broke my dream of daydreaming at night. Since then, such annoying sounds have sounded in the same direction at the same time every day. I began to hate such sounds because they disturbed the atmosphere at night. I don't like listening to night talk anymore. I fell asleep long before the sound, but ... these days, when the middle school entrance examination began, my mother came to me and said, "Go to my shop and sleep!" " Work overtime over there at night, or I'll bother you. ""Ah! Architecture? "I finally figured out how the strange sound came every night. My mother also told me that they were working day and night for fear of rain delaying the project! I see! In order not to miss the construction period and let the buyers see the house earlier, a group of simple migrant workers work day and night, their iron bones still don't put down their burdens at night, and their steel-like arms carry loads in reinforced concrete. They are full of family expectations and children's expectations, and they interpret the most profound meaning of labor with sweat in the dark. Tonight, the stars are still shining, but it is not so bright around the moon, so all the beautiful things and admiring eyes don't have to be cast high. At midnight, "swish! Hey! Wooshing ... "The voice still rings, melting in the night, smooth and beautiful, oh! This is the heartbeat of the night, the heartbeat of the city. The breeze is blowing the grass in the distance, the moon has lost its luster and the stars are shining. On the other side of the city, under the night sky, a group of migrant workers are groping. In this world, there must be a night sky, and at night, there must be a moving heartbeat ... I understand the heartbeat at night and am very moved ... to be a conscientious person. Every time, I visit there with a sincere heart. The scenery is green and the flowers are burning. It sings and dances lightly, and gives birth to lotus flowers step by step. Be a conscientious person and plunge into the world of poetry. I am a sensitive person. If you don't mean it, how can you understand the flashing thoughts and warm feelings of human beings? Intentional, I understand that the violet layman "laughs and goes out, are we Artemisia people?" Consciously understand the depressed indignation of Du Gongbu's "Zhumen wine stinks and freezes the bones"; If I have the heart, I can understand Jia Xuan's ambition of "patting all over the railing and no one coming to board" ... I am so close to them, I close my eyes and my heart is still shaking. I learned a lot, including sticking to my original heart, worrying about my country and people, and forging ahead. I can't count how much nutrition I absorbed, but I know that thousands of years ago they would be silent and smile because of people's understanding. Be a willing heart and invite to the ocean of joy. I am driving a boat and boating in Le Hai, with fragrance. I think they must have a heart like the sun and the moon. A song "Mountain Flowing Water" has gone through thousands of years, and the lingering sound is endless. Every time I hear this tune playing in the music, I can't help feeling sorry for Boya and her son. This music grinds my heart again and again. I always marvel at the melancholy of the song "Lin Chong Running at Night". The strings of this song are so loud, but they render deep sadness. Lin chong's heart is probably as depressed as that hakodate. I will never be like him. I will try my best to spread mushrooms for myself and others. When I was young, I thought to myself. A wisp of unvoiced yuan was cut off. I am grateful for my sensitive heart, my ears and my eyes are beating for my perception of this ocean. There are poems and music, and after hiding the light, they are all flowers. A rich heart enables people to face this flashy life calmly and discover all kinds of lost beauty. Be a man with a conscience and come with me to other places. In poetry and music, the surge of emotion will eventually fade into a knowing smile on our faces. Full score reason: to be a conscientious person, you can taste the charm of poetry and understand the soul of music! Isn't it intoxicating for candidates to express their understanding of the beauty of poetry with exquisite structure and beautiful language personality? Passionate autumn, leaves are falling, like dancing butterflies, and red maple leaves are everywhere, setting off golden colors. Isn't it amazing? In the dreamlike winter, the snow dances ballet like an elf, falling from the sky lively, and the earth is wrapped in silver, as if it were in a fairy tale world. Isn't it charming? Being a conscientious person will make you feel more beautiful. Be a conscientious person in the book. When reading, you will often gain more by reading carefully instead of looking at the flowers: in the warm dialogue between Tagore and flying pigeons, you will feel the simplicity of life; In the light and shadow of Qinhuai River, I can read my father's old back; Under the small bucket lamp on a cold night, I realized the selflessness and greatness of maternal love; In the stormy sky, I realized the old man's unyielding struggle against the sea; And Li Bai's sentence, "Go out laughing, is our generation rich?" "Du Fu's feeling of" a vast expanse of towers, the poor world is happy "; Gong Zizhen's persistence that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more" ... If you are a conscientious person, you will feel more true feelings. Be a conscientious person in diet. When you pay attention to the delicious food in your life, you will get more enjoyment. In the vast pampas Plateau, barbecue has become the first choice for people to get together; In the Nordic continent of the fairy tale kingdom, all kinds of seafood have been active on people's tables; In prosperous America, simple fast food has been recognized by the world; In romantic France, the rich smell of foie gras snails makes diners salivate ... The diets in different regions show different cultures. Being a conscientious person will make you feel happier. Be a conscientious person and taste the beauty of nature; Be a conscientious person and understand the beauty of knowledge; Be a conscientious person and feel the strangeness of food culture ... Let's be a conscientious person and feel the beauty of life.
Do you mean the heart beating regularly in our chest or the heart full of thoughts and feelings? Perhaps, no matter what kind of heart, you can listen to the world with your heart. First, my heart is holding a cup of fragrant tea with poems in the days when the rain is still falling, and leafing through the yellowed poems in my hand. Close your eyes and listen attentively to the sadness of the ancients: Xin Qiji's "Fifty Strings Crossing the Great Wall" seems to be the passionate bugle call of the soldiers, but it is moved by his deep patriotic feelings; Li Qingzhao chanted "one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure sorrow". Oh, you miss your husband, right? When I can feel it with my heart, I am impressed by her calmness in living alone; Li Shangyin wrote down "Why does my Jinse have fifty strings, and each string is a flower-like interval of youth" to remember his dead wife and listen attentively. However, I feel that the passage of time is helpless. This is the original intention, right? The shallow deafness and deep hatred in that poem can only be achieved with such intentions. Then, I would like to be a conscientious person and use my heart to get close to the feelings entrusted by the ancients in poetry. Second, the heart follows the sense of music. I sat quietly in front of the piano and gently played a Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata with my fingertips. With a sense of music and Beethoven's music, I can't help but imagine how deaf he was when he touched black and white keys. Black and white keys, perhaps like his cold heart. However, black and white can also create colors, and {Symphony of Destiny} is the best proof. Listen attentively and hear the cello prolong Beethoven's persistence; Listening attentively and hearing the heavy call of bassoon is Beethoven's oath to fight against fate. Xin attentively listened to him turn black and white into color and gray into tenacity. Then, I also want to be a man with a conscience and feel the power in Beethoven's music with my heart. Third, the heart follows the rhythm. After all, it is your own. Why not listen to your own world with your heart? What am I thinking at the moment? Yes, it is youth. The happiness in my life is as sweet as sugar, because I can walk hand in hand with my best friend in the warm afternoon of grass and wind. When sugar melts, I feel sad. My best friend is leaving me. How can I not be sad? However, it doesn't matter, although the years are short, we have swam hand in hand in the most beautiful youth! So, let me put on the most beautiful smiling face with my heart, let my best friend see the deepest blessing in my heart, and let me taste the sadness of parting in my time. Is this what you want? Maybe, but for me, reading poetry, listening to music and realizing myself with my heart have even been achieved. There is still no wind, and it is raining without rain. Only with your heart can you hear the stories in the depths of the world. Then, I will be a conscientious person, and I will listen to the world and the beauty. Why not be a man with a conscience? Let the dream fly and shine on the mirror, and the mirror will accumulate it and refract it on me. I am weaving an uncertain dream of youth in this small world woven by light beams. On a dark night without the moon, I was walking in the shadow of a lamp and suddenly smelled a strange and sad smell. Depression followed. I really want to grow up and walk through this boring and boring cardamom years. I looked in the mirror at the window, and an ordinary figure appeared in front of me, with acne all over my face and out of shape. Hey, what an ugly duckling! Suddenly I seemed to hear a voice calling in the distance, and I hurried back. Stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of us, meteor, ah, meteor! I want to make a good wish, but the time for making a wish has quietly passed away in surprise. Meteors cut through the boundless night sky and disappeared at the end of the day. I can't feel tears. I'm afraid this self-pity fragile heart will break into this tear. I regret this fleeting and short-lived beauty. Should my life be so brilliant? Have I ever been so brilliant? I was imprisoned in a cage of inferiority and couldn't find a way out. Heartache numb, at a loss, pain at a loss. I just sat in front of the window for a long time, for a long time ... I don't know how long it took, but dawn opened my sleepy eyes. I took a deep breath of fresh air outside the window, walked to the mirror, stretched out my arms and stretched for a long time. I'm still ordinary, and suddenly, I have a strange smile. I seem to be suddenly enlightened in the mirror, like a butterfly flapping its wings, full of growing passion and vitality. I suddenly saw the moment when the bright light of the meteor lit up the night sky ... self-evident. I open my palm, holding the golden sunshine carefully, bending my hands into a heart shape, facing the mirror and myself! Let dreams fly. I live in my own little world. Sadness and inferiority are my clothes. One day, the dawn shone on me and shattered my sadness. So I spread my wings and rushed out of the cell to let the sun weave new dreams. I spread my wings and fly with my dreams! -P.S.