The last monthly exam, the result was not very satisfactory, and it fell from the first place in the grade to 2 1. So, you called me to my office and analyzed the reasons with me.
"impetuous."
You clearly pointed out.
I have nothing to say.
Looking back on what I have done this month, my heart is shaking. In class, I didn't listen wholeheartedly; After class, I didn't seize the precious "golden two minutes" to review, but went out to play; I didn't write my homework carefully, let alone make some extra-curricular supplements. I feel my face is so hot that I can't even look up into your eyes.
"Not practical!"
You continue to say, "The higher the ranking, the harder it is to hold, but you seem to have given up the first position comfortably!" "
I can only try to keep my head down. Because I feel guilty.
You went on to say, "How many people are staring at your position now, sharpening their heads and trying to climb up? Why not appreciate it? " It's easy to fight the country, but difficult to defend it! Going down, thinking about it is not as easy as you think! "
I nodded my head gently.
I can feel that there is blame and dissatisfaction in your words, but more is regret for me. I know I was wrong. I really shouldn't be so careless and proud. I regret it, but there is no regret medicine in this world. The fact is so true that I can hardly erase it. However, this has also become history and a turned page! Now, I don't want to be immersed in the pain of failure forever, but I want to make all preparations and draw the coming page with my best and truest self!
Finally, you said, "At the end of the term, I want to see your sincerity in admitting your mistake. Your grades will tell everything."
Then you patted me on the shoulder.
My heart is like an invisible force, warming me and inspiring me.
Thank you for tearing my pride. Thank you for letting me realize my shortcomings. Thank you for touching my heartstrings!
I want to work hard, I want to make progress, and I don't want to let you down again! I want to be myself!
It is you who inspire me to make progress, you urge me to move forward, and you touch my heartstrings!
You touched my heart. The moonlight seems to have covered the whole world with a mist. The trees swayed gently with the wind, casting mottled shadows on the screen window. The night is as quiet as water. It seems to swallow everything. In silence, I unconsciously think of you who touched my heartstrings.
It is your generosity, not your tolerance, that touches my heartstrings. Perhaps most people think that you made Princess Xiaoxiang miserable, and you made Prince Hongyi crazy. However, who has seen your kindness? It is you who let the bullied Xiangling find the only happiness. It is you who make Xiangyun feel warm after losing her parents since childhood. You gave the bird's nest to the arrogant Xiaoxiang. Daiyu thinks you are a "traitor", and you are not angry when Baoyu satirizes you as "fat and afraid of heat". You just give people a cold smile and then hide yourself in the boundless darkness.
What touches my heartstrings is your pursuit and your dream. You come from a rich family and have a beautiful face. You and your mother appear in Jiafu, which is considered to be for power and status. Is it your fault? Shouldn't a person have a pursuit? You came to Beijing to choose a concubine. When you wrote "Good wind sent me to Qingyun with its power" in "Catkin Ci", everyone looked at you with new eyes. Your literary talent, your dreams, have reflected your extraordinary. You didn't just wait passively like Daiyu did. You try to win more people's admiration. With your wisdom, you won the appreciation of Jia Mu and got the important password of "golden jade and good marriage". Your spirit of actively pursuing your dreams really impressed me.
What touches my heartstrings is your hidden feelings about Baoyu. When you hit Baoyu, people are always moved by Daiyu's eyes, which are red and swollen like walnuts. But who heard your quiet exhortation to Baoyu and saw your concerned eyes? When Daiyu burned the manuscript and broke her infatuation, when Daiyu was lying in a hospital bed and shouted her last sentence with all her strength, people shed tears of emotion, but who remembers you in the dark? On your wedding day, Baoyu called you "Sister Lin", and you were heartbroken. Baoyu became a monk, leaving only you a posthumous child, how can he not be sad! But you dried your tears, decided to be a widow, and did your duty for Baoyu.
During the day, you don't understand the darkness at night. In the dark, your smile, your tears and your pain have deeply touched my heartstrings and made me admire you.
What a treasure chai!
You touched my heart. The wind blows at the beginning, the water waves are cold, the plum blossoms are blooming, and the clouds are rustling. At night, it's cool, rainy and broken. I walked around with a plain umbrella and stood alone in front of the old house in my hometown. Blue bricks and black tiles, towering white walls, and the broken sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface touched my heartstrings at that moment.
Houses in the south of the Yangtze River have a deep ancient connotation. There are cracks in the eaves of ancient stone carvings, and the brick corners have yellowed and fallen off, growing a robust cactus. The light in the room is dark, and the slight candlelight makes people feel pity; The paint on the wooden stairs faded, narrow and worn, and creaked. I stood in front of the house and listened to the whispers of the old house for a long time.
A piece of Chun Xue, the ancient house touches my heartstrings. Qin Afang's platform is warm, and Han Weiyang's ballroom is cold, and scenes reappear. How many vagrants' dreams of wealth and glory are woven by the shallow songs on Qinhuai River every night? However, the old house cut off my young imagination with beating notes, and it showed me the real world with vicissitudes. It turns out that all the glitz is just a passing sight. The power we seek can only satisfy the vanity of that moment. When it disappeared, we realized soberly but painfully that all we had was a drop in the ocean.
A song of high mountains and flowing water, the ancient house stirs my heartstrings. Epiphyllum blooms only for a moment, cherry ripens only for one season, and life is too short to make a cup of unsweetened coffee. Strange white flowers in the damp old house floated like shadows in the dim light, making the old house sing in a low voice. It turns out that the biggest loss is only yourself, chasing everything you don't get, forgetting everything you have, filling your heart with dissatisfaction and helplessness and squeezing out pleasure. After a long time, the ancient house watched the buttonwood leaves blossom, and had long known indifference and freedom in the mysterious nature.
The fishing boat sings late, and the old house touches my heart. On rainy days, the pond in the courtyard ripples with bells; On a sunny day, the corrugated roof of the house waved gold thread. Fate is in the sky, touching people. Happiness and sadness are only one step away. Just a smile, you can bloom the sunflower in Provence, which is warm and beautiful. Look at the ancient houses in the west, which are damp and dreary; Looking at the ancient houses in the East, it is elegant and noble. It's just an angle change, but it has changed everything in the ancient house.
The sky is rendered by ink and wash, getting darker and darker. I stood in front of the old house with an umbrella and didn't leave for a long time. Old house, you touched my heartstrings and led me to the dawn!
You touched my heart. Composition 4 When Dong's voice became hoarse again, when Dong's voice became hoarse again, it was a tremor, a tremor, which was my heartstring. Have you touched my heart again?
Your gesture of flying from a thousand years ago resonated with me. You are flying in the Mogao Grottoes.
Your elegant posture, gentle smile, slender hands, fiddling with the pipa. You are a wonderful flower in that art garden, and you have witnessed the rise and fall of thousands of generations. You have witnessed the rich remains of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the leisurely softness of the Sui Dynasty. Have you witnessed it? You flew in a thousand years ago, which resonated with me. I accompany the color to flow up and down, enjoying myself in the whirlpool of art, let me capture a dance of yours, accompany your pipa music and listen to the sound of history. This is a prosperous time when noisy people are singing and dancing!
The color you precipitated thousands of years ago touched my heartstrings. You are the crescent moon spring in Dunhuang.
You don't have the grandeur of the Yellow River, the stretch of the Yangtze River and the charm of the West Lake. But you are special. You are like a bright moon, leaning against Mingsha Mountain, and the roaring yellow sand is mixed with gravel and brushed your cheeks. I am surprised! You have not been wiped out by this terrible storm! Crescent spring is green, greener than the stream in Jiangnan town, yes! This green is dark. You struck a chord with me, and I heard your song in the yellow sand and scorching sun: the storm can't stop you from moving forward, and the sand can't stop you from running. You laugh at the desert and nourish this land with your own body. There are some mysterious ducks floating on your body, gently following your rhythm and touching my heartstrings. That is purity and beauty!
I am touched by your perseverance of not fearing death.
You are a tangled poplar in the desert.
You stand alone in the hot desert, with a green head and a unique sunset in the west. When the hot sun scorched your dry back, you shed bloody "tears". When you broke your arm to save Xiao Yang who was dying around you, my heartstrings were touched. That is a kind of care beyond life and death, enough to make you respect! I stared at your broken branch and realized that it was more than perseverance?
Accompanied by the afterglow in the west, I appreciate the scenery in the west, flying in the sky, crescent moon springs and poplars. These have touched my heart, and my feelings in my heart are far more than these words?
You touched my heart. In my heart, Li Qingzhao is a beautiful god standing in the yellow flowers. Like a fragrant wind, she came through the time and space of history. She is like a white cloud, floating in people's hearts forever; She is like a clean stream, washing people's hearts.
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If you give me a choice to live in ancient times, I will definitely choose the Song Dynasty, especially in the late Song Dynasty, with you-Li Qingzhao. I really want to travel through time and space and share happiness with you; I really want to travel through time and space to erase the sadness in my eyes for you; I really want to travel through time and space and shout with you-shout out that disappointment, that ambition.
I recognized you in "The West Pavilion always remembers the sunset, I don't know the way home"; I met you in "Life is a hero, death is a ghost", and I met you in "Everything is human, tears flow first".
I met you the first time I walked into the hall of poetry. You are so comfortable that I learned to taste life and express my feelings in poetry. You have expressed the pain of parting, "don't forget yourself" and issued a thousand lamentations that "people are thinner than yellow flowers". Sadness runs through, and the integrity, material state and human feelings of late autumn are already in sight.
Gradually, I got to know you. You are so strong. After being separated from my lover, I can still have the patriotic feelings of "living as a hero and dying as a ghost" after losing my spiritual food and spiritual pillar. Your strength inspires me. At that time, I was at the bottom of my studies and was about to give up. It's you, it's your strength that helped me and helped me to succeed. Thank you, thank you for making me strong and brave.
Best, I intersect with you. You are too melancholy. If the country breaks down and the husband dies, you will have the testimony that "things are wrong." I'm talking to you again. After entering middle school, I deeply felt the separation.
Yi an, I often think, what kind of woman should you be? Is it as beautiful and gentle as Jiangnan women? What kind of subtle and natural scroll breath should your brow have? Like chrysanthemums in the east fence, lofty and boastful, without touching the slightest dust in the world? How delicate and sentimental should your heart be?
Extraordinary spirit, Yi An, I think you must be like this. Just like your name-Li Qingzhao, the lotus shines on the water, muddy but not stained, clear but not demon, lonely and far away from the world.
You struck a chord with me. I leaned against the window to think of Yi 'an and saw a solitary lotus.