Writing with you 1 Time flies and the ink is overflowing. Although life is short, my mouth always rises with you.
When I first met you, I was ignorant. Memories have long been rubble, not picked up by me. I only remember that one day, the sun shone on the blackboard, and we sang "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home" in the classroom. From then on, I learned that countless homesickness words can be expressed by you without reservation. "But when you go up a storey still higher, your horizons will be broadened by 300 li." You told me that success is possible only if you pursue it, so I made up my mind to stay with you all my life and never let go. At this time, you also accompanied me for six years.
Knowing you again is Li Yu's "Nothing to say when going to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn." You are beautiful in his works, but behind the sadness, there is a sadness of national subjugation. In Li Qingzhao's works, you are more homesick, and the scene of a boudoir lady appears in my mind. At the same time, Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun" is afraid that the ship can't carry many worries, which expresses her unparalleled sadness. It turns out that from now on, you are no longer a simple person. To understand you, you must rely on the connotation behind you. You spent many days and nights with me, and you worked hard with me.
I met a different you again-I was shocked by the ordinary and simple oath in the Book of Songs, that is, "share life and death, grow old with my son, and grow old with my son". "Jing Nv Shu Qi, as soon as I am in the corner, I will love but not see. Waiting for my lover's gesture made me laugh again. " Green and green, lingering in my heart, not seeing for a day, like March "makes me anxious about missing my lover." How can I not fall in love with so many kinds of you? There will be a long time, I will insist that you accompany me until the end of the future! From ancient times to the present, how many literati have been pushing cups for a change, and they improvised you when they fought in the battlefield, which has since become a masterpiece.
At the same time, it should also be said that "there are talented people in Jiangshan generation, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years"! Time flies and people's hearts turn pale. I want to sit alone in a corner, holding a book in my hand, watching a window of time, and stay with you until "there is no edge in the mountain, and heaven and earth meet", watching the fleeting fireworks with you and watching the years quietly. Have your company, half a cup of green tea, and accompany you!
Walking on the wide road with you, the bright lights reflect my tired figure, listening to songs about youth and savoring the past memories of youth, but I don't want youth to slip away quietly.
On such a night, I suddenly feel that I have grown up, and I am really afraid. I feel that I am slowly losing my youth, and I can never find the time that has flown back, like a meteor. It makes me old, makes me mature like an old man, and I can completely live in peace with life. I am still falling in the air like scattered petals, but I still have that simplicity. I cling to my original self like a naive child. ...
The flow of time makes people always have no time to feel, appreciate and regret, so it may be a regret to rush through the course of life in the boat of time. On such a night, I miss the days I spent with my youth, how simple and ignorant. Those beautiful fantasies and dreams are intertwined, which is tears and happiness. ...
After a baptism of autumn rain, those lush years seem to flow faster than before. After the autumn rain, colorful colors and magnificent neon lights are suspended in the cool air, the sky is still gloomy and the spirit is still in a trance. Some people say that youth is indescribable sadness, but we may not realize how ignorant we are now. ...
Youth, the days we passed together, is full of surprises and joys, as well as countless troubles and sorrows. In those youthful days, I can vent my troubles loudly and then think about it; I can still hold my head high after failure; I can look forward to my future anytime and anywhere; I can share my happiness with every friend …
Youth, in the days we walked together, is a tortuous and intriguing mountain road. There are so many novelties in every step, but there are always setbacks. Although the road is difficult, youth makes me have no obstacles. If you fall, stand up and pat the dust on your body, and you can stride forward. ...
Youth, the days we walked together, is a fragment of memory. It is like a key, which will quietly open your dusty heart at a certain moment, lead us to find the scars of vicissitudes of life and taste the songs in the distance. It will also let you quietly reminisce about each classmate's speech after many years, pick up the fragmentary souvenirs that have lost their luster, and turn over the faded old photos in your mind from time to time. ...
Youth, in the days we walked together, the laughter of youth was scattered all the way, only sunshine, no sadness. However, at a certain moment of one day, when we were laughing at the vast starry sky overhead, I suddenly became quiet. Those injuries come to mind, just like a sad nightmare, deeply unable to break free, and the world becomes gentle and quiet in an instant.
These sunny days, those lush years, lost in the long river of time, those very familiar songs, scattered all over the place in our tired roar, without feeling! Although the day of parting has passed for a long time, it seems to be just around the corner. I can't believe that we are so old. Those eternal vows and eternal youth are slowly forgotten in our minds. ...
Youth has you with me. .......
In my life, there are some things that I can't see or touch, sometimes from my parents, sometimes from my grandparents, sometimes from my teacher ... Maybe everyone hates it, but it warms us up again and again and urges us to make progress. Its name is "nagging".
In the morning, my mother grabbed me when I was about to go out, took a coat and said to me, "put this on." It is cool outside today. Put it on quickly. I caught a cold, but it was you who felt uncomfortable ... "I knew my mother would talk a lot to me if I didn't wear it, so I quickly took my coat. Just out of the house, a chill hit, I quickly put on my coat, thinking that thanks to my mother's nagging, I didn't care at first. I only heard a cold wind like a fierce beast, whistling from far to near, as if I could overturn the trees on the roadside at any time, but I didn't feel a trace of cold, so I walked warmly to school.
Every time I go to grandma's house for dinner, I have to prepare my ears. The last time I went, after dinner, as soon as I picked up my mobile phone, my grandmother said to me, "Son, you must study hard." Don't suffer from illiteracy like your grandmother. " Don't play mobile phone all day, so as not to get addicted to internet; Listen to state affairs when watching TV; Listen to the teacher carefully in class and remember what to remember. Look at your brother, when he was a junior, so many companies rushed to want him ... "These words are basically the same every time I go, just like filling in the blanks. After saying the last sentence, I can fill in the next sentence. But it is because of these words over and over again that I can move forward bravely. (fragment 2: urging from grandma. )
At the end of the monthly exam, my grades were not satisfactory. The teacher called me over and criticized me and said, "Do you still want to focus on the exam?" Is your state worthy of your parents? Let you go to school here for fun? ..... go back and think about it yourself. "I don't know how many times the teacher said these words, but I felt a little annoyed at that time. Then think about what sentences are meaningful. I really want to thank my teacher. It is these criticisms that have pulled me back from the abyss of hesitation and retrogression, reflected on myself and revised my learning goals again.
Thank you for nagging. I learned a lot during my days with you. In the days to come, I have to ask your advice.
I have known you for more than a month, and I always feel that I have known you for a long time. The only thing that is certain now is that we are in love. You are my first love, I am yours ... I really don't understand this. You said that we could talk slowly in the future, so you gave me a homemade e-book. You said it was an article you wrote in recent years, which was very practical, cynical and graffiti ... You told me not to snicker after reading it, but I still couldn't help laughing, hehe just didn't let you know. I've always been curious about your past feelings, but some of the e-books were written by you, leaving me so much suspense.
Because I was bored a few days ago, I actually searched your screen name in Baidu, accidentally broke into your blog and read more articles you wrote. There are many articles about your past feelings, which are not in e-books. Maybe it's because we've known each other for a short time that you never mentioned anything, or are you worried that I'm jealous? I also know that I will be jealous, but I really, really want to know …
But this will know your story with her, and I feel a little lost. The story about you and her really made me jealous at first, but in the end, she didn't cherish you, leaving you sad and chose to leave. But I'm glad you didn't have an ending. We had a chance to get to know each other. Of course, I also want to thank her for leaving, which not only made our story come true, but also made me have you. We can write our future with you, and it's beautiful to think about it.
I have no time to participate in your past, but your future must be accompanied by me.
You have been with me for so many years, rain or shine, I have come. Thank you for your company.
When we were young, we played together, cried together and laughed together, which added luster to our childhood.
Thank you, my partner.
In primary school, we went to school together and did homework together to enrich our lives.
Thank you. I have very little hair.
In middle school, we studied hard and had fun together, and walked through junior high school.
Thank you, friend.
Nice to meet you like-minded people in high school.
We walked all the way rain or shine.
Thank you, my bosom friend.
Along the way, we suffered and enjoyed together. Let's have a cigarette and a glass of wine.
You let me know what friendship is, what friendship is and what brothers are.
You helped me find support when I was helpless.
You made me really understand happiness.
Thank you, my brother.
Adolescence, hazy love, sometimes hidden.
I feel happy with you.
Feel warm,
You let me know what is like and what is love.
Thank you for your sensitivity.
You are the driving force for my growth on the road of life.
With you, I think life is very meaningful.
Thank you for your company all the way.
I really feel very happy.
You have experienced many ups and downs along the way. I used to sway alone in the wind like grass, but fortunately, I have your company. -inscription
"Love floats with the wind, across your mouth and to the ends of the earth." My heart has been responding to this gentle signal, trying to calm down in a big garden, and my thoughts disturbed by the breeze of my mother's love can't wake up. I remember that I used to sleep comfortably in my mother's arms, like a little big child; I remembered the stars last night and the wind last night. ...
Just speechless.
My mother said that the older I get, the less I talk, and my father agreed. Then I often defend myself in their attacks: "Where?" In fact, I don't understand why I have changed so much. All I know is that my heart is beating steadily and uniformly. It won't pounce and roar like a awakened lion because of a little thing. He won't. He just wants to find a quiet corner to hide all his emotions and reason. Once, when I was in primary school, I asked my parents for a few dollars, because after school, I had to discuss with several classmates the problem of housewives using plastic bags in the market. Then when I left the team, I passed a fruit stand and looked at those attractive and sweet peaches. Suddenly, they looked very tired. I bought some peaches for my parents for the first time. Although it was boring and bought with my mother's money, I felt that my mouth was as sweet and greasy as honey, and my heart began to beat irregularly. It seems to be expecting a good result. However, when I walked to the door and was stung by the bright white harmonious light, a face-to-face question came: "Where have you been?" I looked up and saw the whole family sitting at the table. They were all looking at me. "No, I went to the study. You also know that. " I answered bored and went in. My mother pointed to the shopping bag in my hand: "What is this?" "Peaches." I answered truthfully: I bought it for you to eat. ""also said that didn't go to play? ! I give you money, and you spend it on such things? ! Do you know how difficult it is to make money now? Your father and I live day and night, making ends meet! You are fine, you don't study hard! What time is it now? ！” Depression gradually filled the small room. I looked down and wiped away the tears that I wanted to overflow soon.
"Good intentions do bad things." It's probably my realm.
Just miss you.
I used to say that I was ignorant because I was "young and ignorant", but now, I finally understand that family love is a place full of love. I don't want to go out to play on Saturday and Sunday because I want to spend more time with you. I am very considerate, because I don't go home to go shopping without buying clothes, and I take on more and more housework. That's just because, for you, I miss you.
"Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt; If you want to grow up quickly, you can protect her ... "Until the whole world is flooded, at the end of time, I will irrigate this flower field with tenderness and let Ai Miao grow continuously.
Anyway, whether we are unfamiliar or familiar, rich or poor, we are all destined to live for a lifetime. It is because of your company that my life has become so colorful. If we are not together, it is the biggest defect in the world.
Mom and Dad, I love you!
With you, the night is bright.
A street lamp at dusk, a lonely figure.
An unruly stray cat, a melting spring.
I always thought I was extraordinary in the ordinary-an ugly duckling who could never fly into the blue sky among many white swans. I have no confidence, but I never want to prove to anyone that I am an ugly duckling. I don't live to beg for sympathy, to win anyone's favor, or to look pitiful. I pray for angel arrival to give me strength every day-I just know that I am not the best. So it's not uncommon for a "lone ranger" to walk alone every day-until I see it.
A stray cat, a black disabled wildcat, can never slow down her strength in her pupil. I believe it was my reincarnation. Its forelimbs are bandaged and there is no heroic behavior. It lives the same life as a stray cat, relying on some charity from others or looking for unpalatable food in the trash can every day to survive.
God arranged an accidental meeting and started two gorgeous reversals.
I don't have fun with it like others, watching it eat, and let it repel this seemingly "begging" behavior from the bottom of my heart. I stand in the distance, it's night, it's night. It felt deja vu in the air, didn't care too much, and gained a tacit understanding in acquiescence, which was based on their blocked hearts and trust like a friend in need. The sunset seems to be rising.
Every night on the way home from self-study, it follows my pace at a distance of one meter, and we are thinking about our own worries:
"Maybe my grades have dropped these days, but I will try my best to get it back. I won't let others look down on me because of this. " "Maybe my master who abandoned me thinks I can't live, but I must open up a sky for myself with persistence. I won't become a begging cat because of a disabled cat and her. "
The New Year, which originated from the deep heart, brought two once confused hearts together.
But ... in one night, it disappeared, just like a dream, and only the shadow of memory followed its footsteps. "Kangkang ...: This is the name I gave her. I met the disabled one under the waning moon. I don't know why it disappeared into my world like a meteor. I'm not crying, I'm not sad. I feel my body is melting into a soul, an unyielding soul. ...
It has been living in my body ever since. Pulse, heartbeat ... I am still me. The difference is that I am confident, an ugly duckling who can turn into a white swan, and … its strength.
Ah, you can't be disabled! Only this soul is enough to accompany me all my life. I will stand in the sun and smile brightly.
A grateful heart has been popular all over the country for many years. Many companies regard it as a song, and employees must sing it to make them feel grateful, not because of the brilliance of the lyrics, nor because of the unique melody, but because the song tells a sad and moving story and sings everyone's heart. In fact, everyone should be grateful to those who have been with us, no matter where they are or what they are. Thanks to those who have been silently supporting us, no matter what we do, as long as we like, our ideals have always supported us and given us the motivation to move forward; We also want to thank those who despise and belittle us, because their contempt and belittle make us strong and inspire us to succeed.
There is a lyric in "Grateful Heart", which is "Grateful Heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, so that I have the courage to be myself". Yes, thank you for being myself 165438+1October 22nd to165438+1October 28th is Thanksgiving Day in the west. In fact, gratitude doesn't just belong to the west. People and even everyone should learn to be grateful and know how to be grateful. Only by being grateful can we make continuous progress and grow.
This year is 20xx. During my 20 years of growing up, I want to thank many people, parents, relatives and friends, and some people who have always cared about me, but I also want to thank a person who has been silently supporting me and accompanying me-Haw. In my life, countless people passed by in a hurry, and they became passers-by to each other. Is an unknown landscape, blooming or disappearing in a small corner, can not stand a little waves. But some people are doomed to be unforgettable because of meeting each other, and become an indispensable part of each other's hearts, such as real good friends, such as Haw.
Last year, I met Haw by chance. However, under mutual understanding, we become interdependent like hearts. When I am most frustrated, when I am most helpless, I always accompany me silently, give me encouragement, give me hope, give me confidence, and let me persevere and bravely go on. Later in my memory, I couldn't believe that I could get out of the shadow that I always thought I could never get rid of. The nightmare that has been pestering me can leave me, which makes me regain the sunshine, feel the warmth and gain the hope of life. I think, what you gave me, I will never forget, engraved in my heart, will always be priceless, and it is worth cherishing all my life, cherish this encounter, cherish this story and cherish you.
Now, I have changed back to the sunny me before, and I am no longer indifferent; Now, I have learned to smile and understand the beauty of life; Now, because of your company, I have a wonderful life. In this coming Thanksgiving, I want to thank all the people I want to thank, and also thank you-haha, thank you, I will cherish you for a lifetime. There is a poem called "Facing the sea, spring blossoms", and I like it very much. Although poetry is simple and simple, simplicity is happiness. I hope we can also face the sea, spring blossoms, and watch the running water hand in hand.
With you, the evening breeze blows my thoughts, and the autumn moon brings memories. The past six years have been like the wind, and good memories will last forever. When I stepped into this door, I saw a simple figure, that is, you-Teacher Ma. You brought me knowledge, taught me how to be a man, and gave me the golden key to open the door of knowledge ... everything is you, my dear teacher Ma.
Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I am already a sixth-grade student who is about to graduate. Faced with the heavy pressure of study, I am impatient. I can see your busy figure, and I think what you pay today should be our excellent results tomorrow.
I thank you, how many days and nights, the pen in your hand always keeps spinning. The burning sun is high in the air, the campus is silent, and the students have begun to take a nap. I looked up and looked at you quietly. Your focused eyes are always fixed on your homework. When I looked closer, my forehead was full of sweat.
I thank you. Every day, you are giving us a vivid lesson. The crisp and sweet voice always fascinates us. There is always laughter in the classroom. From knowing simple words to profound words, how much sweat you have shed for us.
Thank you for encouraging me again and again when I was confused. You are like that song falling in the winter night, soothing my soul; You are like a clear spring in the desert, nourishing my seedlings ... your encouraging eyes have soaked my heart.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Teacher Ma's inculcation will accompany me all my life until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. At this moment, the birds have to separate, fly and sail, and everything is ready. A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "Thank you for accompanying me all the way. I will certainly live up to your expectations."
Here, I would like to express my sincere thanks to you again.
Thank you for accompanying you all the way, Mr. Ma!
It's late at night with you, and people are sleeping peacefully. In a room, the little boy was holding a book in his arms, and he fell asleep sweetly. ...
This is a picture that has appeared in my mind many times.
Sitting on the sofa, looking at the neatly arranged books on the shelf, picking up one at hand, but being brought into the whirlpool of memory. The little boy is sitting in front of his birthday cake, anxiously waiting for a present from his mother. A few minutes later, mother came out of the room, still holding a present for him. He shouted in surprise and couldn't put it down. He opened the first page gently, and his eyes seemed to be attracted by the magic of the book. I can't take my eyes off it. Slowly, he forgot the existence of time, slowly turned the page and spent the whole afternoon. From then on, he fell in love with reading.
As he grew older, he still didn't give up reading. Every time he reads a book, he is fascinated, and his mother's crying is of no help. There are one or two hundred books at home, and the shelves are full, like a treasure house full of knowledge. Every night, he always picks up a book and reads a page or two, which seems to have become a habit. Even if you are tired again, as long as you devote yourself tirelessly to books, your fatigue will disappear, immerse yourself in the ocean of books, absorb knowledge and grow constantly.
Looking at this boy, the more you look, the more familiar you become. So it's me. I love reading. Touching the old books in my hand, I can't help feeling a lot. I opened it gently and quickly immersed myself in it again. ...