Leaning against the window, I saw dead leaves all over the floor. Listening to the cycle of time, the wind once again sent me distant stationery. There is a beautiful handwriting on the lavender envelope, or those four words-"Happy birthday!" " Can't help but be blown away by the wind ...
With the wind, disappeared in the sky, with the rain, scattered all over the floor, withered petals bid farewell to the branches, looking for the answer to fate.
So the rain fell and lingered, and the wind shuttled inside. I didn't know what I was whispering, so I quietly sneaked into my dream. ...
In the summer afternoon, the warm sunshine shines on the black and white keys, which is so dazzling that it can never be touched. The man sat quietly in front of the piano in an elegant white skirt, his slender fingers touching the keys gently. She smiled, stood up, walked on the balcony and looked at the crowd. Nevertheless, she is not used to such a leisurely life. She looked back at the piano, and there were countless beautiful things in the future, which seemed to stay there forever.
A book, a sentence and a pen changed my mind.
In retrospect, I realized that I had experienced so much and it was so difficult to grow up. Inadvertently in retrospect, those pains are vivid, but they survived after all. Overnight, everything seemed to be caught off guard, which made me forget how to move forward and which one was me. The smiling girl doesn't know where she went. The five girls under the tree left one after another, but I don't know if I am still in the same place. Maybe I have long been used to such parting. Habit is actually a good thing, at least it won't hurt people like that. So, learn to get used to parting and cry, learn to be lonely.
When you get old, one day is not a day, and one autumn is autumn. When you get together, you will be happy and sad. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life.
I came at the age of fifteen, but I'm not ready yet, and I don't know how to face it, because the senior high school entrance examination is coming next year, and my habits are hard to change. I'm not sure. Read a few pages every day and record your life intermittently. I think only by keeping a diary can we know what we are thinking every day and examine ourselves correctly. After all, someone has to listen to a person's story. So, no longer sad, a person quietly laughing or crying. Although the days are calm, they are still calm.
The street lamps on the road are brightly lit, and the darkness ahead is like an endless hole, which is more mysterious and helpless under the illumination of street lamps on both sides. I want to fly there, because I guess the sky ahead will be clear. With expectation and encouragement, I will be brave and happy in the new life journey that is about to begin. Because I finally understand that in such a step-by-step tempering and experience, life is to be colorful. I can't help admiring myself. I survived again and again, no matter how hard it was. Now think about the senior high school entrance examination. What is there to be afraid of? Fifteen. So what? It's just a mark on the ring of time, a step in the future.
Those youthful hatreds come and go in a hurry. In the lost time and gaudy years, only a warm back is left, which makes people smile. I think this is the real relief.
Fourteen years old, say goodbye.
The letter carrying the dream, with Wang Yang floating to the near end of your heart. Life is like summer flowers, death is like autumn leaves, indifferent and quiet, like Pu Ya, waiting for a hundred years, like sunflowers, following the sun and inner beliefs. .
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Rich beggar
In the disaster relief activities after the Ya 'an earthquake, Urumqi Charity Association welcomed a special donor-a man who made a living by begging. A man with long hair and rags came over and left a pile of change in his bag on the table. This is what the man earned in two months 1003 yuan. Now he wants to donate all his money to the victims in Ya 'an. It is understood that the man's legs and feet are not very flexible, and he is from Xichang, Sichuan.
We were very moved by the beggar's behavior, and his spirit brought a little warmth to the merciless natural disaster. It also makes us full of confidence in society and human beings. In fact, there are many good people in society. At the critical moment, they will always lend a helping hand quietly and pull people out of the dark abyss.
However, to be a good person, there is no distinction between rich and poor. Whether natural disasters come or a seemingly harmonious, real and cold society, people's hearts always influence the world with enthusiasm and patience. The most direct performance. We are surrounded by good people. Although the beggar in the above article is in rags, he may be rejected by others wherever he goes. However, when people were killed, he was a good man, took out his passionate heart and did his bit for the people in the disaster area, whether he had enough to eat or not.
But isn't it a good person to help others in time when they are killed? Of course not. There are people who care about people around them all the time and make little contribution to society. Our parents said, "Are you full?" "Are you cold?" "Do you have an umbrella?" These familiar words, which one did not convey our love! Just like the beggar in the article, it is not because he cares about people and society that he considers how to make a living and how to heal his clumsy legs and feet. Why is there such an impulse to protect and care for others?
Therefore, he is not a poor beggar. To ordinary people, he is worthless. But no one can see what irreplaceable precious wealth is in his heart-he is simple, he is kind, and he knows how to care. ..............................................................................................................................................
Therefore, it is not just beggars. He has a hidden lamp. We, too, can be a good man with a precious new life like this beggar.
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