A poem entitled "Waiting"

Concern 1 is the deep concern of one heart for another, and it is the bond connecting family, friendship and love. Concern is a family affection, a wisp of acacia, a kind of happiness. Caring is a life form, a spiritual place and a psychological magnetic field that everyone should look for and cherish. The best way to identify the depth of feelings is to pay attention to the length of time. The beautiful legend of Peacock Flying Southeast, the eternal swan song of Meng Jiangnu Crying for the Great Wall, the joys and sorrows of butterfly lovers, and the wonderful sentence of "I miss you like the moon, and it decreases every night" all describe that your face is getting thinner and thinner because of your concern until you give your life and leave us a true and sincere sad and beautiful story. Concern is a cup of rich emotional nectar, and it is a farewell blessing. Parents' concern for their children is like a cloud, which floats around with the birds in the sky, across the Qian Shan and haunts the children's hearts. The concern between brothers and sisters is like a mountain stream, clear and transparent. As long as the mountain is not old, it keeps flowing, drinking songs and splashing water all the way. The concern between husband and wife is like graceful words, lingering and far away, and acacia often makes tears stick to the towel. There is also the kind of concern between friends that does not contain blood relationship and is not mixed with selfish distractions, which often gives people endless strength and courage. Concern is a precious emotion between people. It has no false impurities and no utilitarian color. Caring is a generous and selfless dedication, a deep blessing and a silent prayer. Care is not an illusory mirage, but real details and actions. Buying a pill and squeezing a little toothpaste is a sign of concern; Asking "good morning" and saying "good night" are expressions of concern; A greeting card, a letter from home, a phone call, a message ... are all manifestations of love. Concern is the whisper of the soul and the dialogue between the hearts. Concern 2 is the sea, the deepest sorrow in the world; Concern is silk, the longest love thread in the world; Care is a knot, the most intimate knot in the world. -Inscription Homesickness Li Hai Bai You has a poem: "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly thought of home." Yu Guangzhong also compared homesickness to stamps, boat tickets, graves and straits. There are so many wanderers in ancient and modern times, how can they care about their hometown? When you say goodbye to your hometown and travel around the world, the voice of your family will make you hesitate; When you walk through the neon-lit market, a phone call from a fellow villager will bring tears to your eyes. When you are alone in a foreign country waiting for the Year of China, the bell that rings at midnight will make your heart beat faster. In fact, the sky in your heart will always drift across the "hometown cloud" in ChristianRandPhillips, a lingering homesickness, with one end connected with the call of your hometown and the other with the sadness you can't give up. Love story Li Qingzhao's "one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure sorrow" tells how many couples are concerned. "Ying Ying Yishui" made the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl eager to see through it, leaving a "silent" eternal swan song. Jack in Titanic couldn't let go of his worried hands until he died, leaving his tearful will "You have to live bravely" to his beloved Ruth. Concern is a thread that keeps cutting, because I care about Liu Yong's Widened Belt and Louis's Broken Blue Bridge. Pay attention to, is a string of ancient and modern; Attention, it crosses things. "Mother-child knot" The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. A "Wandering Son" tells the voices of all mothers in the world. The child is the mother's little cotton-padded jacket and the mother's heart. "A child travels a thousand miles, but his mother worries", and a wanderer will never leave his mother's heart. Song of the Seven Sons sings: "Do you know that' Macau' is not my real name? I've been away from you for too long, mom! But what they took away was my body, and you still kept my inner soul ... "In fact, from the day we were born, we were destined to be connected with our mother's heart all our lives ..." The person who cares about you is me, and the person who misses you is me. "I don't remember which song sang so affectionately. "When those red berries come in spring, they will flush on your southern branches. May you pick more as a symbol of our love." Maybe acacia is red beans, and that concern is that branch, which connects the red beans of acacia one by one. Waiting 1 When the horn of spring blows away the frozen winter, warms the spring water in the east and blows away the vast green space, I can't wait to open my sleepy eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I smell the fragrance of spring. This is the fragrance that lingers in my dreams in the severe winter. I have been waiting for this day for a long time.

The sunshine in spring and March is the warmest. I stretched myself, smiled and looked at the world in the sun through the gap of the quilt: vibrant green, warm spring breeze, long white clouds, gurgling streams ... at this moment, I don't want to stay in this isolated quilt. So, in the morning, I gently pushed open the quilt and bathed in the sun for the first time. When the first ray of sunshine shines on me, it reflects a reddish color, when the first butterfly dances lightly around me, when the first spring rain puts on crystal pearls and makeup for me-I know that I am the most beautiful at this moment.

For me, someone lamented: "It is not eternal, what a pity!" "

Indeed, as they say, this beauty is like a meteor in the night sky, fleeting. The autumn wind starts in October, and the flowers and leaves go with the wind. But, so what? At least, in my deep memory, I know that I was passionate and calm as water. I was the one who danced with the wind and sang to the sun.

But there is a saying that always rings in my ear: "Spring flowers, how do you know the fruit of autumn?" Oh, the fruits of autumn, the fruits of life and the blooming of flowers are just the beautiful coats of life; Only the richness of fruit is the true meaning of life. I am really afraid that I will become the most beautiful flower in vain, and the ending will only be empty; I am even more afraid, afraid to hear the old man Qiu sigh gently: "All fruits are flowers, but not all flowers can grow into rich fruits."

I don't want to, unwilling to, can't, let this precious diamond-like flower season pass in vain, and since then, it has become my eternal regret. I firmly believe that my flowers will blossom and bear fruit. Waiting 2 Have you ever waited for a butterfly to fly by in the lush wilderness? Did you wait for a meteor that accidentally crossed under the stars? Have you ever waited for the breeze to blow the green leaves under the leafy poplar?

Walk slowly and wait. Beauty needs to wait.

I have heard people say, "Traveling by train is the natural enemy of travel." I didn't understand it at first, but only recently did I understand that the train journey is long, and the speed of 90 kilometers per hour can make me travel on the dark tracks for a long time before I reach my destination. And this is the process of waiting. Waiting gives me a buffer to meet the beautiful, removes the restlessness in my heart, relieves the tense nerves, and enables people to breathe for a long time with a peaceful and serene mind. With this mentality, there is no difference between swimming and not swimming, visiting and not visiting. This is also the reason why the ancients went to visit their friends by boat in the middle of the night and didn't tell them in the morning-they enjoyed the waiting process and everything they saw in the waiting became beautiful. Why go ashore and ask for that glass of wine

Walk slowly and wait. Waiting is also a beauty.

Insect catchers yell at their nets, often empty-handed for a long time, while those who are willing to quietly lean under the tree and wait for butterflies to pass by will soon have butterflies on their shoulders. Animals are more sensitive than people. They can always quickly escape the pursuit of ugliness and wait for beauty.

People who climb Mount Tai only know how to climb the Jade Emperor Peak at sunrise and cheer for the glow at sunrise, but they never notice the calm expression on the faces of travelers who have been guarding the top of the mountain at one or two in the morning. Waiting gives these travelers special beauty. In the rosy clouds of sunrise, they have the same brilliance as God, and only they are the messengers welcomed by the sun. I've been guessing that the sunrise they saw should be different from that of ordinary people, right? Because after a long wait, they have also become a part of beauty and integrated with this scenic spot. Appreciating beauty with beauty may be an aesthetic paradox. These waiting travelers must have escaped from these troubles and understood the meaning of waiting.

Waiting for beauty, waiting is beauty-this is waiting for beauty, waiting for beauty. There is always my season 1. There is always my season. My season is warm and tense ... that day, grandma called me. Looking at the familiar number on the mobile phone and listening to the warm words, a warm spring immediately welled up in my heart and watered my heart. My brain no longer thinks about grandma's problems and is immersed in this warmth. If her head hadn't hit the bed, I don't know how long she would have been waiting on the phone! "What gift do you want?" She asked. "Whatever." I said. Say that finish, we ended the call. A few weeks later, my mother brought back a package. When she opened it, she found it was full of gifts from my grandmother. When I look at these gifts, has a tear quietly left the corner of my eye? If there is, these tears will make me miss the whole season. The season of receiving this gift is my warm season. Near the end of the semester, there will always be a tense season. In this season, the most important exam of a semester-the final exam is coming. I can't escape, I can't catch it, and this day has arrived on time. When you have an exam, you are anxious when you encounter problems. Solve the problem and take a long breath. Hand in your papers at the end of the exam. A day later, the teacher gave bright marks on every test paper. When I reached my satisfactory score, I smiled. That sweet smile will always be recorded in this season's notebook. There are many seasons that belong to me, and I can't think of them all. There is always a season that suits me. In your own season, alone, savor it. One year belongs to the third day of my second season, and time flies. Spring went to winter, and the full and tense time passed by in a hurry. Just entering the third grade, it is summer, and the burning sun shines directly into my heart, which makes my heart full of enthusiasm. At that time, I made up my mind that I would work hard: if I don't fight at this time, when should I wait! Dark green leaves quivered slightly in the hot air, as if shouting for me. The hot weather didn't last long, and a cool breeze blew to Miss Qiu. Before entering the general review, we slowly began to lose our original enthusiasm and began to slack off, and confusion enveloped me. Stepping on thick fallen leaves, I actually became aimless. Finally, the result of an exam at the end of senior three in the last school was like a whip. After a hard winter vacation, the wind seems to be blowing harder, and I am finally awake! The north wind blowing in winter keeps me working hard and urges me to forge ahead. Slowly, I slowly entered the general review, spring came inadvertently, and everything was new. The spring rain continued, and the raindrops knocked on the window, but I was not distracted. At the moment, I am working hard for my sunshine, because I believe that sunshine always comes after the storm, and only after the storm can I meet my glory. There is always a season that suits me! Sunny summer is my season! Because of you, all efforts are my goal! There is always a season that suits me! I made up my mind in front of you three years ago, and I am working hard for you three years later! Sunshine will eventually belong to me, and glory will eventually belong to me! There is always a season that suits me! Hard work will pay off! In an instant, the rainbow overpass will stand between me and my season and lead me to the sunshine after the storm! There is always a season that suits me. 3 "Some people like spring when grass grows and warblers fly, some people like sunny summer, some people like autumn when the sky is high and the clouds are light, and some people like winter when snowflakes fly. . . . There is always a sky for you to soar, there is always a beautiful memory for you, and there is always a wonderful one for you. " This is the introduction of this year's senior high school entrance examination composition "One season belongs to me". After reading it, people are deeply moved and full of thoughts. They lamented that teachers' standards are getting higher and higher, and they are becoming more and more flexible, and they are no longer constrained by textbooks. They also lament that students' minds are becoming more and more mature and sunny. It's really good to be born after 1995. I can jump out of the topic and understand deep things. It seems that the topic of writing seasons is not true. You can write about the past, the future, life, success or failure. Everyone has a flower season. How to find one's own season and move towards success when encountering difficulties and bumps in Hua's life may be the original intention and intention of the teacher. 1Children born after 995 are sunny and confident. The more wit, the less courage. They still know this, but they still have to grasp it. 1970 years later, when we encounter difficulties and setbacks, there is no reason to retreat, languish and blame others. Life can't always be smooth sailing. The key is how to have a peaceful mind, go forward bravely and meet challenges. This is how the friend cloud is interpreted. Yun is a kind and honest girl. Such a girl was cheated. She can't figure it out. She took thirty sleeping pills and wanted to end her young life hastily. However, death still took care of the kind people and saved her life. She died once, and she made a career by herself with indomitable perseverance, and it was quite successful. One by one, she was confused, bitter and helpless, but at last she found her own sky, her own season, and her face was full of confidence and vitality. The season that belongs to her, whether it is spring, summer or autumn and winter, is beautiful and belongs to her strength and self-confidence. At the turn of spring and summer, I experienced the baptism of life, lamented the injustice of fate, and trudged through pain and confusion, but time did not stop because of you. The present season belongs to summer, which is the season when I was born and has a unique preference. I wish I were "like a summer flower". Although I don't pursue Tagore's "life is like summer flowers", I just like summer flowers. No matter how dazzling and vicious the sunshine is, no matter how stormy and thunderous it is, it will never go out. Flowers are like this, so should people. There is no hurdle to get through. Every obstacle is a test. When you cross the threshold of life, what you bring is the sublimation of life and the baptism of spirit. There is always a season that suits me.