If I stopped thinking about those beads and tears, the East China Sea would not be so sad.
If I could stare at it, the South China Sea would not be so desolate.
The Pacific Ocean would not be so vast and sad. If I can go back to my hometown ...
The wind blows the clouds overhead, tearing the whole piece to pieces, breaking into thoughts and bits and pieces; Broken into nonsense, the sound of every sentence ... so my tears became a muddy stream, long and lingering; My nonsense accumulated into a Sun Moon Lake, heavy and pure.
After the wind passed, it sang as always, singing prosperity as soon as possible, singing loneliness, singing the old times engraved on the face, and singing the sunset in the distant kitchen smoke.
I always remember the moment I was kidnapped, and my mother's twisted face was sad and painful. She was so sad that she cried herself hoarse, and then she shouted hoarsely, Rain is falling all, I'll save you.
However, the hands we desperately held were ruthlessly separated by bandits. A cold voice came from behind: Without your weak mother, we have stronger people to rely on.
I shook my head, but I was carried across the channel. I will always remember my mother across the strait. Her name is China.
The moment I was in tear drops, the wind passed.
I heard a madman screaming wildly: Yushan is in Taiwan Province Province, not in China!
His words were quickly swallowed up by the strong wind, smashing the sunset on the horizon, and the sunset laughed at him, alas, crazy.
My heart hurts for the affection denied by that madman, but the blood in my body tells me that my mother will never leave me. She has never forgotten and never been far away from me. One day, I will go home. My bones are called Yanhuang, my spine is called Huaxia, and my mother is called China.
The wind has passed. As always, singing, singing love, singing to awaken faith, singing the suffering of struggling in waiting, singing the lingering dream that passed by in the morning light.
I know I can see his eyes as soon as I open my eyes.
That's Wuyi Mountain. Give me warmth in the peace of childhood, care for me in the romance of embracing each other, and love me in the congenial Wuyi Mountain.
Those happiness, the clouds are light and the wind is light
They say that the relationship between mountains does not need commitment, because love itself can last forever.
I believe, and so does Wu Yi. The wind that blew him passed me, and the cold became warm.
However, we separated. Although there is only a shallow strait, the resistance is too great for me to go home.
I always remember Wuyi's angry and helpless eyes at the moment I was kidnapped. He said firmly with tears: Rain is falling all, I will wait for you to come back.
At that moment, the wind was sad, rolled over my tears and fell on Wuyi's shoulder.
I hate these lingering smog, which blocks our eyes. I understand that Wuyi will always stand upright and look at my direction, because he told me that he would wait for me until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. We still stare at each other, but we can't see it, but we can feel his heartbeat.
In the roaring style, I heard Wuyi's firm promise: Yuer, I will wait for you to come back ... Yuer, I will wait for you to come back. ...
Time and time again, I heard tears running down my face.
I miss my mother, listen to the wind singing, I look forward to my enthusiasm, I am eager to go home;
I miss my lover, listening to the singing of the wind, my gaze, my promise and my dedication.
I am Yushan, the turbid water stream is my tears, and my yearning for China has made me grow strong;
I am Yushan, and Sun Moon Lake is my nonsense. The hope of going home has realized my growing dream.
Wuyi, wait for me to come back.
Mom, I want to go home.
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After the wind blew, it sang the sadness of the East China Sea, the desolation of the South China Sea, the sadness of the Pacific Ocean and the grandeur of the general trend of "China reunification" as always!
Listen to the wind ...
Listen to the wind!
I saw it in a coffee cup.
Let's remember the years together, love and time. -inscription
Sitting alone in the empty sky, smelling the aroma of cappuccino in boiling water. I like coffee very much. This bitter and sweet taste seems to be a long journey of life.
My old friend told me to have the simplest life and the farthest dream, and the words came to my ears with my gentle agitation.
From birth, like this pot of boiled water, it is pure and tasteless. Gradually, brewing in this brown powder became delicious, and in the process of slowly tasting, we learned to live. And it's not easy for us to walk all the way to today.
A pragmatic life lies in a valuable life. You should have a coffee-like granular experience, burn and dissolve in nirvana, savor it occasionally, and then learn it by heart.
I know that in this world, bigger or sadder things than we thought have been happening. Since the Wenchuan earthquake, my heart has been immersed in a trough, and life and death are just a moment. Such pain, like a concave-convex inscription engraved on the life line, makes you pout and frown, so bitter coffee, only self-knowledge.
Shi Tiesheng said, "Son, this is your sin and your blessing."
Crying and the happiness of the rest of my life are mixed together and melted in this coffee. You see, life is mean to us and always disappoints us; Life is generous and always saves us after we are disappointed.
I think, because of this generosity of life, we must live with dignity, just like life itself, and respect our existence.
I stared at the coffee in this white porcelain cup and remembered the genius who was trapped between love and death all his life-Virginia Woolf. Her soul is full of profound thoughts and disorder. I seem to see the cornflower-scented sunshine all over the house in the beautiful Scottish countryside in spring, the quill pens rubbing on the thick paper, and the coffee on the table gently emitting hot air. She is writing a letter to Orlando.
The corners of my mouth are gently raised. The genius was legendary all his life and eventually died of illness. After she tasted the bitterness and sweetness of coffee, all she left was an empty cup, and she could not take anything with her in her life after her death.
In this small world, what I have experienced is just an ordinary life; What I see is just an ordinary world. In fact, there are not so many stories in life, but love is the whole meaning of our life. The bitterness and sweetness of this coffee is a comprehensive taste. Take a sip and feel for yourself.
I don't know when a kite flew in the sky and lonely birds circled around it. I reached out to block the light from the sunset in my eyes, just like an illusion of light and shade. I can't help crying at the thought of stumbling all the way. Look up and drink the last sip of coffee, and the fragrance of life stays between your teeth.
Woolf said with a smile: "Let's remember the years that * * * walked together, remember love, and remember time."
In 2009, Guangdong College Entrance Examination scored a perfect composition "Blessing is hypocritical common sense"
As the saying goes, it is not surprising that many people are polite. If blessing is also a gift, then this gift is probably one of many hypocrisy in the world. I don't know when it started, and the students around me began to learn to say one thing: I wish you happiness. This sentence makes me feel sick. Blessing has probably become a common sense. If a person doesn't even know the good news, he certainly doesn't know the world. However, this so-called common sense is hypocritical and directly reflects the hypocrisy of human beings.
What is happiness? You said wish me happiness, so please tell me, what is happiness? Is it because of the grace of the elders that they grow up smoothly and have more living resources? Do you live in a better environment, learn more skills, have more knowledge, and get more sought after and praise? I'm just saying how I feel. Are you going to label me cynical again?
In the pursuit of so-called happiness, human beings are doomed to shed more blood, which is doomed to be futile. Now most people are pursuing happiness and success. What do you want? Is it to make yourself happier? Then I will ask again and again: What is happiness? Our elders and teachers keep saying that the starting point is good for us, and then lock us in school and lock our young hearts with all kinds of garbage work. Some people even said humorously, if you don't like reading, don't study, go out and travel to the outside world. Is the outside world different from the elders and teachers around you? Don't they pursue happiness and long for success? I know that man is an animal. When the mainstream view of the whole society is the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle will always lead to cruel competition. The teacher also instilled a sense of competition in us. In this context, my classmates around me, how can you say to me: I wish you happiness.
When the publishing industry is occupied by some people, they will "bless" our young readers and they will make more money. When the education industry is occupied by some people, they will "bless" our next generation, but their ideas are beyond doubt. When the school is occupied by some people, they will "bless" our students-not when they have money, but when the cost of choosing a school is only tens of thousands. When the milk industry is occupied by some people, they will "bless" our teenagers and hope that they will be stronger. The above example is just a drop in the ocean.
It's a pity that there are always so many tragedies in this world. People's sympathy is rampant. They only sympathize with cats and dogs, the dead and cancer patients. Many times, they are blessing others, pursuing happiness and yearning for success. For China as a whole, this is an era of depression, an era of poor thinking and an era of no imagination.
The writer wrote a book, and the poet was crazy. Experts said, scholars thought, the media reported, and the masses participated in the voting ... Let's pray for tomorrow together.
Unfortunately, today, someone is going to die ...
2008 Tianjin Senior High School Entrance Examination Full Score Composition: Rainbow in My Heart
The test paper was issued and the score was pitifully low. This score is like a strong lightning, which makes my whole body limp and my heart ached. I only feel that a ferocious devil is devouring my mind and soul step by step. Tears flow into my heart silently.
It's grade three now. What do I know and understand? I can't help asking myself, but I don't know the answer. A string of sour tears flowed down the cheeks to the feet.
The reality is cruel. "Moscow does not believe in tears." When I was a child, I was used to seeing the rosy sea and listening to the words like maple leaves, and I was cared for in a colorful world. Inadvertently, I have entered a gray day from colorful sunshine and flowers, and I want to fly again! But I'm so overwhelmed. I was surprised to find that I lacked a pair of strong wings. After losing it, I only learned one thing-tears. I always feel that I have suffered a lot but no one comforts me;
I always feel that I have experienced a lot of ups and downs, survived a lot of loneliness but no one cares; I always feel that I work hard, but I don't get much. Listening to the flood of applause for the winners and watching the gorgeous flowers bloom for the winners, tears became my only vent.
However, a voice said, "There are tears in your eyes and a rainbow in your heart ..." This voice kept expanding and seemed to break my eardrum. Is it really "tears in eyes and rainbow in heart"? I keep asking myself. I recalled and pondered, trying to find the answer. Is there a flower of victory that has been watered by sweat, a fruit of success that has not been baptized by wind and rain, and a sweet smile that has not been soaked by bitter water ... I can't seem to find a definite answer-because the rainbow in my heart is the crystallization of tears.
I finally understand that tears not only show that you have a confused past and a vicissitudes past, but also show that you are a weak person. It makes me understand: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? From this, I firmly believe that there is a sunset and a sunrise, and the moon will always be round without it. As long as my dream is still there, as long as I am down-to-earth and steady, I will surely usher in a sunny tomorrow.
In the third grade, I finally know what to learn and what to know. It's time to dry your tears, pick up the long-forgotten smile and courage to go on the road.
Maybe I will still cry, but a rainbow has lit up in my heart.