The door is actually open. That day, that thing, that door, told me one thing: when you thought the door was closed: in fact, it was open.
Bang, the door shook desperately, and then slammed shut. Then a lonely figure flew out of the dark corridor.
At the beginning of the lights, pedestrians rushed to their warm homes. I was the only one standing on the road, with my head down and a stone kicking at my feet, so that people on the roadside looked at me with strange eyes.
"Dad, you blow!"
"Well, watch dad blow-"
"Oh, the windmill is turning again!"
A young father walked past me with his little daughter in his arms. His face is full of happiness and joy. Listening to the little girl's silvery laughter, the memory in my heart filled up again:
"Look at you, your grades are like this, and you still read this kind of book!" After that, my father threw the book on the ground and the whole floor trembled! At this time, my anger has overwhelmed the initial. Everything about calmness, courtesy, respect for elders, who is right and who is wrong has been forgotten. My mind was swallowed up by the raging fire and I couldn't control my mouth: "I see what's wrong with this book, I just want to see what you can do to me!" " As she spoke, tears swirled in her eyes, slamming the door like a fly, leaving her stupefied father.
Thought of here, my tears burst again. I fell heavily on the lamppost, then slipped down and squatted on the ground, burying my face in a low voice and crying. I don't know how long it took, but a cold wind made me shudder and unconsciously looked at the window of Lin Lizhong, a tall building. I asked myself, do you want to go back? Let's wait until the lights go out.
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street, and the lights in the window go out station by station. After a long time, there were only a few lights left, and one of them was particularly bright, as if waiting for someone.
Time passed slowly, as if it had been a century. Finally, the light went out.
I sighed, raised my numb feet and walked home. I came to the door, sighed, took out my key and prepared to open the door. However, the door opened before turning the key.
Ah! It turns out that I always thought that the locked door was actually open.
The next day: Xu
The door is actually open. Excellent composition 2 "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." The first rain in spring can't wait to come to the world. Dropping, like a broken pearl, affects my heartstrings.
Today, the monthly exam is a surprise. Why did I study very hard and get this poor "540" score? Isn't there a saying: "No pains, no gains"? But why on earth? Maybe, I'm too stupid to understand!
When I got home, I played the song to the maximum, trying to make it wash away the pain caused by the "monthly exam", but the score was like a string pressed by a mistress in the depths of my soul, and I couldn't relax at all. It was raining outside the window, and I rushed out of the house and walked into the rain, hoping that the cool and pure rain would dilute my pain. However, this is simply impossible. Why does the door to success always shut me out?
At this moment, a cicada has just shed its shell and stopped in a tree with a smile on its face. Suddenly, he flew. I thought to myself: Maybe it just took off its shell and tried to fly! Before I knew it, I heard a bang and it was thrown beyond recognition. I began to laugh at its ignorance and stupidity. I think it will crawl away! After all this, it has no choice. However, the result was beyond my expectation. It flapped its wings and tried to fly again. However, he was black and blue. How could he fly? Unexpectedly, it actually flew again. It smiled again and finally led to the door of success.
Cicada taught me with its persistence and courage that the door to success is actually open and has never been closed. As long as you are brave enough and strong enough, you will be able to walk in and see different scenery.
The spirit of cicada touched the strings in my soul. I see: the door is actually open, as long as I have perseverance and perseverance to push it open. I'm sure I can break into this door.
The rain is still lingering, but my heart is like clear autumn water. I took a confident step and embarked on the road to success.
Actually, the door was open. The wheel of memory is spinning rapidly, looking for the past. Close your eyes, remember, the past is like smoke; Freeze, play, unforgettable.
Frustrated by the exam, I feel depressed. A Saturday. My mother said to go to Lingshan to worship Buddha and pray for Buddha to bless me to study every day. I didn't intend to go, but the thought of the exam made me feel uncomfortable. I also want to go to worship the Buddha, hoping that the Buddha can appear.
It is raining. After a long bumpy ride, I finally arrived at the station. The rain is thin and dense, just like my mood. My mother took my hand and was cheerful and resolute. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she was in a hurry to buy incense and ignored me. So I wandered around aimlessly. This should belong to a temple, a low house, simple and elegant. There is an endless stream of tourists in the temple. Looking around, there is a Buddha statue, smiling happily, and people keep touching its body, hoping to get blessings.
I lowered my head and kicked the water on the ground. My heart became more and more wronged, so I turned and ran into the lobby, kneeling on my knees, palms together, closing my eyes, praying and kowtowing three times. After the ceremony, I stood up and walked to the patio.
There is nothing to miss. I was walking all the time when I suddenly found a small door embedded in the wall not far away. The door is short and the red paint has begun to peel off. It's probably been a few years. The door bolt is rusty, but the door chain looks conspicuous, shiny and intertwined, and I wish I could plug the whole door. I pulled out my hands from my trouser pocket and tried to push them, but they stopped in mid-air. It is locked. I think so. Put your hands back in your pockets. Standing in front of the door, I stared at the door and was about to turn away when a nun appeared in front of me.
"Why not give it a try?" She asked with a smile.
"There is nothing to try." I walked with a straight face.
"Who said it must be locked?" So I turned and walked back, staring blankly at her, and she smiled and nodded, gesturing for me to start work. I slowly pulled out my hand and gave a rough facade a hard push. The door chain slides neatly. In addition, the light came in and there was a green vegetable field in front of us. "Crossing this threshold, the plain will be displayed." She patted me on the shoulder and walked away.
It turns out that the feeling of being suddenly enlightened is happy. When I received a ray of light in a dark corner, I found that the door was open and the sun was shining outside!
Life is an elusive wise man. When you are about to succeed, he just wants to set a door full of fog in front to test whether you still have this belief and ability! Although it looked difficult, the door was not closed. As long as you have the courage to push, the other side of the door is the answer you want.
Push open the door of friendship with sincerity and courage. The world is too big and there are too many strangers, so a friendship is a kind of fate. What is "East Wind"? That "east wind" is a kind of sincerity and courage. Only if you have the courage can you dare to say hello to people. At this time, this friendship has been decided by half. The other half's decision lies in sincerity, and others will be sincere to you. This friendship is precious and can last forever. Who is not moved by reading the Water Margin and listening to the righteousness and sincerity among friends?
Open the door of life with tolerance and courage. Life is full of twists and turns. Everything in life is unpredictable, but if you want to make your life happy and full of sunshine. You must learn to tolerate others' mistakes. Although it seems easy, it is really difficult to do, and it takes a lot of courage. Who can forgive those who have caused them pain? Having said so much, won't you be happy without forgiving him? Do not believe, your life will still be very painful. Try to show some courage to forgive him, so that you will not only let go of your pain, but also get a good friend. Why not? Open the door of life with your tolerance! Let your life be full of sunshine!
Push the door of success with yourself and courage. When you are only one step away from success, don't be confused by the fog of testing your success. Show your confidence and courage, and gamble without gambling. When you fail, you have nothing to lose, but when you succeed, you succeed. Don't follow Edison's old path, because the invention of the telephone missed him, because a nut turned less than one turn. Take out your confidence and courage and walk towards the door of success!
There are many doors in life. All you need is your courage and another matching quality, and you can see the real result behind that door! Even if it's not what you expect, you can face life without regrets.
Once upon a time, the word happiness had nothing to do with me. I once asked myself: "Does happiness belong only to others and not to me?" Although there are doubts, there is nowhere to solve them. Helpless, only one person can continue to struggle and wait for the arrival of happiness. Waiting is the only way for me to have happiness.
Although I don't know the taste of happiness, I often see the fruits of happiness. Gradually, I feel that happiness is a dazzling rainbow in the sky; Happiness is the smile and encouragement given when others are frustrated; Happiness is a helping hand when others are in trouble; Happiness is the sunshine that warms the vast land in winter; Happiness is a continuous spring rain, nourishing the dry seedlings. ...
Slowly, I understand what happiness is and the true meaning of happiness. In fact, happiness is everywhere, but it is covered by all kinds of worlds and ignored by busy people.
Looking back, I used to have a lot of happiness, but my heart has drifted away and I have never remembered the beauty of happiness.
Looking back on those lost happiness, it is still unforgettable. I vaguely remember that it was a cold winter morning and it was snowing outside the window. My mother gets up early. Lust for the warmth of the bed, and don't put on a heavy cotton-padded jacket until class time approaches. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, I can't help shivering. Just as I opened the door to go to school, I saw my mother struggling in the snow, and her hair was covered with snowflakes. Seeing me standing there, my mother immediately smiled and handed the steaming steamed bread to me and said, "It won't be cold after breakfast." Looking at the wrinkles around my mother's eyes and her red and swollen hands, my tears are coming down. At that moment, I knew the taste of happiness.
The door to happiness is actually open. As long as we bravely intervene, we can enjoy the taste of happiness. Happiness is equal, as long as you embrace it, it will take care of you. What is lacking in the world is not happiness, but the courage to step into the door of happiness.
The door is actually open. Excellent composition 6 "Get out!" The teacher slammed the textbook on my desk. "How many times have I told you? Don't be in a daze in class. " Originally, I was quietly looking at the pleasant scenery outside the window and was startled by the teacher. I immediately stared at her with frightened eyes. "Take the book to the corridor." "bang!" The teacher slammed the door as soon as I went out, and the sound was deafening.
The sunshine is good and the wind is good, but I feel that there is no life everywhere. Looking back at the shabby door, I felt mixed feelings. Most of the paint on that door has been peeled off, and only a few pieces are still stuck on it. The sun shines brightly on me, and my face feels burning. "Why is the teacher so ugly? Why does she hate me so much? Why is there always an insurmountable ditch between us? " I blame the teacher who once made me love and hate. I raised my hand and tried to wipe the tears from my face. However, when the hand slipped, the books and test papers sandwiched in it were scattered on the ground, just like beautiful dandelions, drifting around with the wind.
In an instant, I was shocked.
A series of bright red handwriting was printed in my eyes, and I picked up this "bright red handwriting" with trembling hands. It was a kind and warm word that encouraged me, and I corrected it again and again. The voice "Come on!" "Keep working hard!" It reverberates in my mind. Looking up, the sun is shining and the breath of spring is spreading everywhere.
Originally thought, the furthest distance in the world is not diagonal, but I stand in front of your heart, but you can't feel my existence; The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't feel my existence, but that you want to break in when you know that the door of your heart can't be opened for me. Suddenly found that there is no real distance between you and me. You have always loved me, us and your students. Isn't it? That bright red handwriting clearly overflows your warm love. You once said that love can knock on the door of the soul, and love can cross all time and space. I believe.
I quietly approached the old door, which was open. I secretly looked at you, teacher. When did you have white hair on your forehead? My nose hurts.
Actually, the door was open. I live in a corner of the classroom. Listening to the stress analysis of the physics teacher in an orderly way, I looked at my watch helplessly and calculated the class time. Students around me stood up to answer questions-either because of their excellent grades or because of their poor foundation. Only I have been sitting. I was inadvertently locked in the corner of the teacher's heart, and there was a lock on the iron gate.
After class, I heard the students get together and chat. I heard my classmates praise a beautiful girl's new skirt, and I heard people with bad looks fighting for nicknames. Only I have been quiet. Inadvertently locked in a corner of my classmates' hearts, there is a lock on the iron gate. So, I gradually learned to enjoy life without dialogue. I will look up at the sky before going to bed and tell myself that the stars are as lonely as me; I will fill my wardrobe with black, and then tell myself that the pink, pink and willow green that only come in spring don't belong to me. The art festival came to the campus with the spring. There was a poetry recitation performance in our class, and the representative of the Chinese class next door strongly encouraged me to participate, claiming that I had found a poem that was very suitable for me. I didn't want to, but I read the little poem curiously: you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. I don't know why, but I was really attracted by it and accepted it gladly.
After that, it's hard work. Speech speed, pronunciation and intonation; Eyes, smiles, gestures. On the day of the performance over and over again, at the suggestion of the Chinese class representative, I took off my black clothes for the first time. Standing on the high stage, I watched the students wearing bright spring clothes, which set off the pink and willow green outside the window, warm and clear. It suddenly occurred to me that black is not the only one that belongs to me. So I smiled, and the corners of my mouth had the radian of a new moon. You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. Applause sounded. I can clearly see the face of the Chinese class representative, and every teacher and classmate has a smile on his face. It turns out that many locks don't exist.
In this prolonged applause, I realized that the door was actually open.
Actually, the door was open. Eight people always make much ado about nothing, but when it comes to "another village", they are always amazed that the door is open. -inscription
Today, it is raining heavily. There are several flashes of lightning and thunder in the sky from time to time. Rain, the size of soybeans, hurts to hit your face. When I got home, an open door came into view. Inadvertently, I was pulled back to that day by my thoughts.
It rained heavily that day, and the glass seemed to be broken by the rain. With the harsh bell ringing, the teacher walked out of the classroom and other students cheered. Only I sighed: "How to get back? Damn, it's raining hard! Hey! " A series of depressing words made my world gloomy.
After a while, I walked out of the classroom and went home on foot. At this time, a classmate stopped me: "Li Yi, let's go home together. My family has a car." I wanted to say yes, but I saved face and said it badly. He shook his head and walked away. Oh, no, why? I cursed myself and looked at other people's happy smiles. I can't help but have a sour nose and tears.
The rain is getting heavier, the thunder is getting louder and louder, the lightning is getting brighter and brighter, the road is getting longer and longer, and I am confused and scared. I am now "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice plug ferry, Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow", and an idea "I throw away my food sticks and cups, I can't eat or drink, I pull out my dagger, and I peep in four directions in vain" appears in my mind. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, there are many roads, where is Ann now? Where is the road? I stopped and let the raindrops as big as beans hit me. Just then, a thunder pulled my thoughts back. I thought of "wine into the intestines/seven minutes of moonlight/three points left/embroidered mouth vomiting/half of the Tang Dynasty."
After being demoted, he resolutely left Chang 'an, leaving behind an immortal poem, "Breaking the Waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". He won't give up such a big difficulty. How can I give up? At this moment, I feel that the rain is less, the road is shorter, and I am strong.
When I got home, the door opened. I was surprised at first, and then I jumped into the arms of my family with a smile.
Now, I'm relieved-the door is ajar. As long as we have the courage to push it away, you will find a beautiful world behind the door.