There is a story in the narration of June 1: The Buddha asked the spider, what is the most precious thing in the world? And every time the spider answers, it has lost it and has not got it. After thousands of years, it finally understood the truth.
Remember, I'm still the team leader. ...
Xiao Jia and Xiao B in our group really upset me, and all the efforts were put on them. As a result, instead of making progress, other team members have regressed. In that muddled afternoon, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to resign from my teacher. I don't want to see them say, "Have you finished your homework?" "I didn't write it, I made it up." "Did you write it or didn't you take it?" I don't think so, but don't hurt each other's feelings for it. We can also be friends and ordinary classmates. However, after school, each of them gave me a piece of paper, which read: Team leader, I still want you to be my team leader. I am very touched, and this is also my pride as a team leader!
They did keep me with practical actions, but Xiao B still refused to change. In desperation, I am going to quietly resign from the teacher. Our group is not good at all. Let the teacher pay attention. The teacher lectured me, but still respected my choice. But what I didn't expect was that the teacher actually changed a team leader to play around. The teacher criticized the fooling around group leader and the team members who didn't make progress in class, but it was worse than my group leader, as if a sharp knife had stung my heart.
Shortly after graduation, I went to my former teammate Xiao Bing with my classmates' records. He left me a lot, among which the deepest impression was: group leader, group leader, you led us on the right path, and you will always be my most unforgettable group leader. Although it feels a little strange, I am still very happy, which is also the honor of the team leader.
If you lose it, you can never get it back. Even if I come back, there is no essential purity.
Spiders have learned that it is the most precious thing to cherish what they have. This sentence is absolutely correct.
Looking up at the starry sky, a bright moon hangs quietly in the deep night sky. When babbling, I love lying in my grandfather's arms, watching the moon play hide-and-seek with me in the clouds, and reciting Tang poems with my grandfather. Although like a parrot, it feels very catchy; Growing up, on a pleasant moonlit night, sipping fragrant teas and holding a roll of Tang poetry is even more pleasant.
There are 300 Tang poems, all of which are covered with a strong word "love". The lofty aspirations of "and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" and the leisure of "opening the window every other garden and holding a cup of Sang Ma" are bright, beautiful, broad-minded and sad moons, which reflect poetry and make me intoxicated from time to time.
The bright moon is childlike. "I don't know the moon when I am young, so I call it a white jade plate." Stories make people laugh, laugh at children's naivety, and laugh at the innocence of loving children.
There is a trace of nostalgia in the bright moon. "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." Li Bai, alone in a foreign land, is ill in bed. The moonlight outside the window spilled into the room, and he sang the poem "Thinking of a Quiet Night" which was told through the ages, which made people feel a little sad. Du Fu's "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright!" It also tells the homesickness of countless wanderers. No matter the moonlight has how bright, the night sky is beautiful, and the stars are dazzling, it can never compare with the moon in my hometown-how interesting it is to walk out of the shabby hut and sit on the high earth slope and enjoy the full moon that accompanied me and my family to grow up together.
There is a trace of worry in the bright moon. When I reread Gulangyu Island, I was surprised to find four poems at the end. "Yin essence this theory and confusion, to view it. The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. It's heartbreaking "The contradiction between Li Bai's desire to leave and his anxiety reveals his anger at the malodorous state affairs at that time, his satire on Xuanzong, who was arrogant and extravagant at that time, and his contempt for corrupt officials who usurped power and destroyed the country at that time. However, behind it is helpless sadness.
The bright moon is wrapped in deep love. "Stay in the west wing, windward door ajar. The flowers on the wall are moving, and they are suspected to be jade people. " Yuan Zhen used the silhouette under the moon to outline the expectations of boys and girls for love. Ouyang Xiu, a descendant of the Song Dynasty, said: "On the willow tip and the moon, people meet after dusk." Witnessing beautiful love in the moonlight has the same effect.
The moon is full of friendship. "The moon is at sea now, and the horizon is at this time." Zhang Jiuling spent several months expressing his thoughts about his friends. Sincere friendship does not need a flying pigeon to pass books, but just waits silently in your heart. In another corner of the world, there is also such a person who, like himself, looks at this round of bright moon in the night sky and feels his blessing at the same time. "I care about the bright moon, and I only go to Yelangxi with you." Li Bai also regards the moon as a link to communicate with his friends' hearts, expressing his endless yearning for them.
The bright moon contains profound philosophy. "Who first saw the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. " Zhang realized the inevitable law of world change from the beautiful natural scenery under the moon, and began to think about life from the moonlight by the river.
There is only such a month hanging in the sky, and it is round after round, but everyone has a different month in their hearts. Whenever I look up at the starry sky and the bright moon is shining, I can't help but think of the charm of classic Tang poetry and feel the rich cultural accumulation in the moonlight. ...
The narrative of the moon 3 is accompanied by the gentleness of the wind, and the love of the sun is here. Quietly, silently, you are floating around, and suddenly you come to the sun, which makes people feel your existence affectionately. Suddenly, there came a storm, everyone was waiting for it, and it never came out.
You travel between heaven and earth, and it goes on and on. Some people say that you are changeable and a bit have it both ways, but I don't think so. Because I like people with rich personalities, imagine that a person is always like this. Don't you feel disgusted, bored and boring?
When I was young, my parents had to go to work. I am not old enough to study, so I am at home alone. My parents worried about my safety and locked me in the house. The weather is fine in winter. I was eager to try when you came, and finally one day I turned out of the yard. I played happily outside all afternoon. I still remember that feeling.
It's a little too big. Closed-circuit television was installed at home, so I gave you the cold shoulder. Whenever and wherever I accompany you, it's always the TV. Suddenly one day, a thunder sounded, and I was shocked. Look at the changes in the sky and think: Is this your anger? Is this your reproach to me? So I came back to you.
Now we all seem to have grown up. In my yard, we can often see a teenager reading alone with a book in his arms. Someone asked me, is this really not lonely? I laughed it off. Sneaking: Are you really lonely? I am not the only one here. Because of you.
Time flies, looking back on the past, it is inevitable to be filled with emotion. Life is a long journey. I interpret life as a lonely wandering, and the post station next to the road to my dream keeps going, but I don't want to stop and look forward to a magnificent one until I am exhausted. When I looked back, I suddenly realized that there was not only lingering fragrance beside the road ... I bid farewell to the noise of the day. I'm not surprised, not at all. Milk tea will arrive on time at this time every day, rain or shine. Besides, I'm worried about another thing at this time.
Maybe I've been in the sea for too long and it's a little swollen. When I returned to my home in Dai Yue, the word "tired" kept hanging on my face. Turn on the light, and a steaming cup of milk tea on the table adds extra warmth to the small room. I'm not surprised, not at all. Milk tea will arrive on time at this time every day, rain or shine. Besides, I'm worried about another thing at this time.
Once upon a time, I could write with a pen like running water. But now, a short period of "maternal love" makes my thoughts stagnate, and a terrible blank is inexplicably created in my heart.
"Is mom not loving you enough?" "No, it isn't." "hasn't she done enough for you?" "No, it's not true." "Then why can't you express a mother's love? ……"
I keep asking myself, but my head always hurts and there is no answer. When I waved, I met milk tea, full of fragrance. As soon as I lifted my neck, milk tea was poured into my stomach, and a warm current immediately rose from bottom to top. I trembled and swept away all my troubles. Mom knows everything I need.
Gently, I heard the door open. As soon as I turned around, my mother came in with a quilt. The quilt is full of sunshine. It seems that in this space less than 10 square meter, another small sun has risen. My mother saw that I had an empty cup in my hand. She just looked at her and immediately smiled. This is an irresistible smile that only ripples on my mother's face. I nodded, gently "hmm", looked at my mother and turned to go out.
At the moment she went out, I suddenly had a flash of light: is this mom's love? But people say that maternal love is great, how can it be as ordinary as a cup of milk tea? I chased out of the house and tried to find the answer, but at the moment I saw my mother, I stopped.
After stopping, mother asked, "Do you want another drink?" I smiled and finally understood that the greatness of maternal love lies in its ordinary, so the little sun rose in my heart, above my long journey. Because I know how to cherish, cherish flowers and plants, the deep love in ordinary milk tea. I also understand that all I can do to love my mother is to cherish it. A closer look shows that the cup of thick milk tea is really warm. ...
The wind on July 5, blowing slowly, leaves dancing; It was raining lightly in August, and the young grass fell asleep. Everything looks so miserable, maybe. In others' eyes, the cold wind may be cold and lifeless, and they will say how cruel the autumn wind is, taking away the green life cruelly; However, in my eyes, this is only the best destination.
On that day, I felt the happiness I had never felt before, and it slowly spread into my heart like a stream. It is not my family, teachers or elders who give me happiness, but my best friend Li Xinru.
Xinru, a quiet unsmiling girl, suddenly became an invincible woman at that moment.
A whole year has passed and I still remember it clearly.
That day, I was lying in my deskmate Wang Junjie's seat, rummaging for my water glass, but he was very stingy and found it. He shouted, "What are you doing? Smelly flowers! " Don't I fly into a rage when I hear it? I have a bad temper and hate being called my nickname. At the moment, he shouted loudly, and almost all the students sitting in the seat heard him. Everyone laughed. My face froze. I can't laugh at this moment, but I can't say anything. I really want to curse. Just as I was saying something, a powerful force pulled me, causing me to fall and my shoulder hurt. I just want to look up and see who pulled me. At first glance, it is my best friend, such as my heart.
"You ... you ..." I was a little surprised, and tears of injustice soon poured out, not because of pain. But I quickly stopped my emotions and never shed tears in front of my friends again. Those bad boys will laugh! My heart is like seeing me fall to the ground, and my eyes are wet. She helped me up and walked slowly without saying anything. After walking for a while, my eyes dried up, but she cried and walked while crying. I gave a wry smile and watched this little adult who was half a head taller than me cry into a little girl in front of me: "Hey, why are you crying?" You are the one who is stupid all day. Look, I'm not crying. You are crying very sadly. Now my shoulder doesn't hurt, but my heart hurts. Oh, oh, college bully, don't cry. If you cry again, you will have to pay for medical expenses. "
I looked serious, but she was even sadder. I quickly bowed to her. Suddenly, my heart smiled and there were still wet tears on my face: "I'm sorry, I don't want you to quarrel with Wang Junjie again. I didn't know you liked being brave. I just saw you gnashing your teeth and dare not say anything ... "
The wind in July has come again, and the rain in August has come again, full of enthusiasm and momentum.
On June 6, Wang's narrative had already gone to bed, and the luxurious jump floor of more than 200 square meters was empty. The shadows of objects shook on the wall, as if ghosts were lurking everywhere. I was so scared that I went into every room and turned on all the lights. Every lamp is flashing, just like eyes full of tears.
In the morning, Dad and Aunt Lin had a big fight in the bedroom. Aunt Lin always talks like sugar, but today she is like a piece of iron scraping an iron bucket, sharp and pointed: "Take her, what do you call my mother?" Call her grandma in my belly! ""Then you ask her to spend the holiday alone? " "Her mother? Her mother is not dead yet, is she? " "But ..." Aunt Lin insisted on not letting me go to their house. Finally, my father gave in and asked Nanny Wang, who should have taken a vacation, to stay. They drove to Chengdu.
So what if I go? Will I go? Never! Aunt Lin is right. I have my own loving mother. When I was nine years old and grew up happily, my father fell in love with Aunt Lin, who was younger and more beautiful than my mother, and transferred my property under her instructions. When we divorced, he said that his company was losing money and he didn't give his mother any money except our old house. But when my dad married Aunt Lin, he bought this mansion! Mother broke her heart, and hatred twisted her thin and pale face. She gritted her teeth and said, "Pan Pan, it's not that mom doesn't want you. Mom hates that fox! " "In order to revenge, my mother would rather not have my daughter, but also want me to be sandwiched between my father and Aunt Lin, so that they can have a hard time! But mom, it's not them who suffer, but me, your daughter!
I went to the bed and took out a photo frame from under the mattress. In the photo, I look like a proud little princess, wearing a white tulle skirt, and my parents are hugging behind me. The whole family grinned at the camera like fools. On the National Day the year before last, my family went to Hainan Island to take photos. I don't remember why I am so happy, only remember that the sky is so blue and the sea is so blue, like a postcard. I hate mom and dad, and I hate Aunt Lin, a fox! Hum, what's so great about adults? I can still have a happy holiday without them. I want to play all-night games!
The phone rang. It must be mom. Mom loves me after all, and this year is a rare combination of Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, 19 only once! I stumbled to answer the phone, not my mother, but my good friend Tong Tong. She said that she was enjoying the moon with her parents in fairy mountain. The moon is round and big! I told her that we had a big party at home today. It's so noisy that I don't have time to see the moon.
Put the phone down, I looked out of the window with dim eyes. I saw black houses all around and the sky was gray. I can't find the big round moon.
A red sun rises slowly from the east. I opened my eyes dimly. My watch calendar points to August. Looking back on July, it was a month without travel.
July 20 14, the darkest month in aviation history, three planes crashed in seven days, and a series of accidents attracted the attention and shock of the world. My parents were so scared that they cancelled their plans to visit relatives abroad. In my opinion, not to mention three planes, even a plane accident is enough to make us give up the idea of traveling.
In July, men's hearts are boiling because of the World Cup. Dad is a fan, busy with the game, and didn't miss a game in the quarter-finals. He couldn't see the goal once and watched the replay. In the final, I was dragged to sit in front of the TV early as a fake fan. These are more reasons for us to stay at home this July.
In July, the rising temperature caused the virus to start to confuse. This point touched me the most. I experienced the pain of fever and the strange appearance of swollen eyes. Mom has heatstroke, too The hot summer makes us weak men and women. Only by hiding at home to recuperate, travel is even more hopeless.
July is the peak period of electricity consumption, and many old wires are burnt out. My father who works in the electric power bureau suddenly became a workaholic. As an electrical engineer, he often goes out late at night and arrives at the scene at the first time to guide the emergency repair. Such a busy father naturally has no time to take me on a trip.
July, the first month of summer vacation, but for these reasons, the expected trip went up in smoke.
Narrative of the Moon 8 "When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou is high in jade ... "The sound of nature in Faye Wong came from mp3, and it was another full moon. The bright moonlight fell from the sky, so I went downstairs to meditate and appreciate the gesture of the bright moon.
Today's month seems brighter than usual. The golden moon is surrounded by several layers of white rings. Mild moonlight illuminates half the sky, and the moon is rare. Only a few small stars also emit faint light on the horizon, which seems to add a faint luster to today's sky. The moonlight is brighter, like water, falling on me. It is very light, but it is as warm as my mother's touch, and it permeates my heart like a warm current. I close my eyes comfortably and think of China's ancient fairy tales, such as; The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, Tengu Eating the Moon, Wugang Cutting Guangxi and so on. In my mind, there are countless ancient poems related to the moon. For example, we are familiar with them: "Su Shi's' I wish people a long life and a thousand miles of beauty',' Guilin flies to the light and needs to soak in Qiu Lan in cold weather', and Li Bai's' I didn't know the moon when I was a child, so I called it Bai Yupan' ..." And there are more allegorical sayings, such as what? The moon on the eighth day of the seventh lunar month-half cloudy. Looking forward to the bright moon for thirty nights-there is no hope. The moon on the fifteenth-the perfect moon follows the sun-sorry. The moon on August 15th-aboveboard. The moon follows the sun-cherish the light ... "This shows that people in ancient China loved the moon.
Not only China, but also foreigners have a unique love for the moon, such as the moon myth of Bunun, the moon legend of Ami, the moon legend of Atayal and so on. A cool breeze blew, and I recovered my thoughts and looked at the bright moonlight calmly. Faye Wong's singing voice is still like nature: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine.". It was difficult to accomplish this in ancient times. I hope people will last long. "
September, September's narrative, has dissolved into eternal loneliness in my heart. She always wears a pale and melancholy face thoughtfully. There are only one moon among the stars. Knife has experienced thousands of years of loneliness in the cold. So, she tirelessly searched for the same kind in the clear water, as if it were not her, but it was difficult for second time around to break the dream garden.
That kind of beauty's arrogance and calmness in cold eyes make everything in the world respect.
The most beautiful month is in the boundless grassland, the gray-blue sky, and the secret of beauty is condensed in the silence of the Millennium. In front of the yurt, the charming and long-awaited prairie girl throws coils of affectionate touching. When Ma Touqin brings me bitterness from afar, I will be intoxicated under the gaze of the moon, and tears for you will shine like a pearl.
Whether ancient or modern, the full moon depends on the fence. Long sleeves and thin shirts, no landing, no sky. Such as the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, sunny. Under the cool breeze, countless sorrows of looking for marriage are spilled, such as petals of broken flowers, falling into ruthless water, splashing layers of bitterness. Who can end this endless overlapping wave?
Looking at the moon by the window, the curtain is still Gao Xian, and the dead branches cut the moon shadow on the window, which gives birth to the sadness of branches for no reason. The thin face of the moon swayed gently on the window, as if forgetting and sighing. If there are tears, a little bud will be born on the dead branches, leaving a faint scent in the hearts of the moon watchers.
I like watching the moon by the lake best. Especially on moonless nights, the cold wind blows gently and the lake is faint. I was afraid that the beautiful moon fell into a deep lake when I was putting on makeup yesterday. The huge silver plate, like a crystal snowball, melted and precipitated when it fell into the water, taking away my sustenance for this day. I waited by the lake, thinking about the moon. Because she's gone, I'm more lonely.
I fell asleep and dreamed that a beautiful moon floated from the lake. There are crystal tears in clear eyes, and some traces of years have been added to the round face, which is also softer and more peaceful. She looked at me and understood my thoughts. I looked at her, why are my eyes not on the moon, but my heart in the sky?
I walked into her heart and danced for the last time, playing a moonlit night on the riverside.
September narrative 10 arrived, chestnuts were ripe, and I suddenly seemed to eat chestnuts picked from the mountains. The chestnuts on the mountain are still there, but the person who picked them for me left me.
One weekend in mid-September, I went to pick chestnuts somewhere on the mountain with my bag on my back. The place I'm talking about is my grandmother's home, the home of the man who picked chestnuts for me. When I was a child, I regarded it as a warmer home than anywhere else, even my real home, but now it is getting farther and farther away from me. Without grandma's kind smile, I can't feel a trace of warmth in a big home.
When I got to the chestnut tree, I brought a long bamboo pole and smashed the chestnuts, blue chestnuts and brown chestnuts on the tree. I carefully broke the prickly chestnut buds. Inadvertently, my finger was stabbed by chestnut bud. I blew my finger and my nose was sour. In the past, whenever I was injured, grandma would always come to help me blow the wound, but now, grandma, where are you? I think: in another world, you will cry and feel sad for my carelessness! I put chestnuts without chestnuts in a bag and came to grandma's grave. Then, I divided the chestnuts into two parts, one was buried in front of grandma's grave, and the other was ready to take home. Grandma is a little childish. When eating chestnuts, she always shares them with me. At this time, I will complain that my grandmother is stingy. Grandma smiled foolishly and said, "Your brother taught me a new idiom today, which seems to be called soul mate!" " ! This chestnut symbolizes the heart, your half, my half, and the hearts of our three generations are linked together. You say, isn't this great? "Say that finish, I gave my grandmother a thumbs-up and pretended to praise her for her good translation. Grandma naturally knew that I was laughing at her and was not angry. Instead, she laughed with me.
I was exhausted after coming home from the mountain. It's hard to imagine what my elderly grandmother can do to alleviate this hard work. After junior high school, I have no time to go to the mountains to eat chestnuts with my grandmother. But every September when the chestnuts are ripe, my grandmother will call me and say, "Dear grandson, don't you have time to come to my grandmother's house this year?" I answered while reading extracurricular books, and grandma didn't say anything more. I seem to feel grandma's great disappointment. Unfortunately, what I didn't expect was that my grandmother, whose legs and feet were inconvenient, came down the mountain to see me. I rushed out of the house to meet her. I saw grandma with a big bag of chestnuts in her hand and sweat on her face, but her mouth was full of laughter. She took me home and said to me, "I knew you wanted chestnuts, so I came down the mountain ..." Tears ran down my cheeks. I don't remember what grandma said later.
The chestnuts burned in the fire have burnt. My tears may make the burning fire smaller or even put out, but they can't put out the eternal fire left by my grandmother in my memory. Although people are dead, their memories cannot be erased. Grandma's love for me is deeply rooted in my heart.