If the grass has no nectar
then it will never enjoy the joy of growth
If there are no stars in the sky
then people will Lost the guiding beacon
If the garden does not have a gardener
then it is just a barren land
If we do not have a teacher
So, what will happen?
The teacher is the sweet nectar
She makes the grass grow sturdily
The teacher is the shining star
p>She pointed out the route for us
The teacher is a hard-working gardener
She turned the barren land into a beautiful garden
If, if Without the teacher
We would not be what we are now
Thank you, teacher
You gave birth to us with your sweet and prosperous milk
You have nourished us with your hard work
There are mountains beyond the mountains
"Beyond the mountains are green mountains and towers outside the tower" - whose poem is this, what is the sentence after it, Qin Chen couldn't remember clearly and didn't want to verify it, as that seemed unrealistic. If you don’t know, just say you don’t know—but find out later. There are so many things I don’t know, so what reason do I have to be proud of? He remembers that when he was in elementary school, his academic performance was always among the best, but when he took the junior high school entrance examination, he was barely admitted, and he truly realized the meaning of "the mountains beyond the mountains and the buildings outside the mountains".
As soon as Qin Chen stepped through the gate of the middle school, he was attracted by the environment there. Not long after, he heard a poem by a principal praising the school: It is surrounded by a river in the south and mountains in the north, with gurgling streams on both sides. It faces a national defense road in the east and Yuanye Miliangchuan in the west. Qin Chen felt that the poem and its setting were very appropriate and touching. "To catch up, we must go to a higher mountain!" He secretly made up his mind.
Qin Chen has a preference for Chinese, and he can't keep up with other courses, which makes him taste the hardship of climbing mountains outside. This taste is more uncomfortable than swallowing sticky sweet potato leaves. Although the country has weathered three years of natural disasters, Qin Chen's family still lives a life of "half a year bran vegetables and half a year dried sweet potatoes". Other students eat white flour steamed buns and corn steamed buns, but it can only eat dried sweet potatoes, corn porridge, and bran vegetable steamed buns. But whether in class or in the morning and evening self-study under the light of the gas lamp, he was so focused and serious, staring at the mountain peaks and climbing up with difficulty.
When the first grade of junior high school is coming to an end, Qin Chen’s scores in various subjects are already among the best, especially one of his upgrade essays. In the unanimous recognition of the teachers in the Chinese Teaching and Research Department, Qin Chen ranks among the top three. It was used as a model essay in the Chinese language class of the first grade, and attracted many classmates’ approving glances.
"Are there any mountains beyond the mountains?" It should be yes. But when you stand on the top of the mountain, sometimes you are not so sober, let alone a young boy. ——Adults may not be so sober either.
The same is true for Qin Chen.
He had an idea to go outside the mountains and see what the world outside the mountains was like. ——For example, do people in the world outside the mountains also eat sweet potato leaves and steamed buns?
A small change
It has been a long time since I updated my space. I always felt that I had the perseverance to update my space every day, but time has proven it again. Her intimidation was ruthlessly destroyed, and I found it very funny. There was a lot of unhappiness and unhappiness in the past few days, but life is so full of mysterious attraction. Even if my body is bruised and my mind is fragile, I still can't stop myself from feeling and experiencing these kinds of things. First time and incredible in life.
I don’t want to write down the little things every day in space. Since I study art, I can’t always let others think that what I write is superficial. Haha, although my ability is extremely Limited. Take the poem I want to write recently to praise the school. I already want to hit my head against the wall. I am really uninspired. However, I still hope to write some words that can make my heart tremble for a while. , even if it is such a subtle thread...
There are so many things that happened during the May Day Golden Week. There are so many things to write about, and there is always no clue. Apart from sorting them out, Organizing... After I came back, things started to pile up immediately, like the overflowing flood, which overwhelmed me in the blink of an eye. I find that I always regard space as my vent, and always write down countless complaints here, freezing them in bits and pieces of memory, making such sadness and helplessness become history and become a scar that can never be erased in my growth. . However, in reality, I don't like this. The only result of doing so is to turn the originally big self into a wooden shell that has completely lost its will and is unrecognizable to me.
Because I realize this, I will slowly change myself and change what I regard as the holy place where my soul is completely free:) Write a little poem from before:
I use the devil Fly to heaven with wings
When one day my soul leaves me
The elegy of life plays for the first time in the sky
Me
But he could only lie there quietly
Feel the pulse of the earth with his cold body
Listen to the gradually weakening tremor of the heart
< p> Waiting for the end of it allWhen all the sounds pass away in my world
When my still obsessed eyes slowly close
I
know that I have left
However, I also clearly understand
I am about to go to another world that does not belong to me
< p>I have long heard people sayThe moment the soul leaves the body
I am destined to go from a familiar place to a strange place
Whether I like it or not
Facing this truth
In my opinion
Struggle and resistance are obviously superfluous
Maybe I
am just such a submissive person
I wonder if God made a joke on me
When I was Ruthlessly playing with it in the palm of my hand
When I slowly lost consciousness
What appeared in front of me was an intersection
The end of the intersection was connected to Two completely different worlds
One is called hell
and the other is called heaven
I have known it for a long time in my original world
Hell is filled with demons with their mouths wide open
And heaven
is filled with angels with white wings
< p> Just when I did not hesitateand happily made what I thought was the right decision
the road to heaven in front of me
disappeared
Disappearing so completely
That makes me heartbroken
And because of this
I firmly believe The thing is
All of this is just a joke of God
And I
am just a character in this joke
A sole protagonist
I
still accept it!
Still suffering in silence?
Even though this is my nature and my intention
But I still cannot use my rationality to suppress my sensibility
That surging anger The whole hell was burned instantly
The desperate demons were howling crazily everywhere
Howlings came and went
The ferocious flames reflected the sky red
Let the anger burn even more fiercely!
I will use my grief and anger to burn away my cowardice and cowardice
Let the anger burn more intensely!
I will use my second life to burn down the whole hell
I will use my next life to atone for today
I will fly with devil's wings To heaven...