1 Time will never miss the beauty of the world again.
I turned into dirt and got under the cherry tree.
Just because I'm tired of the world.
Gradually
My soul moved to the branches of the cherry tree.
In spring.
I fantasize about cherry blossoms.
Waiting for opening
finally
I spread my delicate petals.
Looking forward to all kinds of sadness at a loss
early morning
A group of naive dolls are looking up at the sky on the grass.
I happily unfolded five petals.
dusk
It's always dark
I saw a white silk hanging on the cherry tree.
That is a girl with tears on her cheeks.
I hold up her fragile soul with my five petals.
Quietly send her under the cherry tree.
Second year
There is a cherry blossom next to me.
Is she?
Second year
Another flower has blossomed.
It's her. It's another her.
Gradually
The cherry trees are full of cherry blossoms.
Today's bright sunshine, warm spring breeze, everything is full of spring, and the good weather has brought me a good mood.
Never need words, the sweetest load. The sound of years passing is like the sound of birds spreading their wings. It's like walking barefoot on the beach. For many days, like the rushing tide, it overflows my feet without leaving a trace. In the afternoon of April, the sun pours gently. Looking into the sky, there is no cloud in Wan Li. Listen to the beautiful melody and enter the feeling of beauty. .
Since this life is destined to hold hands with you, let's try to make each other happy in the future. I have been looking for a space that belongs to me and the person I love. I can't help thinking that the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old together with you, hand in hand, and don't have to walk. Still want to hold your hand-cold! Ha ha.
Wow, the weather is changeable. There were no clouds in Wan Li just now, but now the rain is hitting the eaves unscrupulously, giving people a cool feeling. Everything comes from being in a good mood today, hehe!
Life sentiment: life is a process, sadly, it can't be repeated! No matter how much money we spend on this train called Life, we can't get a return ticket. Fortunately, it can be changed! Therefore, we must do our best to make it more beautiful!
In this materialistic modern urban jungle, due to various pressures, we see more and more pessimistic people, so invisibly, living really tired has become a speech bomb for many people. Tired. . Tired. . This is the sentence I have heard the most and felt the deepest since I came here. When I look back on the road I have traveled in my twilight years, how can such a life be beautiful? In addition to regret, but also regret!
However, in such a cold world, how can we live without regrets? Maybe we can't make everything perfect, and we can't make the most perfect life plan for ourselves, but we can definitely try to give ourselves a good mood!
As the saying goes: it is better to be beautiful than to live beautifully! Indeed, a beautiful journey of life, a beautiful mood throughout the whole process, will certainly write a wonderful legend! In those legends, when you walk through the terminal of life, you may not have too many regrets, too many complaints, even a whole blank memory, and some-all the beautiful footprints behind you and that beautiful mood!
In the morning, facing the rising sun, the figure of white clouds and green grass ignited the persistence and persistence of youth.
I'm running on the crimson track. Step by step, one figure after another gradually disappeared behind me; Sweat dripped down my cheeks, condensing the light of the hot sun. If I were one of these waves, I would stick to the sea in my running journey; Even though the ocean is boundless, I will insist on being the highest and most beautiful spray.
Breathing heavily, panting, it is difficult to take a step. The morning light painted our figure with a touch of gold, and I saw everyone gritting their teeth and insisting; Although everyone is tired, who wants to think that they are inferior to others?
On the roads around the school, between the runways, the persistence of sweat and tears was branded, and the history of bitterness and joy was engraved. A hawthorn beside the path, full of red fruits, swayed slightly in the light and shadow.
The bell for math class has rung, but the classroom is still quiet. I was immersed in the problem of a quadratic function, holding a train of thought in my mind and scribbling on the draft paper. Step by step, the steps leading to the answer were gradually stepped over. Finally, standing on the preparatory bell for the next class, I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed my textbooks, and the dimples on my cheeks danced with joy.
The light and shadow outside the night study window are blurred, the veils at night cover Chang 'an, and lanterns illuminate the world.
The atmosphere in the classroom is as calm as water, and the sound of strokes across the pages is the accompaniment of endeavor. The head teacher outside the classroom is unpredictable, much like a buttonwood tree with branches sticking out from the roadside, with sharp eyes catching our every move.
There are many meditative figures with their heads down between the desks and chairs. I am holding a Taoist book and reciting the main points in my mouth. What the teacher said in class jumped into my mind and insisted on making everyone familiar.
In a blink of an eye, we have gone through a junior high school career for more than a month. This drop of water has subtly changed everyone, regardless of personality or habits. We began to get familiar with this period of time, insisted on treating every day's homework attentively, and insisted on doing our best to do well in every exam. In the third grade, we all had a little more stubbornness to persist and never give up.
Come on! I am willing to live up to my youth, have no regrets, and fight the Wan Li sky with a little persistence!
That day, I came back from my grandmother's house and fell on the bed. I felt a splitting headache and fell asleep.
Mom went to the kindergarten to pick up her sister, and dad was on a business trip. There is no one at home, and all the doors are locked.
Suddenly, I was awakened by a sound. I tried to climb to the window and have a look. It turned out that there was a guest in the neighbor's house. I suddenly stood up, suddenly it was dark, stayed for a while, and finally got well. I went to find a thermometer and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall. It's already half past six. Didn't my sister finish school at five o'clock? Why haven't you come yet?
At this moment, I heard the creak of the gate, and I knew someone was coming back. It turned out that my sister was out of school. Speak of the devil.
Sister shouted: Sister ran to the second floor and came to my room. He shook my hand and said, wow, it's hot. Are you a stove? Suddenly I was amused by him. He added: Wait. I ignored him, too. After a while, he took a thermometer and said, I measured you! I said. Test it again! He pursed his lips.
I couldn't beat him, so I agreed.
Mother cooked the meal and told me to go down for dinner. My sister said, let's go, the food is not delicious when it is cold. I'll take you! I thought: where did you learn all this? What a sweet mouth!
My sister and I went downstairs together, and we were at the small table. My mother made loofah soup and we ate it together. Suddenly I feel much better. Mom and dad asked me how I was. Do I still have a fever? Hearing this, my sister ran to my father's arms and said, hold me, hold me. Why don't you ask me? Then ask me quickly, not your sister! Mom said: You are so selfish!
My sister is sometimes kind-hearted and sometimes selfish. I prefer a kind-hearted sister!
People who have no secrets are empty, so everyone will have their own little secrets. I am no exception, my little secret is buried in my heart, but I will tell you today.
I remember when I was seven or eight years old, my parents were not at home that day. It was boring to stay at home after finishing my homework, so I invited some good friends downstairs to my house to play. We came up with an interesting game called "Touch the Blind". This game is that a person grabs something blindfolded, and others can run around a room at will, and whoever the catcher catches will be caught. After saying the rules, we began to play. The first one was not caught, so I found a place to hide. I hid behind the curtain. I didn't expect the catcher to come to me from the beginning, and I didn't even have a chance to go out so close. He took me alive, so I had to be the second catcher. At the beginning of the second round, I learned to wave in front of me like a blind man. I walked carefully, for fear of touching something. But something unexpected happened. I just heard a little noise and walked to that place. Suddenly, I felt as if I had touched something. I heard a bang before I knew it. I quickly untied the cloth in front of my eyes and lowered my head. I broke the cup. What should I do? I'm finished now. Mom will definitely talk about me when she comes home. This is what a good friend said, "When your mother comes back, you should take the initiative to admit your mistake first, and she should forgive you." "No, this is my mother's favorite cup. She won't forgive me." I said uneasily, "Why don't I buy another one just like it?" "I think so." Another good friend replied.
I took out all my pocket money and went to the supermarket. I searched carefully from the place where the cups were sold for a long time and finally found the same one. When I got home, I swept up the pieces and threw them away. Then put the newly bought cup back.
My mother hasn't found that cup yet, which has become my little secret. Although it has been a long time, this secret has been buried in my heart forever and has become my secret forever.
I remember when I first came here, there was no building and my face was like a newborn baby. I never thought he would change.
Once again, I came to the alley, and a faint historical atmosphere came to my face. The buildings decorated on the street added a bit of elegance to the alley. The people in this alley guarded her wholeheartedly and turned into a force floating over the alley.
I remember that in the past, the alley was sparsely populated, and few people came here to do business. Sometimes you can hear the echo when you shout in the alley, and that purity will scare you. I never thought he would be as talented as he is now.
Nowadays, the alleys are very lively in the morning, and there are voices of hawking and bargaining. The people in the alley were not shy and shouted at the top of their lungs. People who sell vegetables will not pay high prices, and people who buy vegetables will not pay low prices, so there is always laughter in the alley. Occasionally, an old lady who does morning exercises falls down, and people will quickly help her up. Some want to send her home, others want to send her to the hospital for examination. The people in the alley are like the blue sky, blue and white, and blue and kind.
I still remember that people in the alley were not very rich. I occasionally heard that someone in that alley had a promising child who walked out of town and went out into the world. The whole family was happy for him. Yes, but how many people came back? I never thought he would change.
Nowadays, the alley has developed rapidly and has become the soul and symbol of the town. Wanderers who travel abroad will come back regularly and take a walk in this alley. Smell the fresh air in this hometown and feel the eternal artistic conception of falling leaves. Yes, the alley is the home of the people, a place to live and work in peace and contentment, and knows everything about the town like the back of his hand.
The scenery in the alley is simple, the people are naive and the scenery remains unchanged. I once fantasized about how beautiful the town was, but found that the development of alleys and towns was very similar.
Although the scene in the alley before is gone forever, we will always meet again, which will be treasured in my heart and will never be forgotten.
On Monday, June 22nd, it rained in Mao Mao on the fourth day.
Tour Wuxi.
Wuxi is a clean and beautiful city. When I used to think of Wuxi, I thought of all kinds of things in the south of the Yangtze River: richness, prosperity, brilliance and brightness. But Huishan ancient town let me see the whole Wuxi.
Approaching the archway of the ancient town, you can see the green hills in the distance, with a light rain. The weather is cold but not cold, and the wind is moist but not wet. Entering the ancient town is not as crowded as expected, but like a real town. There are small business stalls selling strange things near and far. There are plain-dressed old people playing erhu in the street, and there are kittens playing tricks on others in the middle of the street. People may go or hurry, but no one is in a hurry.
Maybe such a quiet town can really slow down time.
There is a Jichang Garden in the ancient town, which is the private garden of Qin Fengshan. I don't appreciate the exquisite gardens. I just feel that the scenery is similar to other gardens. In contrast, it is somewhat leisurely here. Plus, few people are empty, and I still seem to hear the echo of history. If you go through all the gardens, you won't get lost, because all the gardens are interconnected. When you run out of water, you will turn around and go back to the starting point.
The most precious story in the ancient town should be the story of A Bing, a blind musician. It is said that when A Bing was down and out, he was sad in a hot spring, and that song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" shocked the world. At this time, spring is no longer as clear as before. It flows tirelessly and quietly, as if telling the world the bitterness and sadness of A Bing's life.
Melodious and quaint guqin sounds floated from Wanshuge beside Er Quan, and the melody was elegant and smooth. Listening to this kind of music in Huishan ancient town, where there are few tourists, you will feel very quiet here. Take a nap under the porch, the lotus pond at the foot is so beautiful, the wooden house under the porch is exquisite and lovely, and there is a clear and melodious echo in the ear; Looking up is a green castle peak, and looking down is a mottled and mossy stone road. There is no one in front of me except the empty lane, and there is no noise in my ears. Only the silk and bamboo meditate, what fame and wealth, what fame and fortune, but here, your heart is empty and safe.
In the corner of the ancient town, there is a memorial archway with outstanding people. There are few tourists in sight. I thought it had no special features, but when I went in, it was a surprise: there were actually many ancestral temples inside! Going deep into it, we actually found the ancestral temples of Gongci, Xifuzi, Zhang Zai and Zhu Hezai, great scholars. These people have made great contributions to the progress of history, and their ancestral halls are solemn and intriguing.
Before leaving, the light rain that had stopped began to rain again, covering Huishan in the distance with a layer of misty rain. The emerald green of the mountain and the dark green of the sky are almost integrated, and the boundary between the mountain and the sky is gradually disappearing, like splashing ink on mountains and rivers, and stopping here like dipping a pen in light ink, making people feel as if they are in a painting, and their body and mind are no longer tired. Everything has stopped and the heart is quiet.
Outside the town, Wuxi is still a modern city, but as long as Huishan ancient town stays here for one day, Wuxi will be as quiet and beautiful as the ancient town in the rain.
Misty rain in Jiangnan, misty rain in Wuxi.
Wuxi in the south of the Yangtze River is drifting away. Like a woman coming from the depths of history, she approached me with a smile and walked away with a smile, leaving only a graceful figure. And her voice and smile, her beautiful face, her mysterious smile, even if vaguely indistinguishable, are still intriguing and chewy.
The world is complex and fuzzy, and people often get lost in it, thus losing their id and being confused. But the Indian poet Tagore said, "Faith is a bird. It feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. " Yes, faith is a bird. Its song can find the ID, penetrate the darkness and explore the light.
Throughout history, people who have achieved something always have starry sky on their heads, birds singing in their ears and firm beliefs in their hearts. Cha Sheng Lu Yu's life goal is to learn miscellaneous studies, and the pursuit of knowledge is his lifelong belief. Although he could have entered the official career by virtue of his poetic talent, he chose to strengthen his faith and concentrate on miscellaneous studies, so this is the eternal tea classics. Lu Yu's success is by no means accidental, but comes from his inner belief. If he didn't have this belief, but chose to follow the secular vision and step into the officialdom, then there would be such a bright star missing from the altar of literature. Therefore, faith is a bird that leads us to pursue our dreams and reach the highland of life.
The power of faith can not only benefit individuals, but also benefit society. Yu Qian, the "Prime Minister of Salvation", is loyal and determined to serve the country. The country, for him, is a bird, guiding his direction. At the critical moment of the Ming Empire, patriotic blood helped him to turn the tide and save the Ming Dynasty. As a Japanese, Haruki Murakami insists on telling the truth and telling the truth in words. His concern for human society has transcended national boundaries, such as showers of spring rain, which have soothed countless riddled hearts. They live in different times and different countries, but the same thing is that they all know that faith is a bird that can fly high and spread to the ends of the earth.
Looking back at the present, the word faith has long been engraved in the blood of China people, and it is the genetic code flowing in the blood. As Yu Guangzhong said: "As long as Cang Xie's inspiration is immortal and the beautiful China people are not old, the centripetal force like an image magnet will certainly grow." China culture, which has continued to this day, has long been closely linked with thousands of ordinary people in Qian Qian. Culture is a kind of belief, a soft but tenacious string that connects scattered beads into a country and a society. No matter where you are, city or country, foreign country or other hometown, as long as you think of the word "China", you can whisper the word "China" and describe it in detail. "My hometown has a golden face, and my body has totem blood" is an eternal belief. Faith is a bird, which crosses the barrier of time and space and composes a long-standing Chinese culture into a patriotic repertoire that shocks mountains and rivers.
You and I are both in the prime of life, just like the rise of Fusang. As the Journey to the West said: "As long as you are sincere and look back, it is Lingshan." If you stick to your beliefs and make unremitting efforts for them, then you will find utopia in the distance.
Struggle in the third grade, even growth is also in the third grade. -inscription
Once upon a time, I was still that ignorant teenager, envious of the beautiful and free life in grade three. With the passage of time, I have stepped into the ladder of grade three. Whenever I recall the funny scenes of the past, I can't help laughing. However, this kind of life is rare in the third grade. Oh! I see, the third grade is a year of struggle, a year of struggle and a beautiful year.
Looking back suddenly, I have been running for eight years, and now we have to embark on a new journey. On the way to the third grade, we climbed the peak of nine-year compulsory education like climbers. We are exploring, on the way forward.
School life is not satisfactory, and the tension in grade three is almost suffocating. I try to get myself into the state and improve my academic performance again. "One Middle School" is our dream, and it is also the dream of parents and teachers. It is this dream that drives us forward.
Because I'm getting more and more nervous about studying and talking to my parents less, sometimes I feel like I'm in a closed basement. It seems that the temperature fluctuates with my mood. By the third day, friends are no longer simply fighting. But to talk to each other and become dependent on each other. In the third year of your life, you will encounter many things that you are at a loss at first. At this time, you will find out how important friends are to a person. Friends are like a glimmer of light in the dark, helping you to move forward on the road of learning, and it will heal the wounds of your heart like a warm hand.
Although the third grade is getting more and more tired, the happiness also increases. In the third year, we are happy in sports on the court, happy in life reading, and happy in competition and transcendence. To me, the whole junior high school is like a landscape painting. The first day and the second day are just sketches, and the third day is the most beautiful scenery in the painting. The moonlight is dim tonight, and I am very sleepy. In a blur, I saw the scene before the middle school entrance examination. The students read books and do their homework tirelessly, and dare not relax at all.
Oh, it's the third grade and the final period. We should leave flowers, marks and blessings on this road.
10 It was a weekend. I do my homework at home, and my father is at home. In order to go out to play early, I took out the answer sheet and copied it. Dad checked my schoolbag again as usual. I didn't care, just thought, "check it. Anyway, I didn't bring any extra-curricular books home to read. See what you can find. "
"Cheng Jun." Dad came up to me and cried deeply. Oh, no, you won't find anything, will you? My heart is like fifteen buckets of water at once.
"Look, what is this?" Dad picked up the answer sheet I hid under my notebook, and I whispered, "answer sheet." It's as low as a mosquito. With my answer, my father's eyes shifted to the answer sheet, and I was silent.
At this time, I secretly looked at him. He frowned and fixed his eyes on the answer sheet. From those staring eyes, I saw my father's disappointment and extreme disappointment.
"You do your homework first." He said a little fiercely. I have unspeakable pain in my heart.
After a while, my father took out a piece of paper from the drawer and put it in front of me. "Look at this paper, and then look at this answer." "This is your tuition and fees from kindergarten to now. This is how you repay your parents. " Say, pick up the answer sheet and put it in front of me. After listening to my father, I regret it very much. My parents worked hard for me, but I let them down. I shouldn't.
Dad added: "Doing homework is to test whether you have mastered what you have learned and to review and consolidate it.". You don't read the questions, just copy the answers. So, what is the point of doing homework? As a monitor, you know that if you copy the answers like this, your classmates will look down on you. You have grown up and should be sensible. I don't want to say anything more. You should reflect on yourself. " Although my father's words were brief, they pierced my heart like steel needles, which made me feel ashamed. My father is out, and I can't stay there for long.
This incident touched me a lot and made me deeply understand the hard work of my parents. Since then, I have carefully thought about every assignment and completed it independently. Dad's words will always inspire me to work hard.
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