1 We all stumble and grow up in time, and then we leave the original appearance a little bit. Flowers bloom and fall, and we go to Qiu Lai in spring. Time remains the same, and we are changing. The only constant is that we are changing all the time. -inscription
When I went to kindergarten for the first time, my mother put down her tears and I turned away. Looking at the back of my mother's determined departure, I dried my tears. In an instant, I knew that I had grown up. I wanted to leave my mother's arms and learn to be independent.
Father is on a business trip and mother is ill again. I must take care of my mother and study hard. For a moment, I suddenly understood that when I grow up, I should learn to handle my responsibilities.
I didn't win the prize in the piano competition, and I was very depressed. My mother advised me to be strong, not to be discouraged, and there is still a chance. I think, since I have tried my best, I can't consider whether to award the prize or not. In an instant, I suddenly grew up and learned to be strong.
The hat was sprinkled with ink. I knew it was a prank of the students behind me. I wanted to pursue it originally, but I have to admit that I did it myself. But on second thought, he couldn't wash the ink off my body. Besides, it's not good for classmates to be stiff for so many years. Now that it has happened, let it go! There is a saying that "the mind is as broad as the sea." In an instant, I grew up and understood that people should learn to be tolerant when they are alive.
My mother and I went out to buy food that day. The food market was dirty, so I waited outside. This is, I felt a paper towel in my pocket and threw it on the ground, thinking, there is so much garbage here, who knows which one I threw? This scene was seen by the mother who bought food. She scolded me for the first time and punished me accordingly. At that moment, I suddenly grew up, learned and realized what civilization is.
Once, Queen Victoria of England quarreled with her husband, who went back to his bedroom and stayed at home alone. When the queen returned to the bedroom, she had to knock at the door. The husband asked inside, "Who?" Victoria proudly replied, "The Queen." I didn't expect it to be closed and silent. She had to knock at the door again. Inside, he asked, "Who?" "Victoria" Queen replied. Still nothing happened inside. The queen had to knock at the door again. Inside, he asked, "Who?" The queen learned her lesson and replied softly, "Your wife." This time, the door opened. At that moment, I grew up, and that's what happened. I have learned to treat people as equals, and there is no door that I can't open.
Who cut time into fireworks? You can see all the prosperity in an instant. A tree is full of flowers, and it is the end of the world at a glance. -P.S.
Two stars smirked and carved these five words on the messy chair of the class, only loving Wei; Tintin at the same table knocked on Star's head puzzled.
"Ahem, Xing Zi, what do you mean by these words?"
The star shook his head suddenly, which made the students around him laugh, but the star didn't care and laughed with the students. Tintin can't stand it any longer. He pulled the stars out of the classroom. Behind him, a shrill laugh stimulated people's eardrums. ...
Tintin flung off Star Nuo's hand and stared at Star Nuo with hatred that iron generally did not produce. Star didn't seem to see it, talking to himself;
I am an abandoned baby, hehe. So I am an abandoned baby.
Tintin suddenly held the silly girl in front of him. In this way, he kept holding her regardless of his panic.
This is an era of eloquence, and people's hearts are full of saliva. Sometimes, some truths become more and more clear, but more often, people fall into the maze of fallacies in endless "arguments", blur principles, lose their direction, abandon traditions, and finally lose their hearts. There are too many voices and opinions in our ears, and our position is like a ship that will be washed away by the sea. At this time, all we have to do is believe in silence: silence is golden.
Silence is golden, because all languages suddenly deteriorate from the moment they are spoken. Just like the silk lotus unearthed in an ancient tomb, it will turn to dust when it meets sunlight and oxygen. If it is conceived in your mind, it may always change direction at the moment when the lips and teeth collide. Therefore, Taoism believes that "words" can't measure the road, and Zen says that "words don't stand, they point directly at people's hearts." The reason why people abandon the efficacy of simple language is because they understand that some things can't be simply described by language. The beauty of music is hard to describe in words; The beauty of scenery can't be summarized in words; The beauty of truth is hard to express in words; The beauty of the human mind can't be expressed in words ... the profoundness of everything in the world and the subtle touches in the depths of the soul can't be described even by masters, let alone ordinary people. Wang Guowei said that writing poetry is the most taboo, but who can really replace the vast universe and complex emotions with just a few lines? Language is just a mirror, and the image in the mirror is only a virtual image; I don't know how many distorted mirrors there are in the world, only that there are too many distorted languages. Knowing that language is impossible and unreliable, I prefer to choose silence. Silence is not necessarily beauty, but eloquence often destroys beauty.
Silence is golden, because you know something you shouldn't say. Being outspoken is a virtue, but it doesn't always apply. Hurtful words should not be said. They leave eternal wounds in people's hearts, which is a gap that cannot be stitched between people, so we are silent; You shouldn't talk big. No matter how open and flamboyant the times become, there is a bottom line of shame in people's hearts. Crossing this bottom line will only lead to disgust, so we are silent. We shouldn't say anything that agrees with others' wishes, flatters others' words and harms others' interests, because we keep our noble soul, maintain our dignity and morality, and stand up our unchanging backbone with silence ... When there are many things we shouldn't say, we should learn to be completely silent.
You may sometimes listen to it too much and mistakenly think that eloquence and language make up the world. But when you walk out of here, you will see the silence of heaven and earth, the silence of mountains and rivers, the silence of nature, the silence of time and space ... The infinite universe teaches us eternal silence, and as many words and languages as stars are scattered in the corner of time and space, which is always ignored.
We live in the big family of society and always get along with all kinds of people. Getting along with others requires us not to hide, not to alienate, and to treat everyone with sincerity. Sincerity is the openness of mind. Enthusiasm and trust in people, figuratively speaking, are the air that caresses and gentle wings fly. Trust is to believe, to trust oneself, others and society, and to reflect one's own realm. I live in an environment full of trust, I am learning, I am imitating, and I am also feeling the positive energy of trust. ...
Trust is the reflection of our inner good quality, and life can't bloom brilliantly from lies.
Parents' trust in their children will make them grow up better. Trust between husband and wife can reduce unnecessary misunderstandings. Trust between strangers can light up the hearts of the world and make people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts, like a spring breeze. "The stall owner went home for dinner. Please put the money in the box when you buy steamed bread. Thank you for your cooperation. Please leave some money for those who buy steamed buns. " No one sells steamed buns, which attracts everyone's attention. Zhang Jingzhen, she never sells steamed bread. This is all based on the customer's consciousness. It has been like this for five years. She believes that there are no thieves in the world. She believes in family ties in the world. She believes that there are not only "old people who are afraid to help when they fall" in society. She believes there are still stars shining in the sky at night. Her five-year action has explained to us what is faithfulness and kindness, because it is faith that gives her the courage to sell steamed buns and kindness that gives her the conditions of trust.
Trust is the key and necessary condition for success.
Due to trust, loyal ministers, Wang Wei, Zou Ji and other ministers remonstrated in succession, and finally defeated Qi in the imperial court. Because of trust, the revolutionary army finally established a new China under the guidance of * * * *; Because of trust, Yu and two good friends have developed and expanded New Oriental. Because of trust, ... Zhu Yan's words are gorgeous. Trust connects our strength, trusts our life entrusted to us, trusts us to succeed in our short life, and trusts us to make a difference in our short life. Shakespeare said: If you don't believe in yourself, what truth do you believe in? Maybe we are just one of the sentient beings now, but we must firmly believe that as long as we always work hard and strive for the light, we will live a full life. One day, we will radiate our own unique light. Trust between people is like a piece of paper. Once it is broken, it will never be the same again. The result of distrust is always tragic, because the distrust of Qu Yuan eventually led to the death of Qu Yuan's compassionate devotion to the Miluo River and Chu Huaiwang. Because they didn't trust Fan Zeng, a generation of bullies ended up under siege and killed themselves in Wujiang River. These are all lessons of blood. Throughout the ages, case after case tells us that trust between people is very important.
Trust is the washing of life and soul.
Trust can bring back a person who is about to go to rolling in the deep. Trust can make people who are desperate and frustrated see hope again. Trust can make a broken heart complete. Trust is an important factor of friendship. How much this air decreases, how much friendship will disappear accordingly. The friendship of modern people is very strong and fragile. Friendship is a tunnel that is dug deeper and deeper, and there is no turning back. An unforgettable friendship is as unforgettable as hatred. At this time, it is very important for friends to be honest with each other. Frank communication with friends will make us sensitive to our true feelings, erase the shadows in our eyes and make our mood happy again. It doesn't matter that some are praised by the world and some are fleeting. What we want is the true meaning of trust.
Life cannot blossom brilliantly from lies. Life needs trust, and trust makes people full of sunshine and happiness.
Let trust enter the heart.
I still remember the first time we met. One rainy night nine years ago. I sat in the living room eating popcorn and watching TV. Grandma came in with you. At that time, you were quite young, and your little head emerged from the clothes wrapped around you and looked at me blankly. It's really cute, bubbling.
You are all black, so we call you "sunspots". You look furry, your ears are straight on your head, and your round eyes often turn smartly. You often spoil me, bite the corners of my pants and pull hard, and circle around me when you are hungry. I also like teasing you, tickling you while you are lying down, and throwing my snacks high for you to catch with your mouth. You must like it, too.
However, soon you will grow up and look like a big German shepherd. When you meet strangers, you will yell at people and jump in front of them. Even I'm a little scared to see this. So, the family decided to tie you up with a thin chain, and grandpa built a nest for you in the backyard and covered you with a cotton pad. But you know what? I couldn't sleep that night without you sleeping by my bed. From that day on, your life has changed: you can't go out with friends to play in the streets and fields, and you can't sleep by my bed. Grandpa said that when you grow up, you have a responsibility. You should guard the door and guard our garden carefully. Grandma said that when you grow up, you should eat enough, and the food you eat has changed from milk to bran and paste. But I know you don't like that kind of food, so I secretly leave you half of the goat milk my grandmother gives me every morning. Every time I'm happy, I always stick out my tongue and lick my mouth, just like after drinking milk.
As usual, I came to play with you and tease you in front of your nest, but grandma no longer allowed me to play with you and threatened me that you would bite. But I know you won't, because we are friends.
After several years, finally, I went to junior high school and lived in the school. We can only meet once every weekend. My junior high school studies are much heavier. I seldom have time to find you again to accompany you and tease you. Sometimes when I am stressed or upset, I will talk to you. At that time, you will lie quietly beside me and listen to me. Sometimes I even cry. You stick out your tongue and lick my hand as if to comfort me.
Every time I leave, I will say to you, "I will play with you next time I come back." But even if you come every time, it's only a few minutes. You must think I'm bad. Every time I turn to look at you when I leave, you always wag your tail and look at me quietly.
One Friday, I came home and found you out. I asked my mother. My mother said you were dead. I don't believe it. My mother said it was buried under the locust tree behind the house. I rushed over and saw a small mound under the tall locust tree, and the newly turned soil was still wet. At that time, I believed that you really left. That evening, the setting sun dyed half the sky red. I suddenly sat under that tree and burst into tears. No one could persuade me. I'm sorry that I overlooked a problem and the fact that you are getting old. I blame myself for turning around so many times and seeing you wagging your tail at me, but I still can't turn around and walk. At that time, you wished I could play with you as before, but I ignored your request again and again.
You have been away from me for more than a year, but I will still think of you often, sunspot. Sunspot, I'm in high school now. The high school campus is very big and beautiful. There are many teachers and classmates in high school, but when I wrote the composition "You and Me", the first thing I thought of was you. Sunspot, I remember everything between us. I haven't forgotten you, just because you and I are best friends.
Sunspot, are you okay in that world? I miss you.
Life is short, spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year, fleeting, accompanied by the rings of years. Let us people who are commonly known as "post-90 s" grow up. From birth to now, although it has not yet reached the middle of life, I have already felt something different in the early stage. There is a good saying, we should treat every day as the last, finish what we think we should do today, and don't wait until we lose it before we know we regret it.
During this time, people were troubled and uneasy by "Malaysia Airlines lost passenger plane MH370". The "Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370" originally scheduled to arrive in Beijing at 10: 00 on March 8, 20xx, lost contact with the airline after flying for more than an hour. Since then, the plane has never appeared in the following time. The whole world is frantically looking for this plane, and various countries have sent submarines, ships, helicopters and other rescue tools, but in the following time, they have not found it. This affects the hearts of all people in China. All kinds of doubts and methods around the world failed to find the missing plane. Until the evening of March 25th, the Malaysian Prime Minister announced that the plane had crashed in the South Indian Ocean, which made people all over the country feel sad, and it was even more difficult for their families to accept this fact. It is incredible that hundreds of lives disappeared into the air without any evidence. 17 days have passed, 154 China people, where are you! Later, everyone had their own deep feelings. Don't wait until you lose it to regret it. A lot of things have not been done, and many wishes have not been fulfilled. The sense of loss in my heart is a kind of pain that can never heal.
Last March, my great-grandmother died. My parents rushed back to their hometown as soon as they received the phone call that day. My parents didn't take me because of my study. When I learned the news, there was always an unspeakable sadness in my heart. The whole person suddenly panicked and was at a loss. Maybe it's the first time I saw my loved ones leave quietly and without interest. You don't know how to cherish until you lose your loved ones. At that time, it was too late to save them. People are born and die, and later I learned that after a long time, my relatives will lose one by one, and I will eventually do the same.
In short, don't wait until you lose it to know what it's like to lose. If the people on "MH370" can come back safely, if grandma's life can be longer, if there is no so-called loss in the world, there will be no such loss, and life will not have so many ups and downs. I hope everyone can treat today as their last day, grasp the present, be kind to everything, hold happiness in their hands, and don't wait until you lose it to learn to cherish it.
I don't know how many times I've been to Crossstreet in the old city. I can't help loving it and running here whenever I have time.
Snack street is just ahead. At night, when the lights are on, people come and go, and everywhere is bustling, so I walk and stroll.
I walked to the door of a stall and suddenly stopped. Every booth was crowded with people and lined up. Only this family is particularly deserted, with two or three people scattered. This is a shop selling iron tofu. Of course, the name of the store is also called this.
Is it because it tastes bad?
I went up to him and ordered one.
The vendor is a middle-aged woman in her thirties. Her skin is a little dark and she can't see her face clearly. She wore a small apron and held her bloated body tightly, exposing the fat around her waist to the air.
She smiled at the two or three people, including me, and then lowered her head and concentrated.
She is slow, not as fast as other stall owners. It may take her five minutes to make a copy in two minutes. I wonder how it tastes. Tofu is neatly placed on the square board. She was wearing gloves, holding a spoon in her right hand and left hand, and kept rummaging for tofu.
She first turned the tofu piece by piece, picked it up with both hands at the same time, gently twisted her arm, then put on the spoon, whimpered a little cumin, and set the seasoning bottles one by one. After a while, it looks almost the same, and then the spoon is lifted, just like it was turned over. Hey! Look at Huang Cancan's shiny face. I curled my pie and heard myself secretly swallowing it.
I was a little shaky, but she was still unhurried and rummaged back and forth several times. There was a sharp pain on the oil plate, and the people around her walked wave after wave until the tofu was burnt. She finally put down the spoon, quickly took out some boxes and tore off some plastic bags from her head. She asked me if I wanted Chili, and I said I wanted some. She nodded, put eight pieces of tofu into a box, picked up cumin in her left hand, and grabbed a handful of chopped green onion in her right backhand. With a turn of her finger, she instantly smashed the chopped green onion into pieces and sprinkled it on the tofu. After a while, she wrapped three copies and handed them out with a smile. When I took it, I found that her palms were still sweating.
I was just about to pay, but before I could say anything, another guest came. Her loud voice spoke again: "Come on." Then he picked up the spoon and began to get busy. I was about to speak when she raised her head and chin and motioned me to put the money in that box: "Find it yourself!" " "
Walking out of the intersection with a box of hot tofu. On a windy night, it was a little cold, but I was warm. I opened my sleeves and had tofu in my mouth. The rough voice of my boss's wife echoed in my ears: "Do you want Chili?"
Gifts are not beautiful, but sincere; Gifts are not expensive, but important. -inscription
Every birthday, I receive gifts from my relatives and friends. This year, I received a unique gift-a card filled with greetings from my classmates. And this is not just a card, but a classmate's affection.
This year's birthday, I finally looked forward to the stars and the moon. Looking back on the past, the sweet birthday cake was inserted with candles flashing with happy candlelight, and the sweet birthday song flowed into my heart with laughter. What a wonderful birthday! So, what birthday present will I wait for this year? Is it a book with calcium in the soul? Or a cute plush doll? Or a beautiful skirt? or ...
In the past few years, I have received countless gifts. When I was five years old, my uncle gave me a silver-haired Barbie doll. I received a music card on my sixth birthday. When I was eight years old, I received two new Barbie dolls; I received several books when I was ten years old ... every birthday was so beautiful.
May is the month when Miss Chun gradually passed away. May 20th, my birthday is coming! I am looking forward to a surprise bud blooming on me.
It's just that things always seem to be playing hide-and-seek with people. An hour, a morning and a day are almost over. I'm a little disappointed: why, everyone forgot my birthday?
Ding went out of school. I walked out of the teaching building in frustration. Forget it, I can't say anything about asking for gifts every year! At this moment, Xiaolan handed me a card and left in a hurry.
What is this? Is this my birthday present? This is a warm pink soft cardboard, soft and warm. There are many blue handwriting on the paper. "Yue Lin: Happy birthday to Xinyue!" "Hu Die: Happy birthday to Xiaoxin!" "Xu Xiaolan: Happy birthday to the monitor!" "Zhou Sijia: Happy birthday to Xinyue!" ...... Almost the whole class signed the card for blessing. Tears moistened my eyes. I am ecstatic, I am excited, I am excited, I am grateful ... I am watching the sinking red sun. The fiery red light fell on my face and clothes ... I felt it, and I felt the concern of my classmates.
I put this card in my locker. Sometimes, I will take it out to study it and appreciate it. What a special gift this moment is! I want to cherish it. Because this is the witness of my friendship with my classmates, and it is a deep feeling of classmates. ...
Life doesn't have to be as busy around one thing as a hamster wheel. Life should be like an open road, full of all kinds of things. If you want to be happy, you must take action to achieve it. -Amy Spencer, "Good Time to Idle"
For a time, it was always screened by a series of research reports such as When Primary School Students Meet Su Shi. While admiring a class of sixth-grade primary school students attached to Tsinghua Primary School, I can't help but wonder if this is another form of "encouraging children" in education.
In today's society, materialism and pressure are multiplying, and the comparison between parents and schools has promoted exam-oriented education and started to set too many rules and regulations for children. Children are like monkeys in cages, growing up according to their parents' expectations, climbing up according to the school system, and gradually leaving them childlike innocence.
Niels in primary school textbooks is the envy of many children. He can ride a goose and outsmart thieves and foxes. In reality, children who envy this fairy tale have to enroll in various classes and art classes and even carry out some profound topics under the pressure of competition between parents and classes.
They are still young. They should be carefree. They should be thinking about the age of Snow White and the ugly duckling. But they are full of olympiad, ancients and art. It is when they are still childlike that they are forced to understand those abstruse things, which makes them feel scared inside, resulting in the funny but true saying that "middle school is afraid of three things"
I suddenly remembered the book "The Man with Brilliant Spirit" which was placed beside my bed. The author of this book wrote in it: "A just God once gave every life a great gift: a green childhood! Unfortunately, this light green seems to have no value in the eyes of many people. The result is that losing is faster than coming, and being born is faster than being born. " This is how Wang Kailing viewed his lost childhood. He said it was a childhood that was thrown into the wastebasket. Childhood is naive and should be naive, but now childhood begins to become an adult, forcing children's ethereal and pure hearts to be filled with material desires and utilitarianism and become such exquisite egoists.
And a truly meaningful childhood, I think, should be like tom sawyer. Curious, brave, adventurous, almost everything. Courage, adventure and justice. This is a good time to return to nature and embrace, and it is also a dumbfounding experience to recall when you grow up. When the color of childhood gradually becomes gloomy, weak and busy, children's curiosity and thirst for knowledge are gradually submerged, and then society becomes indifferent, materialistic and circular.
The most naive, but distorted into a pseudo-adult utilitarian world. This society treats children trapped in the system like fish in a fish tank. They can't really grow and swim in a fixed circle mechanically.
The most important thing is that when you are naive, the more utilitarian society, the more colorless childhood and the more childlike, won't you feel sad and painful, or are you insensitive?
In the most naive time, we should look for the lost innocence, give our children a real childhood, and explore and grow on the road of life, instead of competing around utilitarianism.
Senior one composition 10 walked into the garden at the back door of my grandmother's house and closed my eyes, as if I had gone back to the past.
At that time, the garden was my playground. I can do whatever I want, play whatever I want, and then make trouble. Grandma just laughed it off.
Gardens in summer are the most interesting. After the rain cleared, I put on a straw hat bigger than my head and ran there barefoot. It is very comfortable to step on the cool and soft land. There are several snails as big as longan in lettuce leaves. If I gently touch its tentacles with my hand, it won't flap, but it will be more conspicuous. I will catch it and bury it in the ground. I chased the bees to poke the honeycomb hanging in the broken corner, and I was stung by bees. I climbed up the tree to pick pomegranates, but I was stung by a kind of insect called "prickly hair", and my whole body ached and itched; I went to the river to catch tadpoles, but I could only get out a few dead leaves. ...
The vines climbed up the eaves, and the full and bright grapes hung on the vines like wind chimes. I stepped on the bench, carefully pulled down a string and stuffed it directly into my mouth. Purple juice overflowed from the mouth and dripped on the white collar, and several lovely flowers bloomed on the collar. Jumping sparrows are also greedy and peck off the grapes on the ground. The wolf has a winning game when the shepherds quarrel. Just when the sparrow was eager to try, I covered it with a fishing net. The sparrow was anxious and fluttered in the net. I grabbed one of its feet with one hand, tied a knot on it with the other hand, and took it away. Sometimes when it flies, I hold this end of the rope and fly it as a kite, making sparrows chirp. Tired of playing, he untied the red rope, and the sparrow breathed a sigh of relief and fled to the treetops with a squeak.
The sun was shining and my hair burned like iron in the fire, so I took a wooden basin and slipped into the water. The cool river took away the heat from my whole body and made me feel refreshed. With the help of the buoyancy of the basin, I was lying on the river, squinting and secretly looking at the tomato-like sun hanging in the sky, which was very comfortable. Looking at the tomato sun, I want to eat tomatoes ...
I've been crazy in the garden all afternoon, and I'm getting tired. I lay in the shadow of the eaves, covered my cheeks with a big straw hat and fell asleep. Occasionally, in confusion, I feel my grandmother gently pick me up and hear her gently say, "Look at you crazy girl ..."
As we get older, we know more and fear more and more. I dare not poke terrible beehives, dare not catch sticky tadpoles, dare not jump into the river unscrupulously ... Finally, one day, I stopped going into that garden, but drowned in the ocean of problems, which made me breathless all day.
I don't want to miss lettuce and snails, grapes and sparrows in that garden, where there is a mouth-watering tomato sun. However, I can't! How I want to go back to my childhood, to my childhood garden, and then sleep with a straw hat covering my face. Unfortunately, the straw hat may have been lost. ...
Walking into this garden again, leaving only vague and clear memories.