& lt& lt midsummer love >>

Wear dark sunglasses, let the wind raise the freshly washed hair, watch the golden hair tips dance in the sun, and smile at the plain white wild rose. Then, I jumped on my bike, and my beautiful summer began in the breeze.

I like summer because it has a bright summer vacation. I like the bright morning in the middle of the year. There are many winds blowing the shadows of poplars and dreamy sunshine. My summer vacation is like a red dandelion, flying all over the sky like a dream. You can also do your homework slowly without anxiety. Interestingly, how hot it is at noon in midsummer! It occurred to me that my little sister and I set up a tent in a thick blanket, and we both got in and touched the pink blanket sky with our fingers. "Sister, the sky is more beautiful than the sunset glow." How lovely my little sister is. She really fell asleep in this tent.

I once tried to catch fish. Fish is an elf in that clear but unknown river. How can I catch them? I got a legend from the old man: fish is a greedy ghost and a hungry monster. If you want to catch them, you have to put something delicious. Oh, I took some rice from home and threw some into the river. It worked. It's really interesting that a group of fish compete for those rice grains. I put a lot of rice in the net, but the fish swam away after only one look. I can only wait there. The sky suddenly darkened and several dark clouds spilled ink. The poplar trees on the other side of the river began to panic, and Ye Er made a clicking sound. I like this weather. The bleak sky reflects dancing trees, deep river banks and clear and bright rivers. So much for Van Gogh's oil paintings. Raindrops fell and I ran home to hide from the rain. Raindrops hit the poplar leaves, making a very ethereal sound. With the sound of rain, I read in front of the door, and the wonderful story is accompanied by the whisper of rain, just like the beginning of a myth. After the rain clears, ride barefoot. It's really comfortable to put your feet down on a flat road and splash all the way.

Summer vacation is very good. On a cool morning, I can help Xia Heng and Xiang Xuehai water on the balcony. They are my most precious plant friends. I can jump rope on the ground where the heat wave fluctuates, leaving blisters on my feet. Do homework in rainy days, read books in the evening, and add a popsicle in the afternoon. ...

When the phoenix flowers are gone, summer is over. However, in my heart, my attachment to midsummer is a phoenix tree that never blooms.

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Reflections on reading education of love

Others say that only complex eyes can understand complex things. However, the "heart" is different. Only the purest heart can read the greatest love. Amicus proved this point: his masterpiece "Education of Love" expressed the most complicated and greatest love in the world with the simplest and smallest heart of a child.

In this small and simple heart, what I feel most is the "spiritual words".

The story is about Kyle, a boy whose family is very poor. In order to pay off his debts, his mother decided to work in Buenos Aires with a high salary, but she soon lost contact with her family. Kyle decided to find his mother alone and began a difficult journey to find his mother thousands of miles away. ...

On the way, Kyle experienced all the ups and downs: the bumps on the ship made him unable to stand up; The torture of illness made him very painful ... but along the way, many people gave him love: the bar owner gave him some money; Lunch invited by the captain; And all the people gave him a little love. It is this unremarkable drop of water that, bit by bit, merges into streams and rivers, nourishing the desert of "heart" ...

What comes last is not necessarily perfect. When Kyle came to a hospital panting, he saw his mother's pale lips, haggard face and sad eyes-her mother was seriously ill! Finally, Kyle moistened his mother's dry heart with love. The operation was a success and her mother was finally saved. The doctor said earnestly, "I didn't do anything." It was Kyle who saved his mother. "

I don't understand and I won't love. But the only thing I can do is to learn to make and send love; I still don't know anything about "heart", so I have to learn to feel and learn to be moved. Perhaps, this is also the ladder of life.

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& lt& lt There is a kind of love called injury >>

Love is everywhere, but some love is hidden so tightly that you can't feel it. -Inscription.

Today's weather is terrible, just like my mother's temper, which is unpredictable. My mother is such a person. In my eyes, she never seems to care about me. My mother seldom asks about me. Even when I asked her to help me with my things, she would say, "Help yourself!" " I often think, isn't maternal love nature? Doesn't every mother love her children? But the more I think about it, the more I know that my mother doesn't love me. She hasn't loved me since the sixth grade. I don't know what I did wrong.

Father and mother are different. He ignored me all day, with no smile on his face. When I talk to him, he always answers "yes" or "I don't know."

Since then, there has been less happiness and less happiness at home, only indifference and sadness. Every time I think of my mother's terrible temper and my father's indifferent eyes, I always have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. Since I entered the first grade, my happiness has increased. Compared with that indifferent home, my teacher's care and classmates' friendliness are a happy paradise. Therefore, I hate going home most. Every time I go home, I quietly walk into my room and be myself.

Until one day, I went home quietly as usual, but I heard my parents talking in the room: Dad said, "You are sad with your children all day. I don't think this is right." Mom said, "We did it for her own good. Continue to install! " I didn't listen any more, but I was full of doubts. What do you mean, pretend for my own good? I don't understand if I want to break my head.

I have been carrying this question until today. Today, a freshman in our class cried. I asked her why, but she told me with tears: "I miss my parents so much. They are all very kind to me. I can't bear to leave them and want to go home. " But I comforted her and said, "One day, I can go home tomorrow." I don't know what to say. I hate going home, don't I? I don't want to be with my classmates, do I? I think I may be standing in the position of comforting others! But when I think about it, my comfort is related to my parents' conversation. I seem to understand what my mother said, "pretend to be nice to me." It turned out that I was spoiled by my parents since I was a child, so my parents began to discuss giving me pressure to stand on my own feet from the sixth grade. This is the way my mother came up with. My father didn't agree at first, so he could only pretend that he didn't care, instead of losing his temper with me. This was only later. But I feel happy, because at least I know that they love me. This is the nature of parents, a feeling from the bottom of my heart, and a feeling that others can't replace.

My mother's temper and my father's indifference have taught me to stand on my own feet and let me know a truth: people have feelings, and that kind of feelings will not change because of one or two things.

It is their injuries that make me stronger, and their injuries make me cherish this feeling from the bottom of my heart.

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& lt& lt confidence >>

People who have confidence will have themselves.

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Self-confidence is not for everyone, but it is necessary for everyone.

In a school, one student should be chosen to take part in the city competition. Many top students think there are better students than them, so they don't sign up. However, a very ordinary female classmate signed up and got good grades. Later, people asked her: "Why do you dare to take part in this competition, and it is when your opponents are top students!" " ! Her answer is surprisingly simple: "Because I value myself and believe in myself!"

Yes, it is her confidence in herself that makes her dare to take part in the challenge. Rivers can flow into the sea with confidence, birds can complete the migration of Wan Li with confidence, and Xuanzang can retrieve the scriptures with confidence.

People who feel inferior can never surpass themselves.

Bees envy eagles for fighting the blue sky and flying freely, but forget that they can spread pollen and make nature colorful and fruitful; Gravel envies the green and colorful jasper, but forgets that he can lay the foundation and pave the way, and achieve high-rise buildings from the ground; The duckling envies the swan for its immaculate white, vigorous and beautiful, but she doesn't know that she also has a unique style. . . . . .

Socrates' assistant has no self-confidence, no self, and can't inherit Socrates' thoughts, which makes Socrates' embrace shake to the end. Why was the New China born? * * * Why do you always win? Because * * * is confident and values himself. Why is Guo Can Jingjing galloping on the diving field? Because she has herself and values herself. It can be said that confidence is like a bone, and people without confidence can never stand up; Confidence is like fire, and people without confidence will never have fighting spirit; Confidence is like an oar, and people without confidence will never feel the joy of surfing.

Friends, please cherish yourself and have confidence! In this way, you have taken a big step towards success.

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& lt& lt Heartfelt >>

[Turn] Who can understand the child's voice?

The journey of life is unpredictable, and it is inevitable that there will be big and small troubles. On the road of our life, there have been joys and sorrows, but most of them are temporary troubles. After a long time, it will naturally disappear. But there is still a small problem that has been accompanied until now, and that is the discipline of parents!

People say that the greatest and most selfless love in the world is maternal love. Dedication and sacrifice are the most emotional and shining parts in the rich connotation of the word maternal love. It is this profound power of love that has passed on the endless human society and all creatures and written immortal and enduring love poems and feelings.

In my memory, sometimes my mother has no image of loving mother at all. She used to be a fierce person in my eyes, and my father was very gentle, so she monopolized the power and gave full play to her paternalism. My mother is very strict with me, and she is bent on cultivating me into high flyers who is proficient in piano, chess, painting and calligraphy. Every day she makes me learn this and that, but she won't let me play. This limits my freedom of life. I groan and struggle in despair on the edge of pain every day. I always stand on the balcony and watch others playing wildly below. How happy they are! I really envy them! Just when I was looking forward to a good time, a sentence interrupted my train of thought: why bother! Go and read a book! I'm too old to understand, and I have to shout when reading! This sentence seems to be the devil, which has caught me from a beautiful fantasy and forced me to face this cruel reality!

My parents are very demanding of me. Whenever I fail in the exam, I dare not go home, because what is waiting for me is not a warm hug, but a reproachful look and hours of candlelight night talk! In fact, I also know that they are doing this for my own good, but who can understand: the towering review materials and mountains of test papers make me breathless. I live under pressure almost every day. Dear mom and dad, maybe you don't understand: I'm really tired! But the child's voice, who knows? Can you understand it again?

Young seedlings yearn for sunshine, birds return to the blue sky, and streams look forward to the sea. I always hope that life and happiness will be accompanied. But time has told me how long and difficult it is to grow up.

I am eager to fly, and my friend "flies". But there is no definition. If I had to use one word to describe it, it might be "freedom". But for my young life in this glass bottle, the score is undoubtedly a net, covering the sky, exerting a thousand pounds of pressure and depriving me of the freedom to fly. Rules and regulations blocked my way out. I made a hamburger like a squashed steak and locked it in one place.

I really want to put my foot out, but I find it is too heavy for me to lift. I laughed at this extremely simple action as if it had been dug out of my head. Many reasons, many evasions can only prove that the thrilling feeling is just beyond my power. So I finally didn't learn to fly.

When years and beauty become a thing of the past in the world of mortals, I have learned to wait. I am eager to fly, and I am eager to be free while waiting. Maybe it will always be an unreachable dream!

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& lt& lt I have a pair of invisible wings. & gt

I have heard the song "Invisible Wings", with beautiful melody and lyrics. Yes, each of us has a pair of invisible wings. It is with them that we can fly away with hope. For me, those wings are those seemingly heavy books. With them, I can fly far away with my dreams.

The climax of the Qing Dynasty once wrote in Dream Shadow: "There are mountains and rivers in the volume." That's right, there is a golden house and a charming woman in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. The words of my predecessors are still in my ears. Reading is a process of feeling. Those books are like a pair of invisible wings, which take me to the long river of history and see the clouds rolling and relaxing. So I saw Su Dongpo dancing under the bright moon, singing "May people live together for a long time"; I saw Thoreau sitting alone in Walden Lake fishing all day, and I couldn't finish writing on my face. I have seen thousands of emperors and princes, and I have also seen the rise and fall of thousands of years. Yes, books, like wings, take my mind out of the narrow window, so that I can enjoy the world, broaden my horizons and enrich my thoughts without leaving home.

God's will is never high, and life cannot always be smooth sailing. When I encounter setbacks, it is books, those invisible wings, which take me out of many obstacles and soar in the blue sky. For example, when I feel helpless because of my exam results, I will go to Dongpo Yuefu to let the broad-minded optimism of "miserable life" wash away my depressed mood; For example, when I quarrel with my friends, a concert of mountains and rivers rings in my heart, reminding me of the preciousness of friendship; And when I am confused and helpless and lose my goal, Hawking's firm figure who wrote a brief history of time will emerge in front of me and let me find my goal again. Yes, books are like wings, which let me get rid of the entanglement of the quagmire, find the goal of life and go straight to the beautiful sky.

Because of the obsession with books, the obsession with writing and graffiti. So being a writer has become a big dream of my ego. The ancients said: "Reading is like breaking thousands of books, and writing is like being a god." Yes, how can you write decent works without rich cultural accumulation? Thus, the book has become an indispensable pair of invisible wings for me. It carries my dream, crosses the dark clouds of obstacles and takes me to the other side of my dream.

My ears seem to recall the familiar melody: I have a pair of invisible wings that take me flying and give me hope. I have a pair of invisible wings, which take me to fly and fly far away. Yes, books are my invisible wings, which enrich my horizons, guide my life direction and take me to the other side of success.

Books, my invisible wings!

Maybe, grow up.

Simple world, we know each other.

Flowers are blooming, and we are not alone.

Laughing with tears, we found happiness.

The hymn, we sang all the way.

The storm is coming, and we have something to rely on.

Waiting for each other, we are growing.

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Who can give happiness to whom? Lost, crying, sad, so I grew up.

Dawn of growth

The stars in the sky seem to be still shining, waiting for someone to wake me up from my sleep.

Vaguely, the sunrise on the horizon began to dye every corner of the dawn.

So, I woke up, accompanied by crying. This is a great declaration of life.

So, I fell in love with dawn. A pure and clean dream without a trace of dust.

Look at it quietly, feel it quietly, and stare at it quietly.

Growing up, it may have been quiet.

Afternoon of growing up

I like to feel the sweetness and sadness of others in every corner, because I don't have my own sweetness and sadness. My heart is empty, and the rest is only a touch of melancholy and a touch of regret. I have always believed that simplicity is happiness, so I began to learn to pursue a simple life. Silly doubts in the diary are full of shyness of all girls of this age; I listened to my sad songs in MP3 over and over again, and heard tears. To regain my thoughts, I am afraid to face my naive self. I think I'm lost.

Put your hand on the black and white keys of the electronic organ, and you can't play any melody. The afternoon sunshine was warm and gently scattered between fingers and black and white keys, and I suddenly wanted to vent. I bend my fingers, flying on the keys like a light butterfly. The music played a sad story and stopped several times. I can't bear to see such a tragic ending. Only this time, I numbly played the whole song. I thought I didn't feel anything, but after singing, I felt the liquid with temperature on the black and white keys. My eyes blurred, my tears dispersed, the sun broke in tears, and the tears fell to the ground with the sun in their arms, and then the crystal tears broke, and then my heart broke.

Lonely youth, no longer appreciate themselves, no longer believe in themselves, no longer indulge themselves, no longer show themselves. No time to watch, the grass leaves are green, tasteless, flashing dew. The world is actually helpless. Start getting hurt, start pretending, start hiding, start being disappointed. Youth, so tired, I'm tired.