When life is enriched by you, when the soul is washed by you, when the thought is sublimated by you, life will give off bursts of fragrance.
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Chinese is the nectar of my soul.
When I was young, Chinese was a fairy tale.
Every day, my parents will tell me stories. After getting up in the morning, at noon, before going to bed at night. Fairy tales are my best friends. Maybe I didn't understand it at that time, but I also sobbed quietly when the little match girl dreamed of her grandmother. When the ugly duckling becomes a white swan, he will be secretly glad; And laugh when the emperor parades naked in public …
These fairy tales either teach me kindness and honesty, or teach me confidence.
Childhood, Chinese is an ancient poem.
My mother is a Chinese teacher and often brings me small picture books of ink-scented poems. Perhaps because of the interesting illustrations in the book, I read ancient poems every day. My mother will patiently teach me to pronounce words and tell me the meaning of ancient poems over and over again. Therefore, I can recite many ancient poems.
Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I met Li Bai, who said, "One day I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea"; I met Li Qingzhao, who was "searching, cold and clear, miserable and miserable"; I know "it's nothing to pass by Qian Fan, the twilight is full of water. Wen Tingyun of heartbroken Baipingzhou. Sometimes I visit with Cen "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"; I follow Du Fu's point of view: "Once I climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that all other mountains are short under the sky. "; I followed Bai Juyi to watch "A few early warblers fighting for warm trees, whose new swallow pecked at the spring mud.". "
This ancient poem, or let me understand the poet's feelings, or let me appreciate the beautiful scenery, or let me taste life.
Nowadays, Chinese is a masterpiece.
From the heart, reading famous books is a pleasure. In the book, Harry Potter and I rode brooms together to swim in the magical world; Childhood and Gorky live together; Zhuge Liang and I fought Zhou Yu together. I love that helpful little spider Charlotte; I respect the indomitable Paul; My poor and sentimental Lin Daiyu.
This masterpiece, or let me closely follow the plot; Or let me share joys and sorrows with the protagonist; Or let me enrich my mind and increase my knowledge.
Chinese is my beacon in the vast sea.
Chinese is my refuge in the storm.
Chinese is my Eden in troubled times.
China people, you are the dew of my soul. Only with your nourishment on the road of life can flowers bloom.
The dew in my heart
The sourest tears will turn into the sweetest laughter, and the most profound process will never return when edited into the most beautiful picture book.
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You are a talented female politician with a red account. Your foresight shines brilliantly in promoting the rule of Wenjing, and your character of taking care of the overall situation has left your immortal name-Dou in history. You replaced your inner anxiety and fear with outward calmness and composure, but the road to thorns is difficult. The best way for you to predict the future is to create it. Your eyes are tired of the cunning and hypocrisy in the court, but patience is never your pursuit. Misunderstanding can not only defeat you, but also make you strive for change and hone your talent and determination. You are not afraid of being questioned by thousands of people, just be yourself, just like that ore. If you are afraid of burning, you will never become steel, just like that candle. If you are afraid of going out, you will never shine. You have been worried that the suffering of the country is dragged into the dark abyss like a rope around your neck, but don't forget that your active heart was obsessed with the bright future of the country. For the sake of the people and beauty, he "looks at the wind and laughs at the clouds" and solves problems repeatedly with wisdom. If you don't have a warm and compassionate heart and calm personality, which is the premise of your life and inaction, how can you describe "I will ride the wind and waves one day, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" so vividly? Resourceful you, looking for colors in the black and white court, draw a colorful stroke in the blank space of my heart with your life.
You are a famous soldier in the Northern Song Dynasty who "leaped across the sky with a horizontal gun, bravely crowned the three armies and broke the enemy's soul". Your loyalty to serving the country has been interpreted in the victory of the skyshatter array, and your character of loving and hating will naturally engrave your immortal name in the history books-Mu. You pretend to be relaxed, replace your inner worries and sadness with a smile, and force your inner tears into laughter. For you, the direction against the wind is more suitable for flying. Your ears are tired of listening to ministers' glib words, but obeying them is by no means your character. How expensive the real price is, because you insist on having a clear conscience. You are not afraid of traitors' provocation and dare to refute, just like that seed. If you are afraid of drowning, it will never sprout, just like that flower. If you are afraid of withering, it will never bloom. You also retired for the emperor's incompetence, refused to pay attention to the political disputes in the DPRK, once again sounded the bleak and tragic horn, and "drummed and hoofed like rain" for the stability of the people, leaving personal grievances behind and heading for war. If you don't have a loyal heart to serve your country, a personality who dares to love and hate, as a prerequisite for you to go to the battlefield and be invincible, how can you say "fighting heaven and earth and destroying ghosts and gods" so vividly? Brave and invincible, you have marked the pulse of life with the sharpness of a pear flower gun, and left an unforgettable mark on the fragile part of my heart with your outstanding achievements.
The dew in my heart
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get, so we just taste it slowly and grow up slowly. Although many things are unpredictable, there is always a drop of nectar that moistens our hearts, supports us and goes further and further.
The first drop of nectar-simple
In fact, there is nothing wrong with being naive. People will grow up one day, so why not mature too early and lose it too early. Many times, we would rather live like a child and simply live all our lives. No one can be simple all the way to the end, but remember, don't forget the original self, I hope we can face the complexity of life with a glass of water. We are always too competitive. Actually, our vanity is too strong. Life is actually very simple, with more happiness and less troubles. Empty yourself when you are tired, smile when you wake up, be a simple person and take a happy road.
The second drop of manna-strong
A strong smile, life will be full of miracles. On the balance of happiness and misfortune, perhaps a smile is the heaviest weight on the balance. Helen Keller, who was deaf and blind, chose a strong smile in the face of her disability. She said that we should regard the beautiful scenery seen by everyone as our most beautiful picture, the songs heard by others as our most beautiful music, and the smiles on the corners of others' mouths as our greatest happiness. Even if your wings are broken, you can still fly, because the sky will accept all those who love it, because those who choose to fly are strong people.
The third drop of nectar-persistence
The road you are going to is covered with thorny roses. You don't know how many people passed by, leaving their dreams and souls, dyed as red as blood. They said, do you still remember your dreams when you were young, like flowers that never fade? Whenever you want to give up, look back and think about how long it took you to get here. Although what you are trying to do today is difficult, what will happen in the future is a gift. No matter how difficult it is ahead, as long as the direction is correct, no matter how bumpy it is, it is closer to happiness than standing in the same place. Stick to it and you will see the best of yourself. Only by sticking to what others can't stick to can we have what others can't have.
This drop of dew moistens my dry heart and accompanies me on the road of growth.
The dew in my heart
Dew, the trace left by bathing flowers and plants in the morning, awakened the vitality of the world one day.
Sweet dew is like a drizzle in dry land, a ray of sunshine in the dark, faith in despair, and redemption of the soul.
So, what is the nectar that has been nourishing my heart?
It is hope, just like Chen Sheng and Guangwu's desire for victory and conquest when they launched the first uprising, although the uprising eventually failed for various reasons. But in this process, it is the hope against Qin, tyranny and oppression that gives them strength, and it is this belief that supports them to move forward step by step. So, remember, at any time, you are the farthest glory, fearless of all darkness, gorgeous in backlight, shining like a broken diamond in this era.
Is strong, endless grass covers the plains, and comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Ask who in the world can achieve the spirit of "blowing and growing" weeds. People who will come back after self-immolation. In order to live, I endure the suffering year after year. Dew in the heart of weeds nourishes it and injects strength into the bones of weeds. God closed the door of the body for him, but opened the window of the spirit, which is admirable.
It is also humility. Confucius, a great educator, has the noble character of not being ashamed to ask questions. Confucius once said, "I was not born knowing." In other words, no matter who he is, including himself, he is not born knowledgeable, which is why Confucius was highly praised. So, always remember, don't pretend to understand, let dew soak in your heart with beneficial calcium, iron and zinc.
Now, how do hope, strength and humility combine? Can it be expressed in this way: when the fire of hope burns in the boundless grass above the plain, it will burn, and when the wind blows, weeds will quietly emerge, still standing there humbly, facing the next fire, waiting for the wind to return?
I suddenly understood something. ...
When the sun shines into the darkness, it is the most beautiful light, just like the dew in my heart, accompanying me all the way.
Now my soul is nourished by you, enough to burn doubts and grievances to ashes, cross that despair and decadence, learn to embrace the experience left by scars, make pain have a different taste, and sadness becomes relief.
Dew in my heart
Shakespeare said: Books are the nourishment of the whole world. Life without books is like the sky without the sun. Wisdom without books is like a bird without wings. Man's progress is inseparable from books, and man's growth is also inseparable from books, because books are the dew in his heart.
A hundred rivers are full of tolerance. In the book, I learned tolerance. In "General Taiping", Lian Po thinks that he is the hero of the northern expedition to Zhao, and has repeatedly made outstanding achievements. And Lin Xiangru was ranked above himself, so he was unconvinced. He challenged Lin Xiangru many times, and Lin Xiangru did not argue with Lian Po, but endured and tolerated again and again. Later, Lian Po repented, and Lin Xiangru did not pursue it. Lian Po knows tolerance, and Zhao's domestic situation can be stable. Tolerance is a virtue. To say the least, life is full of contradictions, but books have taught me how to solve them.
Difficulties and hardships, Yucheng. In the book, I learned to laugh at suffering. Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou because of Wutai poetry case, but he was not crushed by the disaster from heaven. But optimistic. "What night without a month? There are no pines and cypresses, but there are few idle people like me. " Yes, it is not easy to enjoy the scenery leisurely under such circumstances. But Su Shi did it. With a calm smile, he smiled at everything and laughed to this day after 1000 years. The misfortunes in life will weigh on everyone, but the book has told me how to unload the burden.
It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. In the book, I learned to cherish life. "Swallows have come and gone, and willows have withered and turned green. But, smart you tell me, why are our days gone forever? " In a hurry gives us an extremely complicated question-where has all the time gone? In the confusion, more than 5,000 days passed, but the vague memory was cleared, leaving nothing behind. Time is like a light smoke and disappears like a mist. Today and tomorrow have become new light smoke, which can be blown away at any time, but many people still don't know how it flies and still let time flow away from them. I am very happy, because the book awakened my sleeping heart and told me to learn to cherish time.
Books let me learn to be tolerant and learn to solve contradictions calmly; The book taught me to be optimistic and face life with a smile; Books let me know that I cherish time and make rational use of it. Books are the nectar of my heart, and I have watered the dry land in my heart with knowledge and experience.
The dew in my heart
When setbacks are in front of you, take a cup of mellow wine to solve your worries. Without wine, a cup of light green tea let me savor it; Without green tea, a clear spring can wash away my troubles; Without a mountain spring, a drop of ordinary dew is enough to moisten my heart a little.
So, this drop of dew moistened my heart, and I don't know how many days and nights I spent with it.
"Oh, crying again. A man should be strong. It depends on how old you are ... "When I was very young, I fell down as a toddler and heard the word" strong "from my grandmother for the first time. I don't know what "strong" is. Looking at grandma's smiling face, I vaguely feel that with strength, I can not be afraid of pain, can not cry, can always smile like grandma. Strong, like a layer of invisible and intangible water vapor, haunts my heart and gives me an umbrella.
I clumsily got up from the ground, wiped the tears from my cheeks with dusty hands, and continued to move forward firmly. The front line is very strong.
"182 mesh, 183 mesh, 184 mesh ..." I said to myself. Black He Xu 184 mesh, white negative half mesh. "The referee's decision was like a pair of scissors, which shortened the only hope of winning the prize. I immediately collapsed in my seat. In a Go game, I won the prize by winning the next game, but ended up losing four games in a row. Walking out of the game room, my teammates' greetings hurt my heart. "Did you win?" "Win or lose?" I ignored them and walked straight back to the hotel. I only remember clearly that when I was alone in the elevator, I made up my mind not to touch Go, because I couldn't stand such a blow. "Look at you, you are not at all ..." However, I heard the word "strong" again and said from my mother, "it's just a loss. What are you afraid of? How can everyone fail? " After listening to a lot of comforting words, only "strong" is deeply imprinted in my mind. I remember Hemingway saying that "man can be destroyed, but he can't be defeated". Then, if I am not strong, I will really be defeated. At this time, the power condensed into water drops in my heart, which made me feel its humidity from now on.
In the following days, I raised my chess pieces countless times.
Now, I leave my hometown and go to another city to study. There will be no grandma's smile to encourage me to get up, no mom and dad's market to tell me to be self-disciplined, no countless them and their help. Faced with the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, I have to bend my head to study. When I am confused and homesick, I remind myself to be strong, because my family still misses me and my classmates are still studying hard. I have no reason to be weak.
At this time, the power has already gathered into a drop of dew, nourishing my heart.
The dew in my heart
In the soft light of dusk, I sat at the table or meditated with my chin cupped, and the tea was fragrant. Turn a yellow page, and a drop of dew moistens my heart.
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The Analects of Confucius is very heavy
In the hegemonic era, in the noisy discussion, I walked through the crowd and saw a kind and wise old man.
He has no prejudice, accepts his disciples widely and advocates "teaching students in accordance with their aptitude". He used morality to restrain himself, traveled around the world with primitive kindness, and advocated "ruling the country by virtue", but he repeatedly hit a wall.
He told me: "Kindness is actually very simple. It is fundamental to honor parents and respect teachers." He taught me: "A gentleman should be careful in what he says and diligent in what he does." He warned me that "it is much better to live in poverty honestly than to take ill-gotten gains."
Reading a good book is talking to a person with high morality. The wisdom of Confucius makes the yellowing history shine. The Analects of Confucius is a ruler, which measures my words and deeds from time to time and makes me embark on the road of honesty.
Heroic Spirit in Selected Poems of Mao Zedong
Heroes come from troubled times. When the yellow sand rolled, a giant man was born. He has the confidence of "reading all the spring scenery in the world" and the pride of "pointing out the mountains and inspiring the words"
His life was full of ups and downs, frustrations and misunderstandings, but he never bowed his head. Do you still remember that cold autumn when he was independent in Changsha? Remember when the enemy was besieged in Jinggangshan, and the calmness of "I stayed where I was"? On the 25,000-mile Long March, he laughed and said, "Qian Shan is only idle" and "the scenery here is unique".
He suffered the grief of "I lost my pride and Yang Jun lost my willow", but he was determined to save the people in from the mire, and nothing could shake his ambition. "The right way on earth is vicissitudes of life", and the producer of * * * finally won.
He is the great leader Mao Zedong. No matter what the situation, his writing is heroic and vigorous. Whenever I feel depressed, his poems are like torches in the dark, igniting my fighting spirit.
"Long drought meets rain" is one of the four great pleasures in life. When I am helpless and confused, when I am empty and sleepy, a little knowledge in the book seems to be a gift from heaven. I can imagine the joy of this young plant sucking this nectar in hunger and thirst. I firmly believe that good books are the nectar of the soul, which nourishes the soul bit by bit.
The dew in my heart
Whenever I see a lotus full of water, my heart seems to be bathed by sunshine and moistened by dew.
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The river flowing in my hometown has become my hometown's business card. There are not only many bridges of different shapes on the river, but also the river is beautiful.
I walked along the river bank, inadvertently looked up and saw the lotus flowers all over the river. They are dazzling and beautiful. Standing in the water, swaying with the wind, like a dancing fairy, I can't help thinking, "This is a gift from God!" " "
Most lotus flowers are bright pink, but the powder is not kitsch or ostentatious. Maybe only lotus can control this color! Compared with the lotus leaves in the pond, the number of lotus flowers is a little less, just about to show their sweet shoulders and beautiful backs, but after a breeze, they hide behind the lotus leaves, looming like a girl, with the unique purity and innocence of that era. Lotus is the nectar of my soul, restrained and low-key, pure and detached.
Lotus, beautiful to the bone, beautiful and charming. On a sunny day, the lotus is brilliant, and the petals go from shallow to deep, but the stamens are tightly wrapped by layers of petals. When it is in full bloom, she will not bloom every petal like a peony, showing a trace of pride and domineering; Will not be like cloves, string combination, fragrance overflowing. Maybe a person's beauty is a little inferior. Lotus suddenly made me feel that I should look up to her. Although she is not in bud on our heads or in full bloom on our eyebrows, she is still deeply immersed in that unique admiration. She won't be too chic and get carried away, and she has a good attitude of humiliation; She won't rely on others to achieve herself. A flower is so dazzling, so is a pool. She pays attention to her inner beauty. "muddy but not dirty, clear but not demon, straight through, not crawling, fragrant and clear, elegant and luxurious, far from being ridiculous." Lotus is the nectar of my soul, noble and unique.
Lotus, you used to be the dew in the hearts of many literati: she stood in my eyes, "Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and there are lotus leaves in Hetian." How many sincere desires she turned and how many deep thoughts she burned; She carries my poetic life, "lotus leaf skirt, hibiscus to the face, disorderly into the pool, smell the song before sleep." She is a classic that no one in my heart can match; She only has a faint smell of nonsense, which fascinates me. Perhaps I have strayed into the depths of the lotus root, but I can't live in the poetry of dusk, because I lack a cup of intoxication. ...
The reserved, atmospheric, low-key and pure lotus has great charm, which can no longer be described as a graceful girl, but as a gentleman in a flower and an angel in a flower. Her graceful figure, fresh fragrance and noble character converge into a sweet rain and dew, which slowly flows in my heart. ...
The dew in my heart
On the long road of life, many people will moisten our hearts in their own way. Although they play different roles, they are all the dew in my heart.
My opponent is the dew in my heart. He is my biggest rival in junior high school and the goal I have always wanted to surpass. Usually in the exam, whenever his gap is higher than mine, I feel a little depressed. As soon as he saw me like this, he came to comfort me: "Nothing, just a few small mistakes. Be careful next time, you can do it. " Whenever I ask him a question, he takes the trouble to write down the process on paper over and over again. The pen tip draws beautiful words on the paper, and the mouth also talks about the process of doing the problem. Sometimes he will scratch his head because he doesn't know how to explain it, and sweat as thin as millet will appear on his forehead. With his help, my grades improved steadily. Before the final exam, mutual encouragement becomes the last commemoration. The dew in my heart is my opponent.
Teachers are the dew in my heart. My former teacher gave me a lot of care, and she taught me to study seriously. What I remember most is that she taught me to read aloud. First, she repeatedly demonstrated with a magnetic voice, cadence, as if intoxicated with the artistic conception of the article. After introducing reading skills, I began to try. Every time she is dissatisfied, she corrects my mistakes with a frown. Until finally, her frowning brows finally eased, and a gratified smile appeared on her face. Those two big dimples are as sweet as children. The teacher touched me with his actions and moistened my soul. Teachers are the dew in my heart.
Mom is the dew in my heart. Get up every day, you can smell the smell of breakfast; When I got home at noon, my mother had prepared lunch and waited at the table. When I go home at night, my parents have to prepare fruit. When doing my homework, my mother often brings me a cup of warm water, which not only quenches my thirst, but also moistens my heart like manna. Sometimes my parents see that my grades are not as good as she thinks. She hid in a corner and cried secretly, but when she faced me, she just encouraged me without any blame. And when I got good grades, she smiled happily from ear to ear, as if she wanted everyone to know my grades. Mom and Dad moistened my heart with her deep and delicate love. Mom is the dew in my heart.
These people are like a lamp in the dark, showing me the way; Like a big umbrella, shelter me from the wind and rain; Like a clear spring in the desert, it moistens my heart. With them, my life is more exciting, thank you!
The dew in my heart
The wind blows and the rain blows, and the flowers are swaying, forcing the sun to open.
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Walking in the small park in the morning, because it is raining lightly, the air is particularly comfortable, the soil mixed with the fragrance of grass leaves rushes into the nose, and the sunshine is not very dazzling. Among the flowers, there are crystal drops on the petals of small flowers, shining in the shallow sunshine. Suddenly, an insignificant little flower came into my eyes, and the breeze blew gently, and it shyly hid in the bushes.
I approached to look at these flowers. Some of them hang their heads and smile, some face the sun with their heads held high, some show their elegance, and some bloom quietly. Their stems are green, properly supporting the spread skirts overhead, and scattered with fragrant buds. In the wind, it seems that a little girl is dancing in a white, red, pink and purple skirt. There is no dazzling feeling, so refreshing. Suddenly, I saw that little flower just now. Its petals are very small and thin, and the pale pink flowers are swaying in the wind. It seems to have been shaken by the rain last night, and its head was bent by the water drops on its body. I crouched down and gently brushed the water drops off its head. It didn't look up quickly, but it seemed to be a lot refreshed. Its stem is thinner than other flowers, and it always feels a little unable to support its feelings, but yesterday's rain didn't seem to uproot it and break its branches and waist-it must have survived strongly. I suddenly saw the scene of flowers last night in my mind: they are not afraid of the wind and rain, trying to open their petals, treating the baptism of rain strongly, opening their mouths and trying to suck the dew from the sky. Perhaps the storm is also a setback and challenge for the flowers in their lives, but for the beauty of the sunshine after the rain, they chose to be strong. Whether it is a big bud or a delicate flower, they have met the challenge one after another and have not been bent by the rain. The nectar of flowers may not be the water and fertilizer poured by gardeners, but the rain and rain again and again. Frustration is also the nectar of flower life. Under the erosion of wind and rain, they will be more gorgeous in the sun.
In fact, life is also a flower, a flower that has no reopening day. We will not grow up again in the coming year, but we can only choose to be stronger in this life. The setbacks we encounter again and again in life may make us temporarily frustrated and miserable for a while, but when we stick to the past, we will find that setbacks are actually the nectar of life. In setbacks, we tempered our courage and confidence, and ushered in the next transformation. In setbacks, we strengthened our minds and got another self.
Frustration is the nectar of my soul, and its nourishment makes the flowers of my life stronger. I stood up and walked out of the flowers. I was determined to take setbacks as nectar and learn from them in order to grow better.
The flowers in the bushes also absorbed last night's nectar, facing the scorching sun and smiling. ...
Dew in my heart
It's very hot outside, and through the door, I can feel the steaming and rolling of summer. The clothes are all dressed and the books are ready. There is no reason to stay at home. I opened the door, and suddenly, the dazzling sunshine flooded into the yard with fierce momentum and surrounded me. I angrily scolded the nasty poisonous sun, pushed my bike and quickly held up my umbrella in an attempt to block the sun.
"Take a deep breath again," I silently told myself, "Let's go!" The hot sun scorched my bare skin, and I really wanted to tear it off abruptly. I tried to hide in the shadow of my umbrella, and I have scolded this annoying sun countless times in my heart, but the sun seems to be against me and getting more and more fierce. Everything around me seems like a fire mirror, reflecting the dazzling sunshine, and the focus is on me. The original black asphalt road has also become dazzling, and the sun seems to soften and melt the road surface, as if oil would come out in a while. The air is also very uncomfortable, as if it had turned into a viscous liquid, wrapping me tightly without a crack. I rode my bike panting and seeing stars, and I blamed it for my failure in the last exam. Suddenly, the bike was stirred by a small stone. Unprepared, I lost my balance and fell to the ground with my car.
"Are you all right?" A concerned voice asked. I looked up and saw an old lady in her sixties and seventies with a cattail leaf fan in her left hand. I nodded to show that I was all right, and then stood up. Fortunately, I just grazed my skin. Grandma helped me straighten the car and led me to the shade. There are many people in the shade, which is very lively. Grandma called her little grandson to bring me watermelon. I took the watermelon shyly and said angrily, "It's all the sunshine that makes me make a fool of myself in public." Grandma still smiled and said, "You are wrong. Sunshine gives everyone the same amount of heat. It depends on your state of mind. Look at this watermelon. If there is no sunshine, can it be so sweet? " I was speechless, and my grandmother patted me on the shoulder again and asked, "Is something bothering me?" I told her that I failed in the exam. My grandmother said: "people can't always be smooth sailing." It's bound to be bumpy. It is a real hero to fall and get up again! " My face turned slightly red and I couldn't help taking a bite of watermelon. "Oh, how sweet!" The sweet smell flowed all over my body, and I immediately cheered up. After thanking my grandmother again, I got on the bus, put away my umbrella and faced the sun. There is no more haze in my heart, the sun is full and everywhere is sweet. Grandma's words are like dew, nourishing my tired heart and comforting my anxious self.
Don't complain about the shadow behind you, because the sun is right in front of you!