Flowers bloom in my heart 1 The departure of August and the arrival of September. The heat of summer is gone, and the coolness of autumn is back. When I open the window in the morning, a beam of sunshine penetrates into my heart and the cool autumn wind comes, and my cheeks feel soft.
September is the arrival of autumn, the harvest season for farmers' uncles and the beginning of our student party. It turns out that I am a junior two student in a public middle school. My parents sent me to a private middle school because my grades were weak, and I felt a little sour and guilty. Guilt is because my parents spent a lot of money in my private school, but they used hard-earned money to provide me with food, clothes and education. I am heartbroken, because I seldom see my parents when I am in a private school. I am afraid that my parents will worry about how I am doing at school. In this way, they can't work with peace of mind.
For a long time, I studied in a private school for more than two months. During my study, students can't go home, only on weekends. Every time I see many parents come to school to deliver meals to children outside the window, but my parents have never come to see me at school. I wonder if they have forgotten me, but they have always loved this sister at home? Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure from the window. It's her! I excitedly ran downstairs to meet her. She took out a black bag and said, "There are snacks and fruits you like. Be full at school and don't be hungry. " She left without even knowing her head. The familiar figure suddenly became strange and smaller until it was out of sight.
After returning to the dormitory, I lay in bed, tears flowed from my eyes and finally flowed into my heart. I remember whether my mother hurried to work or my sister was too young to be taken care of. Let me wander for a long time.
I remember getting a bad cold when I was a child, and my mother was flustered. I carried my back five or six kilometers to the hospital. At that time, it was still stormy, and the rain stuck like a fine needle on my mother's cheeks and thighs, even in my heart.
Now, I know that my mother still loves and cares about me as always. Because I'm too sensitive. I always feel that there is a flower in my heart that cares for me, and that is the mother flower. She will always guard me and bloom quietly in my heart.
Flowers bloom in my heart, but fall into mourning. I crouched down quietly, picked up a petal, looked at her broken and incomplete appearance, and felt the pain of Mo Ran. ...
Flowers are in full bloom and trees are flourishing.
You said you liked Haizi, and he was born lonely. You said you liked Mr. Wang and his cool pen. I said, I like everything just because I like the clarity in the book. So we walked together. In the sea of flowers, we sat quietly, looking for picturesque beauty. Looking at the stars in the distance, watching the last vine leaf in front of the window, overlooking Wuthering Heights at the foot of the mountain, feeling the stagnant water in front of you ... unparalleled enjoyment-+
You and me.
When the wind blows, a place declines.
Looking at the broken and torn yellow roll in your hand, it goes with the wind, and after a gorgeous flip, it falls to the ground and floats around, just like you and me. You told me you didn't mean to. I don't want to hear it. This is my favorite collection of Tang poetry and Song poetry, but you let the children tear it up because of negligence. I broke the fragment in your hand, let it fly in the wind and turn away. There are pieces of paper scattered on the petals.
The flowers have fallen and will bloom again.
I lay in the sea of flowers, blending in with the flowers. Suddenly, a jet of ink sprayed on me and I opened my eyes. You gave me a brand-new Tang poetry and Song poetry with a smile, and told it to me at will. I suddenly got up. You gave up your favorite Haizi collector's edition in exchange.
You say, I don't care, we can enjoy green manure and red thinness with Yi An * * *, Huang Meiyu; Climb Jingting Mountain with Li Bai to see the clouds. ...
Well, I nodded gently.
Also, let's go to see Haizi and see the sea facing him. Spring has blossomed, I said in my heart ...
Time is endless, time flies like a white horse, and many past events have been smoothed out by time. However, what impressed me deeply was that there was a moment that moistened my cold heart and left the flowers in spring.
I vaguely remember that it was a cold early spring, but it was still very cold. I was still in the fifth grade of primary school.
During that time, the study pressure was great, and the homework suddenly increased. Every night when I write more than ten o'clock, I am always scolded by my mother: my grades have reached the bottleneck period, and no matter how hard I try, I can't improve them; There is also a certain weariness of learning. Every day, the whole person seems to be surrounded by a layer of depressed atmosphere, and the smile gradually disappears. He is always expressionless and becomes more and more withdrawn. After class, he will only sit quietly in his seat in a daze. I don't know when to go to class, but I always feel a little tired. The head teacher also saw that something was wrong with me and asked me to talk, but it seemed useless. Several good friends also drifted away from me, saying that I was like a cold robot.
Finally, the accumulated emotions broke out that day. It was three months later, before entering junior high school, the last exam of primary school. My mental state didn't improve until I saw my neighbor's elder sister come back. Elder sister is in the fourth grade, busier than me, and has to meet the senior high school entrance examination. But her grades were among the best, and it was absolutely no problem to be admitted to No.1 Middle School, so her family moved to No.1 Middle School, and that afternoon was the last time I saw her. She also saw that something was wrong with me, so she took half an hour out of her busy schedule to tell me about her experience: "I used to have poor grades and was an ordinary student." I am also in a rebellious period and tired of learning, but didn't I survive? " There is not a saying,' I can't kill you, it will make you stronger. "。 Come on, study hard, be diligent, and put your strength where it should be used. I believe you can! ..... "After listening to it, I suddenly cried. My sister silently wiped my tears with paper, gave me a refueling action, smiled sweetly and got on the bus. I never saw her again. ...
What my sister said to me benefited me a lot, which made me cheer up, break through the bottleneck period and break my cold heart.
At that moment, spring bloomed in my heart!
It's my turn I took a deep breath, took the folded cup and walked onto the stage. The teacher behind me helped me move the table.
That year, when we were in the first year of junior high school, we went to Pushangyuan to participate in outward bound training. On the first night, the teacher said that we would sign up for the gala, and interested students could sign up for performance skills. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a folded cup in my backpack. I used to practice playing when I was bored, so I signed up a cup-folding program for my teacher.
When I just said it, many students thought it was "folding quilts", so I explained to them that it was folding cups.
Before the performance, I looked at the performance schedule. I was in the back, sitting in the actor's box, waiting while watching others perform.
It's finally my turn. I took a deep breath and took the folded cup onto the stage. The teacher behind me helped me move a table.
The teacher put the table in the center of the stage. I put the folded cup on it, opened the lock and started my performance.
"3,6,3; 6,6; 1,5, 1; 3,6,3。" I was thinking, but when I said "3, 6, 3", I made a mistake. The cups fell to the ground because the table was too small to hold six cups. At this moment, I seemed to hear the jeers of several classmates. At that time, I fell into the ice hole and was frozen from head to toe. At that time, I felt that I had reached a place where it was always winter, and it was incredibly cold. At this time, my classmates who helped me time cheered me on. "Never mind, don't be nervous, take your time, you can do it." At that moment, I suddenly felt that the ice in my heart melted instantly, everything melted, and spring blossomed.
I adjusted my mind and asked the teacher to help me move a big table, so I did it again. Sure enough, I adjusted my mentality, but it's different. This time I practiced faster than before. At that moment, spring bloomed in my heart.
Perhaps, life is so beautiful, life seems to be all year round, maybe sometimes we will encounter cold wind and snow storms, and sometimes we will be disheartened, but we always believe that the cold winter brings the warmth of spring, and there will always be a moment when our hearts will bloom in spring!
One Sunday afternoon, I took the 14 bus to Wei Bao School to study English as usual. Because I wanted to watch more TV, I was reluctant to leave home and ran to the construction site at a speed of 100 meters. At this time, the 14 bus just arrived. After getting on the bus, I was lucky enough to grab the last empty seat. When the bus arrived at the next stop, an old lady in her seventies came. In normal times, I will stand up and give up my seat without hesitation, but at this moment, I want to have a rest and finally grab a seat. Do I want it, too? However, just as I was thinking this way, I saw a 6-or 7-year-old brother standing next to me and saying, "Grandma, please sit here with me." With that, she helped her grandmother to her seat. My face turned red. Why am I not as good as a little brother for such a small thing? Why am I so selfish?
Another time, after school at noon, our class went to the playground to jump rope. Just downstairs, I found a packaging bag on the ground about 2 meters away from my feet. I thought to myself: stop picking it up! Grain Rain Jie is still waiting for me to jump rope! I walked away. Not far away, I saw a fifth-grade big brother pick him up and send him to the trash can. Why can't I do such a simple thing?
I recently read a short article: A couple was lucky enough to book a train ticket. When they got on the bus, they found a lady sitting in their seat. The husband didn't ask the lady to give up her seat. Because the husband found the lady's feet a little inconvenient, he stood for three hours and gave up his seat to the lady. After getting off the bus, facing his wife's complaint, Mr. Wang said, "People can't be convenient for a lifetime, so we can't be convenient for three hours."
In fact, civilization is around us, and I must correct these uncivilized habits in the future. Think of others more. Just like an advertisement said: everyone takes a small step in civilization, then our society will take a big step forward! May the flower of civilization bloom in everyone's heart.
Flowers bloom in my heart composition 6 "Oh, it's raining, what should I do?" I'm still riding a bike. "
"Never mind, don't I ride a bike, too?"
"But I have a feeling that your mother will come and my mother won't."
"Ha ha ha great. What if my mother doesn't come? "
Our teacher was looking for someone to ride an electric car that day, so Firth and I both rode bicycles. Unfortunately, it rained heavily. We didn't bring an umbrella, and I felt so unlucky at that moment! We are running, and I imagine Comrade Lao Jing (my mother) holding an umbrella at the school gate and holding me in his arms. As a result, Firth's mother was waiting for Firth at the door, but I couldn't see her. At that moment, I was disheartened
My aunt asked me to take her car and insisted on giving me a ride. I was embarrassed, so I quickly declined and rode away. It's raining hard. I wear short sleeves. Although it is summer, the rain is really painful and the wind is very cold. I shed tears helplessly.
After a while, I suddenly heard someone calling me from behind: "Hey, the man in front is waiting for me. What are you doing riding so fast!" " "As soon as I heard this, I turned around and saw Firth coming here with an umbrella and riding a bicycle. I was shocked. " Why do you ride a bike? ""Without me, it's not just fools who walk in the rain! " I smiled, and Firth smiled. The two of us are holding an umbrella. Although the rain is heavy and the wind is strong, everything seems smaller when you talk around me. At that moment, spring bloomed in my heart, because the garden in my heart had your direct sunlight.
Because we are all strong, umbrellas can't stop you and me. You are obviously home, and I still have a long way to go. You took me to my door with an umbrella, and you didn't forget to say to me, "Let me know when you get home, take a hot bath, and don't catch a cold." "Well, you also hurry home and take a hot bath." When I got home, I sent you a message in a hurry. You replied, "Aunt hasn't come home yet, remember to tell mom." I quickly dialed my mother's phone and told her that I had arrived home safely.
At that moment, spring bloomed in my heart. Although you and I are soaked, I am very happy. Because of you, the flowers in my garden are free to bloom!
Time passed by me like running water, and I grew into a teenager in small things. Looking back, there was a moment that stayed in my mind for a long time and was fresh in my memory.
It was the end of the first semester of junior high school, and winter came, and the chill hit people. I can't get 120 in every math exam, so I feel bored and lose confidence. I can't move on because of repeated failures.
After the only heavy snow in recent years, the bare branches are still covered with snow. Walking on the path of Binjiang Park, I inadvertently looked up and saw a bunch of green plants. There are many red fruits in the green leaves, which are in sharp contrast with the surrounding snow. A closer look shows that there is a metal sign that says "Pyracantha" on it.
What a passionate name! Just like its name, its personality is so passionate! Even in the ice and snow, it can still maintain such a gorgeous posture and stand proudly in the dead of winter.
At that moment, I looked at it and suddenly had a lot of ideas.
Perhaps, failure is not so terrible; Maybe I shouldn't be so scared. Perhaps, I should face the cold and difficulties like a fire thorn. More maybe, slowly broke the fear in my heart. At that moment, my heart was sunny.
Later, I asked my teachers and parents about the problems in my math homework over and over again. With my unremitting efforts, my final math score finally reached more than 125.
At that moment, spring bloomed in my heart. The shadow that my math scores have been unable to improve disappeared, and I began to look forward. My heart is illuminated by warm sunshine and rendered by firm faith.
At that moment, my heart was full of spring.
Flowers bloom in my heart. Eight years have passed, and our sky has experienced many vicissitudes. Communication and tolerance can't heal the pain; When we went to Qiu Lai in spring, the flower of friendship was still in full bloom. -inscription
There is no choice but to spend money.
Bang, there was a muffled sound when the door behind you closed. This door separates you from me and closes your heart. I'm helpless. You don't understand my difficulties. You didn't go to school with me for the next few days. Somehow, stubborn, I began to be silent. Go to school alone and walk home alone.
You misunderstood me the other day, and I knew you wouldn't listen to me. You separated us, and the flowers of our friendship suddenly faded.
The swallow I may know is back.
When physical education class ran 800 meters that day, he accidentally sprained his ankle, which made me grin and sweat. It is you. You are always the first to come. Looking at your frowning brows, I was moved to be speechless. It seems that you have put aside all unhappiness. Looking at your busyness, I forgot the pain, just want you to know that you are still my confidant. I held you, motioned for you to sit down, and talked with you about many things. That day you began to understand my difficulties, and you began to open your heart. Our relationship started from that day. Then every once in a while, our thoughts begin to communicate. We know each other better.
Communication makes the flower of friendship bloom. The long-lost familiarity reappears, although it is still vague, but it is really within reach.
I'm still alone in the fragrant garden path
The three-year friendship has been continuously strengthened in this exchange. Although we are inseparable, we are doomed to leave one day.
You suddenly told me that you were leaving here to go back to your hometown to study. "Do you have to go?" I asked, tearing at your clothes. You nodded without saying anything, and then a crystal tear fell from your eyes and became a tear. I see. I let you go.
You have gone, but the flowers of our friendship are swaying in the wind.
The separation of the two places is close at hand. I want to ask you, how can you have the heart to let me wander alone? When will the flower of friendship in your heart bloom again? I, wait, wait.
In the eyes of bees, flowers are friends, because flowers give it the nectar of life; In the eyes of flowers, bees are angels, because bees give it the continuation of life. In my eyes, my mother is sunshine, because in an instant, my mother makes my heart spring.
That day, it was Mid-Autumn Festival night. The stars are dotted in the dark night sky, and the moon is curved. Inside, there is a bright lamp. I sat at my desk, holding a roll of famous books in my hand, and borrowed some fine works.
"hey!" Mother gently pushed open the door and crept into the bedroom. She looked at my glasses and then at me in the study. Then, mother shook her head, lifted the kettle and poured it into the cup. "Wow!" The sound of water is like the sound of swimming in a spring. Suddenly, I seem to feel a cup of warm water flowing all over my body and into my heart. I unconsciously sipped my dry lips and imagined the sweetness of warm water.
Suddenly, the sound of running water came to an abrupt end. Instead, mother's light footsteps. Seeing that I was still tasting the classics, my mother carefully put the cup of warm water on the corner of the table. After it was released, my mother's lips were about to open, as if to say something. But she turned her words into a smile and turned to walk away. Mother walked out of the study, and I picked up the cup on the corner of the table and took a sip. That warm and sweet water, like my mother's love for me, flows all over my body with blood and warms my heart. I was surprised to find a post-it note on the cup. Only six words were written on it: Happy birthday, baby! At that moment, my eyes blurred, but my heart was full of spring flowers.
Ren Yun: "The lake is deeper than Jiang Shen, the sea is deeper than the lake, and maternal love is deeper than the sea." It is such a deep maternal love that at that moment, the bitter autumn in my heart turned into spring flowers.
10 The sky blooms in my heart, filled with gloom. I drew a circle in my mind, quietly watching the clouds open and silently waiting for the flowers to bloom. -inscription
I used to look up, but I didn't look up at the blue sky like the blue sea. The cotton-wool white clouds were replaced by gray clouds and covered the sky. It seems to be dark and oppressive air that will never disperse, as if to swallow me up silently.
Memory, a pure white flower, blooms in the depths of fuzzy time.
Occasionally I saw an unknown wild flower crawling at my feet. In a trance, my childhood was like broken glass, pieced together in my mind, and the clear outline stood in front of me.
At the most innocent age, I raised such a pot of flowers. At that time, I longed to see it blossom and bear fruit. I took care of it carefully and watered it with my heart, but it didn't seem to feel my fiery heart and stubbornly refused to bloom. I lost patience with its indifference and turned and ran to my friends who waved to me in the sun. It withered and died in my cold. When I saw it collapsed in the flowerpot, it was like a sharp knife, which stung the softest place in my heart.
I don't know when the time when I can laugh on the merry-go-round has quietly left me. Growth is an eternal topic. I shut myself in an ivory tower, trying to isolate all the harm from the outside world.
I heard a woman singing softly in my ear: "I kept cutting, as if I fell into the air;" The reason is still chaotic, and the clouds add to the sorrow. " But then, the admonition of "born in sorrow and died in happiness" sounded forcefully.
I woke up with a start, and the sun came to me through layers of obstacles. I left the ivory tower, leaving only its proud and straight back and starting a long journey.
I was deeply hurt and torn to pieces. Whenever I want to give up, I think of Helen Keller, Beethoven and the flower that died sadly before it opened. I will not waver, keep my faith and go forward bravely.
The sun shines through the thick clouds, and I seem to see the flower in my heart blooming in the most gorgeous posture. ...
1 1 Persistence is a grain of sand hidden in a shell, which will one day condense into a round and smooth pearl; Persistence is a flower, buried in your heart, and one day it will bloom with refreshing fragrance! On the road of life, only by persistence can we realize our dreams and create a brilliant life!
There was Sima Qian in ancient times. "People are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." You have been in prison, but you have never given up your persistent pursuit of your dreams. You never give in, you prove your innocence with your actions, and your noble integrity is admired by the world! It took you decades to write the poem Historical Records, a poem with Kubinashi rhyme. You have painstakingly written every word in the book. Historical Records has made your glorious life and carved a magnificent stroke in history. That persistent flower, buried in your heart for a long time, finally blooms with fragrance, and has not withered after thousands of years!
There is Mark Twain today. Your dream is to be a novelist, but you know that you don't have a deep foundation and a small vocabulary, so you put notes with words on them everywhere around you. When waiting for a meal in a restaurant, you will take out a note from your coat pocket and start reciting it; When brushing your teeth, you will look at the post-it notes on the mirror and start reciting them. When making coffee, you will look at the post-it notes on the wall and start reciting them. Over time, your vocabulary is getting wider and wider, and finally you have written one beautiful article after another. You have also become a famous English novelist. That persistent flower, buried in your heart for a long time, finally blooms fragrance! Without the persistence of reading notes in those years, how can you realize your dream?
Li Shizhen insisted on studying herbal medicine for decades and wrote the medical work Compendium of Materia Medica. Tu Youyou insisted on research and discovered rare drugs; Ma Yun insisted on practicing oral English in college, and finally mastered international business, which is amazing ... There are too many celebrities in history, and they all have a persistent flower in their hearts. This flower is their goal, and this flower is their motivation to realize their dreams.
Without persistence, how can there be a story of dripping water wears away the stone? Without persistence, how can the Great Wall of Wan Li stand on the land of China? Let this persistent flower bloom and fragrance at home and abroad!
Family is the source of nourishing love.
Tutoring is a subtle infection.
Family style is an eternal inheritance.
I live in a United, harmonious and loving family. My grandparents are over 80 years old. They lived in hard times and raised their father with great pains. After getting married, he was grateful and rewarded his parents with actions. Every holiday, my parents will take me to my grandparents' house: help them clean up, cook a delicious meal, and listen to their shortcomings ... Although I haven't been there for a long time, I can see that my grandparents are very happy.
My parents' actions infected me, and I followed their example and honored my grandparents with a grateful heart.
This summer is particularly hot. I make ice powder at home and send it to my grandparents' home. Grandparents usually live frugally and are reluctant to eat snacks. Even ice powder is a luxury snack for them. They were happy to see me visit them with ice powder. Considering that they are old and have bad teeth, I cut the ice powder into small pieces, put it in a bowl, and then pour it with brown sugar water to send it to them. They are eating iced powder with happy smiles on their faces. A weather-beaten face is obviously a relief. Grandparents love me so much at ordinary times, and it is right for me to do all this for them. In the days to come, I will do something for my grandparents to make them do better.
I want to thank my grandparents, my parents raised me, and I want to thank them for conveying my kindness and gratitude. Although they didn't leave me any material wealth, they left me a spiritual wealth that fame and fortune can't buy, which is more precious than gold and brighter than diamonds-a grateful heart.
I have read these reports in my mind: a kind-hearted person helped others to help themselves up, but was mistaken for a thief by the owner. After several explanations, the owner did not believe it and was sent to the police station; The young staff who rushed to work helped the wrestling grandmother, only to be considered by their families as the "murderer" who knocked down the old man and demanded huge medical expenses. This kind of thing happens almost every day, right around us.
How many good people are misunderstood for doing good deeds makes me feel very cold. The heart that wants to repay the boiling society gradually loses its direction. For many days after that, I became as cold as a scarecrow and felt numb to everything around me. I didn't want to help others at first, and I didn't expect others to help me. Until that day. ...
It rained continuously for three days before it stopped. I am walking anxiously on my way to school. In order to cut corners, I chose the harder way. There is too much rain, and there is no sunlight. The road is full of small puddles, and pebbles on the roadside roll into the middle of the road. I crept along to avoid an accident on the road. The original three-minute journey is less than half of 10 minutes. I began to regret my choice just now and blamed all the responsibilities on the weather. I'm gonna be late. I stamped my foot in a hurry and accidentally cut my skin with a stone.
There was a cut on my foot and blood oozed from my skin. The freshly washed school uniform was instantly stained with red, and the trouser legs and shoes were also stained with large pieces of mud. Who will embark on this road? Who wants to help me? I can't go to school like this, I can only wait for a solution.
Not long after, a neighbor went out to buy food and saw me standing there quietly waiting for a while. He came to ask me about my situation and silently brought me a band-aid. When she learned the situation, she took the initiative to send me home to change clothes. Arrived at school, although late, but very happy. I got an unexpected surprise, a warmth, truth, goodness and beauty from people's hearts.
There is truth in the world and true love in the world. In fact, there are many good people in life. Thanks for this experience, it made me understand love and feel the love from strangers!