In your eyes, your mother is your angel, sheltering you from the wind and rain, propping up a clear sky for you, and organizing a loving family for you ... In your eyes, the status of your mother is irreplaceable, unforgivable and unforgettable, but ... my aunt is my angel, my mother and everything to me. I feel very comfortable with her.
I am an unfortunate child. My parents left me when I was very young, leaving me alone, a veritable orphan, lonely and helpless. Fortunately, my aunt came into my life and gave me the same life as the girl next door.
The tide of memory flapping on the bank of life can always erase something, but the scene of that night can't be erased, but the longer it takes, the clearer it becomes.
"Hey, baby, I don't want to leave you, but you don't understand my sadness ..." The phone kept ringing. "Hello, who are you?" I asked angrily. "Your mother is ill. She wants you to meet her. She doesn't beg you to let go of the past. She smiled and said "I'm sorry, Mom". She just wants you to see her now. DuDu ~ ~ "He told me in a low voice. Leaning against the wall, I began to slide down the wall slowly, with empty eyes and weak limbs. The world in my heart has long been fragmented. Incomplete flight, glowing with lonely cold light.
"Mom, do you like threatening me so much? Does it make me miserable? It's been six years, six years, and you haven't heard from me. But now, how did it appear again? Why did you come to me again? Give up when you say it, and start over when you say it. What do you think I am? Just command me! Are you still my mother? " I said this in my mind more than once.
I grabbed my hair in a rage, picked up the knife on the windowsill and cut it on my wrist without hesitation. Blood flowed gently along my wrist to my fingers, and then quickly to the spinning hydrosphere. Blood and water blend together and stand out.
Menstruation kicked the glottis with a bang, and she looked at me in horror. I know that she loves and pities me now, and has no resentment towards me. At this moment, I can only arouse her overflowing sympathy and a unique impulse of her mother. I was picked up. Menstruation's arms are too warm to leave. I found a good place in menstruation's arms, where I want nothing but world peace.
When I got to the hospital, I tied a thick white gauze on my wrist. Because of my peace of mind, I didn't sleep.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a room full of white and my aunt holding my hand to sleep. I saw her face was calm. I think it must be my "aunt, my mother, love you!" " Last night. And moved!
I hooked my lips and smiled. Looking at the endless blue sky, I was distracted.
The atmosphere lasted until the arrival of the nurse. "How are you today?" Her face is full of smiles, as charming as cherry blossoms in March.
I nodded and said nothing.
A week later, menstruation seemed to be a mind reader and saw my anxiety and irritability. She took me to see my mother. My mother seems to turn a blind eye to me, indifferent to me, like a stranger, without a greeting, without a yearning call, without a mother's duty, without ... My aunt knows that I am very heartbroken and hate my mother now, but it is not easy to express it directly. She took my hand and left this place without saying anything.
The breeze is blowing and the weather is cold. This tea is strong and fragrant. I am entangled in my heart and can't extricate myself.
At night, I lie awake in bed. Heartbroken, painful, unbearable. Tears are cold, flowing into the mouth and heart, making it more painful. My aunt came in, sat down beside my bed, patted me on the back, then dried my tears and whispered in my ear, "Yingying, here I am!"! Don't be afraid! I will accompany you all the way until the end of my life! "
Yes! With menstruation around, what am I afraid of? With menstruation around, will I still lack love? Do I still need to live my old life here with menstruation? No, I don't have to be afraid. Don't worry. Just because you are here!
2. With you here, I feel at ease with 650 words of junior high school composition. We are both old, and the room is only a few meters away. Is it necessary to shout every few minutes?
Every time I go to grandma's house, I'm always curious. Synthetic network
Grandma is nearly eighty years old, but she is neither deaf nor deaf, and she can sew in the house with a pair of reading glasses. Grandpa, who is three years older than her, is far from walking. He always sits on a cane chair in the sun.
Only a few meters apart, a few minutes later grandma will call out: "old man!" " "composition
Grandpa shouldn't. Grandma was in a hurry and walked to the front. Grandpa is fine. He fell asleep on the cane chair. So he smiled like a child and said, "This dead old man is ignored by others."
Such a thing seems to be a habit, which happens every day. composition
Is grandma bored? Nobody talks? Then why does she just shout and not talk? What do you call grandpa for? Still shouting so much? I noticed that every time my grandma saw my grandpa was fine, she was satisfied with his departure. The sun always shines on grandma at the perfect angle, and every time such a picture shines with warm brilliance.
As long as someone agrees, okay?
After grandma called grandpa again, I covered my mouth and answered slowly like grandpa's voice: "Hello-",but grandma could always tell whether I covered my mouth with cloth or cotton to make the voice realistic. "The girl is making trouble here ..." Grandma patted me with wrinkled hands to show her reproach.
Grandma is still the same.
My curiosity increased, not decreased.
I decided to burn my bridges. "Grandma, what are you always shouting? Don't hate it. "
Grandma looked at me and smiled kindly: "Girl, you don't understand. Knowing that he is good, he is relieved. "
My heart is wet. It is a drop of dew in the stamen. It bit my curiosity for several days like a bug, and at the same time gained a true feeling.
If you were here, you would feel at ease. This is the most beautiful scenery in the world. What's wrong with plain tea and rice? What is the importance of getting old? If you were here, you would feel at ease.
I think the so-called love is so much. It's someone I love. The people I miss will exist well where I can see them.
That phone is saying that with you, the whole world is here.
I am a very stingy girl.
"Meng Xiao, borrow your calculator." There was a hint of urgency in her tone. "Oh ... here." When she handed me over, I still clung to the calculator until I was sure she had it all.
At this point, I have no mind to write in this leisurely class time. Yes, I'm worried about my calculator. It lives with her.
She is not the kind of girl who doesn't care about other people's things. But there is a stone hanging in my heart, and I'm afraid it will fall.
I started thinking. If she accidentally presses the wrong key, the calculator will crash; In case she put it on the edge of the table and accidentally knocked it off the ground; In case ... painful images come to my mind.
How can you think that? I began to blame myself. We are friends, close friends! However, it seems hard for me to stop this unconditional idea.
I glanced at it from time to time. She's using it. My mind is on her. I can't understand it. I seem to be waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to get my calculator back from her.
Ready to shout out my heart, I immediately felt that I should trust my friends. Yes, I have to trust her. Friends will take good care of their things. She is the kind of girl who knows how to care about others.
Recalling this process, I suddenly felt extremely thrilling. If I am impulsive, the silk of friendship forged by us for many years will not break.
I want to protect friendship. I can't do it. I forced myself to disintegrate this "stingy" psychology.
"Meng Xiao, borrow your calculator." Without thinking, "Oh, right away." , conveniently handed it over.
At this time, my mood is indeed unprecedented calm.
Your smile makes me feel relaxed. In the early summer afternoon, I gently opened a magazine, enjoying the beauty hidden in the text, listening to a faint song, and suddenly heard a sentence "Smile is more important than anything, and the world is still wonderful". I can't help thinking, does a smile necessarily mean optimism?
Inadvertently, I saw my mother coming to me with a glass of milk, gently putting the milk on the table and saying, "Drink it while it's hot." Suddenly, I keenly captured the moment when my mother's mouth rose slightly. I seem to have found the answer. ...
Recall one day two years ago, my birthday. Because during the summer vacation, it happened that the girls in my class and I had the same birthday, so we celebrated our birthdays together. After a crazy day outside, I walked home alone. It seems that the whole day's happiness has been exhausted, leaving only a little loneliness and melancholy. Sighing that "the wind blows for another year", I am one year older. One day twelve years ago, I just came into this world. How time flies. It suddenly occurred to me that when I was born, my mother was lying in a hospital bed ... I was not surprised. Yes, although today is my birthday, it is also my mother's Good Friday twelve years ago!
Looking back on the past ten years, I asked my parents for birthday presents in ignorance, but I didn't know that it was because my mother endured great pain that I became who I am today. How can I ask her for it?
Seeing a flower shop not far away, I couldn't help but speed up my steps and decided to buy a bunch of carnations for my mother. It's not too late to be grateful. When I walked into the flower shop, I was surrounded by a faint fragrance of flowers. Roses and lilies compete for beauty, but I went to find elegant carnations and chose twelve carnations. After careful dressing by the gardener, these flowers look more delicate. After I paid the money, I walked home with a cheerful pace with this bunch of carnations in my hand. Along the way, I have been thinking about how my mother took the flowers away. Mom will be so excited that tears will come to her eyes? Or ungrateful to say that I spend money indiscriminately?
Unconsciously, I arrived at the door. I waited quietly for two minutes, calmed my heart, and then gently knocked at the door. Hiding the flowers behind her, it was my mother who opened the door. Staring at my mother, I suddenly took the flowers out of my back and said to my mother, "Mom, these flowers are for you." My mother took the carnation in surprise at first, and it took a long time to recover. Then, she narrowed her eyes, and a bright chrysanthemum bloomed in the corner of her eye, and several wrinkles on her forehead were also exposed shallowly. There are two dimples in her mouth, which is her smile. But I found clear tears in my mother's eyes, which must be the so-called happy tears.
Not all smiles represent optimism, but there is such a smile that represents happiness and is exclusive to all mothers in the world. I have read the sentence "If someone smiles at you for no reason, there must be some reason". However, when a mother smiles, there is only one reason, and that is her own child.
Although it took a long time, I still can't forget the moment when my mother smiled.
5. There is a beautiful composition in peace of mind. I am an ordinary grass, so ordinary that I don't even have a name.
In spring, my curiosity prompted me to look out and see this wonderful and beautiful world. I pulled open the original thick soil layer, straightened my back and became a part of this world, a unique part.
Suddenly, summer came quietly.
I already have many partners, and we are crowded together, happy and harmonious. I know that there are not only grasses like us in the world, but also many colorful flowers: lotus stained with mud, noble and elegant peony, and osmanthus ... I think I am equal to them, and there is no distinction between high and low, but humans don't think so.
In summer, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, and people's eyes are "plundered" by them, while those of us who are thriving are undoubtedly ignored.
They sit on us with peace of mind and praise the flowers. Doesn't this make us feel sad?
People call flowers beautiful fairies, but they call us hateful weeds. Doesn't this make us feel sad?
In the season when flowers are in full bloom, people are scrambling to take photos with them, but they look at us in disgust. Doesn't this make us feel sad?
On beautiful festivals, people always put a pot of flowers in front of the square, but they don't give us some opportunities. Doesn't this make us feel sad?
Indeed, we don't have a beautiful coat and refreshing fragrance, but we have our own unique side and we are also beautiful. Maybe you never noticed it, and you don't want to notice it at all.
In the early morning of summer, we are beautiful.
At that time, there will be a drop of dew on our long leaves. It is so full and crystal clear.
English. It will slowly pass through our bodies, silently, but extremely beautiful. There are still water stains on the leaves. When it fell to the ground, the leaves were so green, not dark green or light green, but a kind of green that could not be described in words. It is so beautiful and green. Looking at it, you will feel that it may drop a drop of oil at any time.
We are particularly beautiful at this time.
We are beautiful in the summer morning.
The sun is high in the sky, and the sun shines evenly on the earth. Moistened by water, we appear beautiful golden yellow under the sunshine. Like sunflowers in the sun, like rice harvested in autumn, like a layer of gold plating. We stood upright, adding confidence and vitality to ourselves.
We are particularly beautiful at this time.
In the summer afternoon, we are beautiful.
This time is the hottest time of the day. The delicate and charming flowers all bowed their heads. They are spoiled and loved, and they can't resist the scorching heat. And we, not afraid of the heat, even in the high temperature of 40, we still hold our heads high, never bow our heads and never give in to the scorching sun! We are the strongest, we are brave and we are the most glorious! We are beautiful because of glory!
We are particularly beautiful at this time.
If you ask our names, we will always answer confidently: "grass!" " "Even if we don't even have a name, isn't the word grass enough?
In summer, we are equally beautiful! As beautiful as flowers!
6. Your smile makes me feel relaxed. My grandmother was deaf and blind when she was 86 years old, and she could sew with her eyes narrowed in the room. But grandpa, who is two years older than her, can't move two inches. He always sits quietly at the gate of the yard and basks in the sun for most of the day.
Two people, but separated by a house, grandma loudly called grandpa "old man" every ten minutes! Grandma calls it that, and sometimes grandpa will say "ah" when he hears it. Grandma smiled and bowed her head to do needlework. Sometimes my grandfather ignores me, and my grandmother will walk out to see it with small steps. Seeing that grandpa was fine and taking a nap in the sun, grandma smiled like a child: this dead old man was ignored by others.
I laugh at her, but you are not afraid of boredom. Why do you always shout? Grandma looked up at me, smiled tolerantly and said, "Do you understand? It's reassuring to know that he is fine there.". "
The heart, soaked at that moment, is a drop of dew in the stamen. So much for happiness. If you are there, you will feel at ease. What's wrong with plain tea and rice? What does it matter to be old? As long as you are here, happiness is there.
"A woman, said her lover, likes to snore at night. She is used to his snoring, and falls asleep in his snoring every night, steady and steady. Occasionally, when a lover doesn't snore at night, she will wake up three or five times, reach out and touch him, touch his even breathing, and then put her heart down and continue to sleep. "
In fact, love in the world is nothing more than that. Dear people, you must live a good life where my eyes can see, where my ears can hear and where I can shake hands again. If you are there, you will feel at ease. Yes, as long as you are here, the whole world is here.
I know that love is such a story. There is no comparison between who pays and who is wrong.
Love you, love me. You are here, I am here, feel at ease and happy. . . Besides smiling, besides the same continuity, what else?
After reading the text, I feel sad several times. Actually, it's not that "going through four years" is a simple bitterness, and the pain of happiness can also be a simple smile and the temperature of happiness. If you were here, you would feel at ease.
The 7.800-word composition "Silence is Peace of Mind" is as beautiful as summer flowers and autumn leaves! -inscription
Yesterday, you could walk freely in the warm sunshine, but today you can't. The weather changed so fast, but fortunately I had that rare sunshine yesterday, at least I didn't miss it. Some people say that familiarity has no scenery. As I said, every day in class, I always pass by the ginkgo tree at school and rush by. I seem to pay little attention to its existence. Do you remember what happened under this ginkgo tree last Christmas Eve? A group of people took pictures under it? Cheers, excitement, amazement, excitement. . Now, it's been a long time, faded and forgotten. . I don't know when this ginkgo garden quietly changed color in our hurried footsteps. Ginkgo biloba leaves are rustling and indifferent, leaving branches in various poses. Or three or two, or a leaf, reflected in the eyes of laymen, will be divided into dancing or falling, will be divided into sadness and refinement. The beauty of ginkgo can make people so shocked. How I want to pick up a fallen leaf and stare at the fan-shaped veins, maybe I feel sad and can't help but sigh the beauty is short.
Yesterday, when I looked up, I passed through the cracks in the branches and leaves, and the leaves were crystal clear under the sunshine. I wonder if there is a whisper among the leaves, and if I will give my heart to each other. Swaying with the wind, the context is clear, drawing a curved Qiu Si; Look back, and finally look back at the branches. Floating on the ground, but not in the mud, living quietly in the grass and Woods. Like a fan, gently fan out the coolness of the season, making the footsteps of autumn worse. As a result, the scattered yellow slowly turned into a brilliant appearance. It is a kind of scenery, and everyone's eyes have become unique, no matter where they fall.
Listen, the rustling leaves around you are * * *? Or the joy of liberation? Every fall is like a flick of the hand of fate. But when you listen attentively, you only smell silence, but there is no sadness. The dream is in an instant, and the shadow is lonely after it. When the leaves fall, they are put down. It is not difficult to put it down. But I carefully filtered my mind, so quiet that there was no dust. Pick up a few pieces of gold, put them in Hongyan and send them to a distant place I don't know how far away; Let go of the memory of a tree, and let go of the thoughts full of it, so that the winter sunshine can stay in the air.
Pick flowers and smile. Ginkgo yellow can also be touched, as light as nothing. Sound, wind, seems to be around but can't be seen. The trees are full of golden yellow, floating in the blue sky. At this time, I suddenly realized and slowly recalled. Somehow, the yellow of time was taken away instantly. ...
The sunshine in winter always makes people nostalgic, warm and removes the chill. In the afternoon, you can often see groups of students sitting on benches and lawns in the aisle, basking in the sun and eating, with a faint sense of satisfaction and comfort. Occasionally a few words of laughter add a little vitality to the air. Laziness is the characteristic of this time. If only life were like this.
I cherish those smiles that belong to us, ferment in the years, and exude mellow fragrance after the years. Indulge in the sunshine, save a little touch, save a little miss, save a little smile, soothe the wounds of the soul, warm the most beautiful eyes in this life, and let winter come and no longer feel cold. Maybe we can't change our life, but we can change our mood. Maybe we can't change our looks, but we can show our smiles. Maybe we can't change our lives, but we can try to change ourselves. Maybe we can't change the length of life, but we can master the thickness of life. The ups and downs of life, everything in the world, such as people drinking water, knowing the warmth and coldness, and rolling the world of mortals, are all the most beautiful.
A flower and a world, life is just a drop in the ocean, but it carries too many joys and sorrows. The more you put it, the more you will feel that you have it. Maybe every turn is a new starting point, and maybe every scenery will have a new scenery to stop. You don't have to look up at others, you are also a landscape. Life, flowers bloom in four seasons. Learn to laugh and watch the flowers bloom and fall. Dance lightly for a long time, be quiet and secure.
8. Ask for an essay entitled "Peace of mind is bliss": narrative or argumentative essay, no less than 800 words. There is a fable: once upon a time, a king was walking in the garden. He saw that all the flowers and trees in the garden had withered, and only the small grass of peace of mind was growing luxuriantly. It turns out that the oak tree is not as tall and straight as the pine tree. The pine tree died of jealousy because it could not bear as many fruits as the grapes. The grapes lamented that they could not stand upright on the shelf all their lives. The morning glory fell ill because there was no lilac fragrance, and the rest of the flowers and plants were listless because of their ordinary nature. The king looked at the ordinary grass of peace of mind and asked, "Why are you so brave, optimistic and not depressed?" New Cao An replied, "That's because I don't feel inferior, I'm not discouraged at all, and I don't have any wild desires. I just want to be the Cao An of A Xin. "
This story contains the philosophy of life that peace of mind is bliss, which is thought-provoking and intriguing. Especially for leading cadres, it is worth pondering.
Peace of mind, always thinking about greed. The ancients in China said: Store 10,000 tons of water and use a ladle of water; Thousands of rooms in Guangsha, lying six feet at night; Rich family, three meals a day. Aesop, a western philosopher, also said: Some people want more things because of greed, and as a result, they have lost everything they have. These simple truths tell people that greed is useless and harmful, and we should be sincere and pursue spiritual prosperity. Let's not talk about how greed harms the country and people. Even those who take bribes and bend the law are so tired: they are always worried about the news, watching the scenes of corrupt officials being tried on TV, their blood pressure rising and hearing sirens. They have no appetite in the face of delicacies, tossing and turning in the advanced Simmons bed. They are like a time bomb all the time, and they can't talk to others. They can only eat Rhizoma Coptidis and swallow all the bitter water into their stomachs. If you are greedy, you can't feel at ease, and your life is distorted.
Peace of mind, always be alert to impetuous heart. The ancients said: "God is quiet and his heart is harmonious, and his heart is harmonious and complete; If you are mad, your heart will swing and your heart will hurt. " If you are impetuous, you will easily lose your mind, making it difficult for you to make the right decision, not to focus calmly on what you should do, or to be eager for quick success and instant benefit and go with the flow. Or suffer from loss and blame others. Or lose yourself, physically and mentally exhausted. This is not only harmful to work and career, but also very miserable for yourself. Only by avoiding impetuousness and thinking about what the work plan is, whether it is scientific and correct, will it not be disturbed and tempted, will it be down-to-earth, firm and reassuring. Ann works hard, works hard, works hard.
Peace of mind, always abandon your own thoughts. Some people dream of making a blockbuster and reaching the sky in one step. They always hate low positions and low incomes, but they just don't know how much they weigh. On the surface, wild thinking is a problem of mentality, but in fact it is a problem of world outlook, outlook on life and values, which is related to the foundation of life. Some people are either tired of fame and wealth, worried about profits, hedonistic or take ugliness as beauty. The key is not to grasp the general direction of life. Every cadre in party member should have a correct view of personal gain and loss, honor and disgrace, and never get carried away. Don't lose face, just watch the flowers bloom and fall; The gains and losses are unintentional, and the clouds are smooth. This is the proper realm and mind.
Getting rid of greed, impetuousness and arrogance and reassuring leading cadres are both the blessing of the people and the blessing of the people.