Near the end of the year, I am homesick. The ancients said, "When you ask about the return date, the rain will rise in the autumn pool." . The long journey home keeps the wanderer out alone awake at night. When you are outside, you know yourself well. People around me, holding tickets to go home, looked at them repeatedly, showing joy from time to time. I really envy them, but I can't go home yet. ...

I can't go home right away for an appointment. As early as before the holiday, I signed myself up for a four-day winter vacation English training camp. The original intention of making this decision is only to improve my spoken English. Unexpectedly, the harvest was greater than expected. They teach us how to be grateful, how to fight for our dreams and how to take the first step to change ourselves. Think about it. I'm glad you came during those extremely tense days in Spring Festival travel rush peak. After the course, the journey home alone began.

For the first time in my life, I was so excited that I forgot to eat for a day and a night. Looking at the scenery that came into view gradually outside the window, I thought of my hometown and my relatives who missed me so much. Two lines of excited tears hung on my cheeks. One day, one night, one day finally arrived safely. I got off the train and hurried out of the station with my suitcase. Looking at the blue sky and breathing fresh air is very satisfying. I feel that everything around me is so close. Probably everyone who goes out for the first time has a similar feeling when they go home!

After another bump, in the evening, the car arrived at the familiar small county. I patted the dust on my body and felt not very satisfied. After going to the barber shop to freshen up carefully, I carried heavy luggage and took brisk steps to meet my missing mother. I really want to run and hug her, but my mother can't bear my weight. After a brief greeting, get to the point, life returned to normal-she continued to play mahjong. I'm used to all this. Of course, it doesn't make much difference to me It happened that I was going to meet my girlfriend. When I met them, I suddenly had the courage to hug. All the thoughts, a hug is enough to explain.

The next day, I went home happily. Father is curing meat, and I put down my bag to help, but I have never done this kind of work and I have no way to start. My father and I have always been quiet, but there is a clear hint of happiness between his words and manners. Soon, I was very happy to see grandma collecting firewood. I've always missed her. My childhood memories are full of her. There is a sense of happiness in working with her. I haven't seen her for a long time. Grandma's hair has gone from blue to white and wrinkles have deepened. Her body looks thin. Time is a cruel sickle, cutting a deep and thin gully in grandma's palm. I can't bear to look straight.

When the New Year bell rang, my father and I cooked a table full of dishes. Many dishes were consulted before he started. As soon as I promised, he began to work happily. Cooking is my father's specialty, and I am often proud of having a father who can cook. At that moment, I felt like a happy little princess. By dinner time, my father was obviously a little depressed. It's not just him. I feel the same way. We should have had a reunion dinner during the Spring Festival. However, as soon as the food is full, only the father and daughter are eating ... the air is filled with a bleak atmosphere. At this point, my brother-in-law sent a good cigarette to my father-in-law, and we kept him for dinner. In this way, the deadlock was broken.

At first, my father strongly opposed my brother-in-law marrying my sister. Unfortunately, my father's firm stance is of no help to my sister's stubbornness. Finally, my sister, who just left school, threw herself into the arms of a young man six years older than him. This incident once made my father feel sad. After the sadness, I gradually turned my attention to me. At that time, I was in a state of preparing for the college entrance examination, and I was under great pressure. So that my sister burst into tears on her wedding day, and I was finally released. After the college entrance examination, my heart was bright and the melancholy days finally passed.

On New Year's Eve, grandma's children get together. Don't mention how happy the old man is. The eldest daughter bought some new clothes for the old man, and the second daughter bought many supplements. Of course, grandpa is also involved. The straight tunic suit is quite energetic to wear. After the laughter, a happy life began. My aunts are no longer young. I haven't seen them for years. Besides their red faces, their wrinkles have also increased a lot. After all, they are old. ...

In the next few days, I thought they would get along well. It just backfired. At a dinner table, my aunt and uncles talked about some interesting things when I was a child. Grandpa sitting next to him kept talking. My aunt turned out all the old sesame seeds and rotten millet and was very angry. I almost cried with anger. Grandpa is still like a child, always saying what he thinks, but he doesn't mean it. Because of this, the second aunt wanted to pack up and go home the next day. Fortunately, her luggage was hidden by her uncle. However, grandma got sick because of it. As a result, the argument was settled.

Later, later. My brother-in-law moved to a new house, and friends, relatives and neighbors came to join in the fun. I see many people's faces full of joy. Seeing friends who have been separated for a long time, there are always endless words and endless grievances. When the visiting friends dispersed, the family was left to say goodbye to each other. I stayed for a few nights and had to go home. All good things must come to an end. That's true. It just broke many people's hearts. Finally, when I had to leave, I took a family photo. I squeezed grandma's hand and gave her a big hug. Although I didn't give up, I didn't cry. Unexpectedly, my uncle's guild burst into tears. It is rare to see the old man crying and his nose is very sour.

I remember that the day before I left, my aunts and I went to see a seriously ill old man in the village. At that time, her hands and feet were cold, she could not speak, and her whole body was weak. There is almost no water to choke, which is very pitiful. At such a critical moment, all his children have not arrived yet. Very sympathetic to her. Unexpectedly, the next day, the old man passed away forever. I'm sorry about that. I just feel that life is so fragile. It was then that I seemed to understand the meaning of the old man's tears.

When people get old, they look back on their lives. It is estimated that only relatives are the most unforgettable. With the growth of age, people are more and more afraid of death, and when they get older, they cherish every gathering more. Just like where you will go, it is impossible to know whether we will meet again after each parting. Cherish every encounter, and give each other a big hug every farewell. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll never have time to say goodbye again. I want to ask: when will I come back from here?

When I embarked on a new journey, the scenery outside the window was not so beautiful. I don't know. When will I come back?

Youth is accompanied by bitterness and joy.

I wonder if it can be called a life without pain; I also want to know, can this be called a life without happiness? I only know that on the road of youth, we shed tears and laughed.

There is no road to prosperity in life, there is no gap and danger in life. The mental journey is not accompanied by suffering or happiness. The road to youth is always accompanied by bitterness and joy.

Pain and happiness are our companions on the road to youth. Pain and happiness are relative, and there must be happiness if there is pain. Without pain, there is no nourishment of happiness. Bing Xin said: "Successful flowers are only envied by people with bright reality. However, at the beginning, their buds were soaked with tears of struggle and splashed with blood and rain of sacrifice. " Successful flowers are happy because of the bright reality. However, have we ever thought that it has also suffered? In the process of its growth, it experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, and after the rain cleared, it silently endured, bred happy flowers in its growth, and explored the warmth of happiness in its pain.

On the road of youth, we constantly strive to find happiness and happiness tomorrow. As the ancients said, "If heaven is a great task for the Sri Lankan people, we must first torture their minds, exercise their bones and muscles, and starve their bodies and skin …", and the true meaning of bitterness and joy is fully revealed in Mongolian. Life is full of vitality because of struggling in suffering, and life is more charming because of harvesting results in happiness. Only after experiencing painful suffering can we appreciate the fragrance of happiness.

Sima Qian, a famous historian in ancient China, suffered greatly from castration. However, he is bitter but not sad, and he is lonely but not down. He took the sages who had made achievements in the adversity of past dynasties as his teacher. He said: "Wang Wen was arrested and performed Zhouyi; Zhong You wrote Spring and Autumn Annals; Qu Yuan's exile is a tribute to Li Sao. Zuo Qiu is blind and has "Mandarin"; The foot of Sun Tzu's Art of War has been revised; It's not Shu, but Lu Lan. Han Fei imprisoned Qin, expressing embarrassment, loneliness and anger; There are 300 poems, probably written by sages when they are angry. " Inspired by this, he finally left an immortal historical masterpiece-Historical Records for future generations with tenacious perseverance in adversity.

Pain and happiness are our friends, lifelong friends. Looking back at the road, watching the traces of tears falling, I know that I have cried; Seeing that face, we knew we were laughing. Whether it is windy or rainy, whether it is lightning or lightning, whether it is morning sun scattering or sunset glow, we are all in the circle of pain and happiness, or wandering, or dancing, or silence. Sometimes, life makes us feel helpless and can only stop helplessly; Sometimes, life makes us hold our heads high and let us summon up courage to stop flying boats.

Difficulties and hardships, Yucheng. After going through difficulties and reaching the other side of happiness, we know that happiness is accompanied by bitterness on the road of youth. Laughter lingers in our ears, we wander, we get lost. In pain, we recall the past, and that wonderful jumping mood swept our dream-chasing foreheads, and we laughed heartily. Bitterness will always follow us, even at the ends of the earth, our youth will jump because of bitterness, and rush because of bitterness.

On the road of youth, we cheer, we are silent, we applaud for happiness, and we are silent for pain. We laughed and cried in the university campus, and our lives were rich and fulfilling. A life without pain is a broken life; Life without happiness is also a broken life.

We were surrounded by laughter and cynicism. Pain and happiness are by no means lonely, they are companions, closely following each other. Without one of them, we can't know the ups and downs, and we can't tell right from wrong.

Let's fly together Suffocate in the endless emptiness and try the painful torment. Then come out of the cocoon and experience the happiness and happiness after suffering. I finally know that there is no life without pain; Without happiness, there is no life!

Give you wings, just to please you.

Gentle wind blowing continuous clouds, swaying in the blue sky, sunshine is the last time to visit the earth before winter comes, warming the grass and my innocent heart. I think the greatest warmth is this.

The breeze rolled up a yellow leaf, forming a beautiful arc in the air and floating into your hands. You look at it in surprise, and you feel a strange curiosity. Then you pouted and ran to me and put the yellow leaves in front of my eyes and asked. "Brother, why do the leaves wither?" I look up at the sky with a smile and quote a self-righteous sentence to answer you; "Is the departure of leaves the pursuit of the wind, or is the tree not left!" You touched your head, and then you smiled, so sweet and so hard.

Maybe this is fate, what should come will come, and what shouldn't come can't stay.

Maybe all the time in my life can't add up to this declining season, because it hides the secret in my heart, and I have never told anyone about it.

I remember it was a dusk, a very cold dusk, and you dragged me onto the rooftop by force. The cold wind keeps blowing, as if to freeze your world into desolation, and your face looks so pale and beautiful under the cold wind. I can't help asking what the hell are you doing. You said you wanted me to wait for the stars with you, and you also said that the passage of time does not mean the eternity of life. When you say this sentence, my heart hurts inexplicably and it is fleeting, for fear of losing something!

You said you were afraid of losing every star in your life, so you looked up at the blue sky from dusk until the stars slowly emerged from the clouds. You pushed me, curled up and dozed off, and said happily to me; "Brother, I finally wait until the stars appear. You look beautiful! " . The curiosity of teenagers made me glance disapprovingly at the sky, but I was surprised to find that the stars tonight are so bright and really beautiful. You say to the sky; "If only I could have a pair of wings as beautiful as a bird!" I asked you why. You answer; "Because of the wings, you can fly freely under the starry sky, and it will be as beautiful as an angel! . "I pout at you, and what I think may stay in my heart because of the shyness of teenagers.

Times have changed, but your memory in my heart will never change.

Now I look at Huang Juhua, which is growing all over the mountain, at starry sky after starry sky, and at everyone who comes into my world and brings me happiness, but I always feel that there is one less person around me. I wrote down all my memories, perhaps a confession of my cowardice, or perhaps for the so-called "letting go".

I haven't had the courage to speak my mind, but today I can finally say casually: "Sister, what I want to say is that my soul is your wings. If you like, I'll plug you in and let you fly freely under this bright starry sky! " May you really have a good time somewhere in heaven.

I also want to say that tomorrow is your birthday and I can't accompany you. You should be great.

In the quiet autumn, I dyed Xuan ink, and my memory was lost.

Time is not old, youth is not scattered! Generous life and death, the words of a gentleman; Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Bathing in the ancient city in a hurry and looking back at Premier Xiao's thoughts, we met in the October season in the vast sea of people, and slowly, slowly, the power of the soul receded with time. Those stories that were once in front of us and seemed to be yesterday have been read by people with historical vision. Tears began to blur, and I started again, looking for camouflage after the rain. When I saw you, my smile conveyed your appearance, many years later, many years ago.

Time is not old, we will not leave! In the autumn of Sino-Japanese War, I traveled all over the streets, naively thinking that I could touch the depths of your soul and awaken my sleeping dream again with a loud horn. In those years, you were scarred. And I, as before, like reading. Seeing you standing on the sacred land of the motherland reminds me of Li Zongren!

I have no illusions. When the Duke of Zhou studied for the rise of the Chinese nation, it rained heavily. Li Zongren made the Japanese devils tremble, and the blood flowing in his bones made countless Chinese sons and daughters stand erect and sing the song of liberation in human history.

At that time, the motherland, like a beautiful flower, was not beautiful, but there was a song that made me an only child. With the feeling of heaven and earth, miss the soul of ancestors! Today's ancient city is like a ballad saying, "Soldiers die for their country, and their souls bless their territory." With a persistent fantasy, maybe in the distant future, I will miss those stormy times. Sweat and rain are intertwined with the teenagers of that era. At this moment, I smiled at you for a long time!

On the first morning, we took a group photo and saw the teachers' real smiles. Time is not old, we will not leave! Enjoyment never needs to be timed. This time, writing contains all your stories. For us, once the vows of eternal love and wind and frost, the feelings and surging after youth, just like yesterday's sunset warmed our clear faces.

A wisp of soft wind, a curtain of drizzle, a roll of idle clouds, low head, quiet thinking, desire still took me to the road of rebellion, the tomb of the king of Chu in Guishan, cold and quiet! The wisdom of the ancients crystallized, leaving no sigh. When I think of the overlord of the place of Xi and the high-impedance Liu Bangxiong fighting for the world, I always fantasize about crossing history. Seeing the lamb kneeling on its chest is the regret of parents all over the world and the sadness in my heart.

Let me feel that love has been trickling through my fingers, coming and going in a hurry!

When I left, I looked at you for a long time, and you watched me disappear into the world of mortals with magical eyes. Smile, give up whose heart and whose memory, Xuan ink quietly dyed in late autumn, and moved slightly in the morning!

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

It is the most pleasant moment for a woman to dress up in the warm sun in front of the mirror.

The window is either a rhombic wooden lattice, simple and elegant, full of ancient rhyme. Either the ground is transparent and the white curtains are fluttering in the wind. In front of the dresser, the beautiful woman sat, winking, looking back and smiling, her mouth was covered with tears and her words were euphemistic. What an intoxicating picture!

"Women are pleasing to themselves." A woman who always studies carefully in front of a mirror must have a beloved person in her heart. Because of love and affection, women will pay more attention to their looks, their image and their temperament, and always be cautious when smiling and raising their hands, for fear that they will lose their temper and make their sweetheart unhappy. So women in love like to stay in front of the mirror best.

Of course, the love of beauty is a woman's nature, but it is not a privilege. No one, male or female, does not love beauty. Beauty is a general term. Beautiful scenery, beautiful landscapes, beautiful looks, beautiful music and beautiful words are enough to make people move, linger and fall in love. It's just that women are more sensitive and value beauty, especially the persistence of beautiful women in appearance. The death of a beautiful woman is probably more sad than the death of a leading actor. It is said that Zhang Ailing never went out without a mirror at home in her later years, which is probably the diarrhea of this mentality.

Mulan, who joined the army for her father and galloped on the battlefield, once recovered her daughter's body. The first thing she did was to "be a housekeeper and paint the mirror yellow." It can be seen that any woman yearns for beauty.

Yong Dong, who is dull, simple and honest, also knows that "just pick a flower and my wife and I will wear a hair salon" when expressing her deep affection for the Seven Fairies. Women can't live without flowers, flowers are beautiful, and beautiful women should also take flowers as a lining; Women can't live without pets, and it's sad that women who are not loved by men.

"After makeup, I whispered to my husband, is thrush fashionable or not?" Even if the newlyweds, Qi Mei, all kinds of love, all kinds of lingering favorites, dress up in front of the mirror, they are half angry and half uneasy. They twist their heads to ask gently and get praise, so they are relieved.

Buying a classical and elegant dressing table for a beloved woman should be the best gift for a man; A man's highest reward for his beloved woman is undoubtedly a few heartfelt compliments. I don't deny that there are women who are materially superior, but I believe that wearing gold and silver and wearing a ring is by no means the first choice for a beautiful and refined woman.

Perhaps, what a woman sees in front of the dressing table is some flaws, such as a few shallow freckles and a few thin crow's feet. Her eyebrows are not slender enough, her eyes are not watery enough, her nose is not stiff enough, and her lips are not fresh enough ... So her eyebrow pencil, eye shadow, blush, lipstick and foundation cream are all ready to go, and she went out. One busy, two slaps don't ring, the woman nodded slightly at the work in the mirror, and the satisfied smile flowed freely.

I'm not a beauty, and I won't dress up as a beauty, but I can't avoid it. Like most women, I like dressing up in front of the mirror. I know how ordinary I am in front of my ordinary face in the mirror. Fortunately, there are people who are willing to love themselves, and happiness will quietly fill my heart. Sitting in front of the mirror, watching the cleanser, toner and moisturizing cream I bought for myself ... through these, I can see a deep love. Love is priceless, but it is the most nourishing cosmetic. It nourishes me in front of the mirror, near middle age and still young.

Look in the mirror before going out; Before class, I sweep in front of the mirror, and I will never leave dirt on my face, no matter how busy I am, I will never be unkempt, and I will always keep a fresh and beautiful posture. I am not a beauty, but I try to be the person I like.

More importantly, when you look in the mirror, you don't have any distractions and concentrate on enjoying yourself. Everything that bothers you in the world is thrown out of the cloud nine. You can look up from the window, or there are flowers, or English is colorful, or the traffic is busy. You can hide in the small building and become a unified one. How carefree and comfortable!

If the sun shines through the window, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing to admire yourself in the mirror, relax yourself and forget yourself?

Love this happy moment-Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Only what is missed is the most beautiful.

You didn't meet last year's flowers, so last year's spring is always the most beautiful sight in your mind. Perhaps it is the colorful description in the book, or it may be the quiet and leisurely memory. You have gone through the spring of this year, and your mood is not as satisfied as you thought. In the early spring wind, there is still some coldness of the east wind, and the soil that has not been completely loosened has not yet grown color. So, you're annoyed that you're lost. It turns out that spring is not so beautiful.

Last year's spring was actually the same as this year's spring. It was just an infinite expectation and a deep expectation. The reason is that you missed last spring, and everything is still a memory. Missing gives you too much expectation and imagination.

Missing not only satisfies your imagination, but also gives you too much curiosity.

The word fate is so wonderful in this world. Compared with the current bus, the last bus or the next bus always has a mysterious beauty. There, you may meet different people, they may be more friendly, and you may see interesting things that ended one second earlier or disputes that have never happened before. And this kind of ordinary bus, the scenery along the way has long been panoramic, perhaps, it will be a little boring.

In love, the most unforgettable thing is the first love. The reason is not only the people you loved when you were young, but also the people you once loved so much. Now, his life does not intersect with yours. You will wonder whether he is living well now and what kind of state he is facing in life. With what kind of people, and you are not separated, what will it be like now? People who have said that they want to be with the end of the world will always remind you of these missed times. It's not that you can't let go, but you missed the twists and turns that changed the story. Therefore, it is also mysterious.

In our nature, what you can miss is what you can have. It is always embarrassing not to get what instinct can get. It won't hurt to lose things that don't belong to you. The feeling that the big prince can't take the mountains and rivers of Wan Li as the king must be 10,000 times more bitter than an ordinary person who can't dominate the world. People who are only one digit away from the million-dollar prize will definitely be more sad than those who didn't participate. Regret and sigh make miss more beautiful.

What kind of complex emotions are missing? It is more bitter than love and not being allowed, and it is more sighing and missing than a slim opportunity. May be the result, may be missed, may also be a temporary choice. In short, he makes you struggle, struggle, miss or regret for a long time to come. So, miss, let you learn to cherish.

In those missed scenery, there are the most beautiful smiles in your memory and the saddest cries.

What you miss is not the ash powder in your memory, but your first best imagination, speculation, expectation and dream.

It is precisely because of missing, missing people and things that they can be remembered and missed in the most beautiful posture.

Agate bracelet

I have an agate bracelet, which my uncle gave me. The bracelet is white all over, like a full moon, with one or two strands of oolong red in the middle, which is the Zhu Shazhi in the heart of the bracelet. In college, I didn't wear anything except this agate bracelet.

So I wore my agate bracelet and went through the best four years of my life.

The bracelet waltzes on my wrist, and most of the time I ignore its existence. However, from time to time, some students will fiddle with my bracelet after class, or say with surprise or appreciation that they like the moon-like color very much. Then my heart will overflow with an emotion: I put the moon in my hometown on my wrist.

That's really a bracelet like the moon. When I read in the library that "thinking of you is like a full moon, the lightness decreases month by month", it listens quietly and shines quietly; When I take notes nervously in the classroom, my thoughts gallop with the professor, and it slides up and down with my heartbeat; When I cry under the covers because of trifles, it gently cools my cheeks and tells my affection and love.

Accompanied by it, I walked into the depths of youth step by step and felt the flowers bloom.

I remember it was the first time I sat on the anchor platform of the school radio station. The former anchor is a senior in journalism. He wears glasses and is tall and thin. He patiently taught me to be familiar with machines. The anchor desk consists of two iron tables side by side. After listening to the introduction of the senior, I am trying to recite the functions of each button. Suddenly, there was a crisp "Ding Dong", and the agate bracelet was in close contact with the iron table. The studio immediately quieted down. The senior stared at my wrist for a long time and said seriously, "fortunately, I didn't turn on the sound transmission device just now, otherwise the whole school would know that you were wearing a bracelet!" " Have a little professionalism! After you go to the anchor station, you get rid of these things! "My face turned red and I looked down at the agate bracelet, which lay innocently on my arm.

So, every Thursday afternoon, I will take off my bracelet and put it on the windowsill of the recording studio, then turn on the power to preheat the machine and put the CD to be played in. After the bell rings at six o'clock, I slowly turn off the volume, and there will be light tunes flying from the speakers in all corners of the school to ignite the sunset glow. Listening to the music, I said into the microphone, "Good afternoon, dear teachers and classmates. Nice to meet you in the air. What are you doing at the moment? Looking out of the window of the radio station, you can see that the sky is lavender. Will you also look up and enjoy this night? " Listening to your own voice and music flying together, happiness is beyond words. My agate bracelet sparkles, as if it were lifelike because of music.

Later, a classmate told me that every Thursday afternoon, seniors would go to the top of the teaching building and sit under the horn and chew bread.

My heart is very shaken, and my appreciation for him.

At that time, there was already a boy around who would send the box lunch to the studio. That is a really hot boy, and the way to express his feelings is neat and decisive. Once after the broadcast, I got up and put on an agate bracelet. However, at this moment, the submissive bracelet got stuck in the joint of the palm and struggled not to slide down. He saw it, took my hand, and with a slight force, the bracelet coldly reached his wrist. This handle hasn't been loosened yet. He said, "I've wanted to touch your bracelet for a long time, but I didn't get a chance." It turned out to be so beautiful! "

The peach blossom bloomed on the face for the second time and gradually spread all over the sky.

However, in this world, the most uncertain thing is love, right? The eulogy sounded and the memories drifted away, but the agate bracelet was a perfect existence after many years.

Put on cheongsam and take photos. Years crisscross on photographic paper. The uncle who sent the bracelet has gone to another world, and the years of wearing the bracelet are slowly fading. One day, man is neither a thing nor a thing.

But fortunately, once, it was so beautiful.