In the glorious years, there are too many earthy lives, which will come at any time and leave at any time, so ordinary but not special. They came, and no one knew. He left again, and no one knew.
At that age, a carport, a brick house, iron gates have long been rusty, everything is old-fashioned, except for an ordinary weed growing on the roof, which is an ordinary life, growing up day by day but getting old day by day. Such a shallow green color can't have any impact on the world, and it is different from life growing on land. This is not fertile soil, but the growth of life is even more difficult and regrettable, and this life is like a fire.
But so what? Sunshine is willing to stay for it, and it stops, like time has stood still. Without disturbing the peace and noise of the world. Like a paradise, I wonder if there are any Han Chinese, regardless of Wei and Jin Dynasties. It grows old and dies year after year, but it becomes young and bright year after year. Living in the cracks like that, growing up alone like an independent world, and being far away from the same kind are not enough to make people sad. There is no shame in having such an aging house as a companion and such a declining life. Those humble people are challenging me into a kind of persistence and reluctance in the vigorous life, and look down on these lives. Such a passionate life.
This kind of life is too ordinary to be put into this world. Its existence and disappearance will not change anything, nor can it create anything. But this kind of life is everything to it, it can face the life it can grasp, and the only thing it can do is to make this kind of life more gorgeous by its own efforts, no matter how others evaluate it. Let go of your own desires, show your passion in the wind, and what makes you intoxicated is your own life. Even if he really dies one day, he can still smile and make himself shine at the last moment. This endless life, this bright and passionate life like a small fire.
The composition of the wall is very good The open space in my yard was built with a wall in the past, a lovely wall, a wall when I was a child. She always influences my thoughts, opens the door of memory and reminds me of the past wall stories.
At that time, that solid and tall wall stood at the end of my yard, like a sentry, covering everything in my yard, like a barrier, covering all the beauty and ugliness. It is this wall that tells the story of my childhood.
When I was a child, I always liked to play by this wall. The wild flowers and plants growing under the wall are my favorite. The ant nest in the hole in the wall is my spiritual refuge. Touching the thick hard wall always makes me feel extremely safe and comfortable.
I remember when I was seven years old, I naively held a painting competition on the wall. The princess in pink skirt and the winged elf are arguing on the wall. At this time, the wonderful world appeared on the wall. The wall echoed with our laughter.
I even clearly remember hiding a small note in the crack of the wall, which recorded my smile and distress. In summer dusk, I can always see me sitting under the wall, looking at the sky and white clouds, even the fields, snuggling up on this thick chest, feeling extremely warm.
Yes, the wall is my partner, brings me joy, is my confidant, is my comfort, is my bosom friend. Traces of childhood are clearly written on the wall.
But with the passage of time, the times have developed and many changes have taken place in our family. Wood becomes tiles and cement becomes floors. Only that wall is still standing, it has been wrinkled by the wind and sand of the sun and moon, and it has not kept up with the trend of the times.
One day, a group of people with tools and gloves came into my house, and I knew this wall was going to be torn down. The news came as a bolt from the blue to me. Tear it down with my wall day and night. Look at that thick wall. Just like the old man looked at me stupidly, let me play like a soldier to shelter from the wind and rain, but this friend will soon disappear. My story with the wall will also end, and all these childhood stories will be erased. Under the beating and shouting of tools, the wall collapsed and my heart was blank. Only a few tall buildings in front of me filled my heart.
With the passage of time, I left this country and my hometown for five or six years. The story of the past and the wall is hidden in the corner of inner memory, and the memory of the past childhood cannot be touched. Now I set foot on my hometown again, looking at the towering walls and missing the past. The wind blew on my face, and I sat on the swinging swing, immersed in infinite memories.
The open space in my yard, the past wall, the lovely wall, the wall when I was a child, she always influenced my thoughts, opened the door to memory and reminded me of the story of the past wall.
At that time, the solid and tall fence stood at the end of my yard, and everything in my yard was like a sentry barrier, beautiful and ugly. It is this wall that tells the story of my childhood.
When I was a child, I always liked to play by this wall. The wild flowers and plants growing under the wall are my favorite. The ant nest in the hole in the wall is my spiritual refuge. Touching the thick hard wall always makes me feel extremely safe and comfortable.
I remember when I was seven years old, I naively held a painting competition on the wall. The princess in pink skirt and the winged elf are arguing on the wall. At this time, a wonderful world appeared on the wall. The wall echoed with our laughter.
I even clearly remember a small note hidden in a crack in the wall, which recorded my smile and distress. In summer dusk, I can always see me sitting under the wall, looking at the sky and white clouds, even the fields, leaning against this thick chest, feeling extremely warm.
Yes, the wall is my partner, brings me joy, is my confidant, is my comfort, is my bosom friend. Traces of childhood are clearly written on the wall.
But with the passage of time and the development of the times, many changes have taken place in our family. Wood becomes tiles and cement becomes floors. Only that wall is still standing, tortured by the wind and sand of the sun and moon, full of wrinkles, and has fallen behind the trend of the times.
One day, a man with tools and gloves came into my house, and I knew this wall was going to collapse. The news came as a bolt from the blue to me. Tear it down with my wall day and night. Looking at that thick wall, just like an honest old man looking at me, makes me play like a paradise and resist the wind and rain like a soldier, but this friend will soon disappear. My story with the wall is over, and these childhood stories will be erased. Under the beating and shouting of tools, the wall collapsed and my heart was blank. Only a few tall buildings in front of me filled my heart.
With the passage of time, I left this country for five or six years and left my hometown. The story of the past and the wall is hidden in the corner of inner memory, and you can't touch the memory of childhood. Now I set foot on my hometown again, looking at the towering walls and missing the past. The wind blew on my face, and I sat on the swinging swing, immersed in infinite memories.
The first rain in early summer has just left, and the air is not as sticky and bitter as traditional Chinese medicine soup, and the smell of fresh mints is everywhere.
In a corner of the alley, an old low wall is located there. Under the wall, wild flowers are submerged in mud, and occasionally a few dead leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata float down. This ugly wall appeared in a quiet alley, which was very abrupt.
Every time after school, before my parents get off work, I climb the low wall in the sunset. Behind the wall, there is an old woman with wrinkles like rings on a stump. She leaned back on the wooden rattan chair, knitting wool in her hand, staring at the distance, confused, as if waiting for someone.
I jumped off the low wall and she saw me. ......
"Are you waiting for someone?" I spoke first.
The old lady turned slowly, her face full of vicissitudes.
"I am ... waiting for my son to come back from the city."
I squatted down. "I'm waiting for my parents. They haven't finished work yet, "I paused. "Your old man is too bored to knit. Why don't I chat with you? "
She stopped her work and looked at me quietly.
......
In the next few days, as soon as school was over, I climbed over the low wall and chatted with the old lady. She didn't talk at first, and I was the only one talking; After a few days, the old lady began to talk to me gradually. We talked from south to north and from dusk to evening. Later, she stood up from the cane chair and showed me pictures of her son and his childhood toys.
That evening, I went to see the old lady again. She is still sitting on a cane chair knitting, a little more serene than before, humming a tune.
I think something is wrong.
The wall was knocked down and the sun shone in.
I was stunned. Look at the wet and cold sludge. It has long been cleared away, leaving only a few small wild flowers bathed in the evening breeze.
She is very calm. It seems that it is not me who is standing here at the moment, but her son.
In the depths of my mind, there is a memory that I don't want to touch, only belonging to my grandmother who left me. In this memory, there is such a wall that stands in front of me and my grandmother at that time. ...
In the south, there is often a wall covered with oyster shells outside the old tile houses. Oyster shells are neatly arranged on the wall, which makes people feel the vicissitudes of history. Standing in front of the wall, they only feel that they will be forgotten by the world forever ... When I was a child, my mother often took me to my grandmother's house to play. Whenever I go to my grandmother's house, my grandmother who hurts me the most will hold my hand and take me everywhere, through mossy alleys and centuries-old stone bridges ... but every time I pass the oyster shell wall.
When my curious eyes first noticed this novel wall, I couldn't help thinking: Who built this wall with such strange things? How much does it cost to build this wall ... Grandma looked at this wall that she was used to, and said to me, "This was made by people eating the leftover oyster shells in ancient times. With this wall in summer, the room will be much cooler! " When I was young, I had an amazing idea: I want to build a wall like this! This idea led to the lingering scenes in my mind: my grandmother and I squatted in front of the wall, one counting oyster shells. "One, two, three, four ..." My grandmother and grandson have a tacit understanding. As soon as they reached the wall, they immediately squatted down to count the oyster shells. Sometimes, grandma will always accompany me to count, and even forget to cook dinner several times. At sunset, grandma and grandson squatted in front of the wall and counted oyster shells. I don't know if it's warm or funny. ...
When I grow up, I slowly stop counting oyster shells. In retrospect, I always feel how funny this is! But at that time, grandma would accompany me impatiently, counting one by one, but in the end we still couldn't seem to count a specific number. The wall that has been standing in the alley, oyster shells, condenses grandma's concern and love for me. I think I will never forget the scene of squatting in front of the wall. ...
Although grandma has left me forever, the oyster shell wall still stands in the alley I have walked through countless times. Maybe, when I miss my grandmother, I can squat in front of the wall and count oyster shells again. ...
Excellent composition wall 6 waving fingers, childhood has been silent. I am no longer an ignorant girl, but the "wall" in my heart is still unimpeded. When I tried to repair the "wall" in my heart, I couldn't stop it. Maybe not in the traditional sense. The witness of vicissitudes of life is no longer the maturity of one's mind. It is indeed a great comfort to me that I have not avoided the chaos of the changing world. (william shakespeare's Hamlet and Faith) Otherwise, I am also a member of the "wall" of the center of all beings. Many times, I dare not express myself and have no prejudice against certain things. The more I study, the more untenable that wall is. It's really hard for me to change, but people with this phenomenon can't be tolerated in this era. To surpass ourselves and make a difference in the future, we must cross this "wall". And let more people know who they really are. Actually, I can, too. In fact, everyone has the ability to cross this "wall", but many times they set their own obstacles. Everyone knows: "easier said than done." The only way to change is to try and practice by yourself. Even pediatric games should make a breakthrough in a little expectation. The four combinations in the world are all very good, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. On the other hand. Countless jumps cannot break the shell of the wall. Not only shook the fragile heart, but also shook the silent accident. (william shakespeare, Hamlet) Youth is not a sign of cowardice. Many times, it will be forced more. Maybe you want to do better or you can betray your imaginary cowardice. It's a passage that a kind heart can't jump over. Not the front, not the back. We should try to expand our thinking, but we can't criticize the thorns on the road from a new angle. We should slowly use the divergent history high school to determine the window of the soul. Transmutation is the situation of thinking. We should try our best to please the direct blood channel of "thinking and mind", make all the nerves in its "wall" softer, and make the repaired "wall" Ma Pingchuan. If one day the "wall" in my heart collapses or collapses quickly, I will smile. We can't keep something in our hearts, we must release it. Tomorrow is still sunny, and that "wall" will be driven away by the sun. To cross the "wall" in your heart, should you go up or stay put? The secular world has opened the tangled road of expectation and disappointment, and I want to face my other life realistically. What I want to do is challenge, challenge, challenge! Believe that anything is possible.
I am a wall, standing in the sun. The wind, the sun and the rain can't beat me.
Spring has come gently with small steps. Spring rain is attached to the softness of the wind, dancing around the earth with the wind, beating a wonderful movement. In the distance, the wicker grows green branches and greedily enjoys the rain and dew. Bow your head, there are some creepers at your feet, crawling quietly and sticking to my body quietly. Everywhere is full of joy and beauty of life. They are all growing up healthily on me, and I am very happy!
Summer came steadily and quickly. The clouds quickly condensed into a small ice crystal, and a thunder tore through the sky. I began to be vigilant and tightly blocked the life around me with an eternal attitude. The heavy rain in the clouds fell like broken beads. I was black and blue all over, but I gritted my teeth and persisted, because I firmly believed that the sun would come out! Finally, there was a gap in the clouds and the sun poured down. I stepped back a little. The sun shines on the Parthenocissus on the wall, and I am really happy to see Parthenocissus laughing.
The autumn wind is light and cool. It is said that "an autumn rain and a cold", I have realized that every rain can make the temperature drop rapidly, and I am vaguely worried-can Parthenocissus tricuspidata stand it? I'm worried.
Winter snow came quietly, covering me and ivy. Through the chill in my heart, I bowed my head anxiously and was surprised-what a tenacious life this is! Parthenocissus tricuspidata, carrying snow, lay beside me in droves. He didn't lose to the snow any more than I did to nature. I'm not worried anymore.
A person's life will experience many hardships and be moved by joy. Just like me, although ordinary, I am also experiencing everything with my heart. We can't just see the difficulties in life and ignore the wonderful and bright life itself.
Learn to enjoy the emotion and beauty brought by everything in the world and experience the happiness of life-this is my story!
I am a wall, a wall built under the tyranny of Qin Shihuang. Yes, I am the Great Wall of Wan Li, a long wall. I built it with the blood and sweat of CoCo Lee, and I had a soul the day I built it. Exercise I am a wall separating life and death. One day, a woman came to my feet, said to be the eldest daughter of the Chiang family, crying to me about life and death. What I saw at that time was that Meng Jiangnv was not a person, but a group of people. It turns out that my birth is based on other people's lives! In that case, why should I live in this world? I'm broken ... I'm the wall of sin! I don't know how long it took, but I was awakened again. I have a second life. I am like a nirvana phoenix, longing for rebirth. I understand my duty. This is a thousand conversations, defending my country, defending my country ... Huns attacked me, and I blocked them with my strong chest. They were angry and shot at me crazily.
It hurts! It hurts! But I will never compromise with them! I want to perform my duties. Looking at the depressed back of Xiongnu and his black and blue body, I smiled. I can finally make amends. I am a wall worthy of heaven and earth! Chariots swept across Liuhe, business travel went out of Yangguan in the west, and Genghis Khan's soldiers whistled and smelled the alcohol and proudly walked through this wall. I witnessed the ups and downs of dynasties and the joys and sorrows of emperors and princes. Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. I have some insights: everything in the world is born, and everything has its own responsibility when it comes to this world, but not all of them are vigorous. Like me, I am just an ordinary wall to defend the country, but I don't feel inferior, because I know that I am the only man-made trace on earth that can be seen in outer space. I am a magnificent wall! Now, I open my mind and welcome hundreds of millions of tourists from all directions. Among them are presidents, businessmen, teachers, students, happy actors and sports stars. The camera clicked, but the noise was drowned out by laughter. I saw a handsome foreign guest, who climbed to the top of the beacon tower, blew kisses to someone frequently, then raised his arms and made a V, as if he were laughing heartily towards a bright future. Today, I am a wall of the world! I am a wall, an ordinary and great wall. I am full of hope for the future. ...
Since this semester, every time I have math class, I can't help but be "upset" when I look at the wall behind the podium. Because it separates my favorite teacher Wang Weiwei from another class, because it makes me feel close at hand but out of reach, because it makes my once happy math class out of reach now. I wish there were no walls in front of me!
Miss Wang is beautiful, tall, with pigtails, glasses, curved eyebrows, big eyes and a smile on her mouth. Her serious eyes reveal love and relief, and the whole person looks dignified and delicate. Teacher Wang is amiable, humorous in class and lively in class. Although she is gentle at ordinary times, she is meticulous in her study. She cares about the whole class and never gives up on each of us. Under her guidance, I learned a lot. It's my pleasure to be her student!
Later, Mr. Wang, who always kept his word, broke his word. She promised to teach us to graduate from our primary school, but because of the transfer of the school, she will teach Class 5 (4) and Class 5 (6) of Grade 5. Hearing the news, I was particularly sad. My nose was sour and my eyes were wet, and I couldn't bear to part with her. Although "everything must come to an end", in my opinion, the banquet broke up a little quickly, in a hurry and by surprise. Now, whenever Mr. Wang passes by the door of our classroom to teach Class 5 (4), we always express our admiration. Many people will wave to the teacher and shout expectantly, "Miss Wang!" How much we wish she could give us the last lesson as before, but every time she just glanced at us, she went straight into the classroom next door, leaving us disappointed again and again. Therefore, I hate the existence of that wall, because it is like a galaxy separated by a cowherd and a weaver girl, which ruthlessly blocks our happy time.
I have thought for countless times: if there is no that wall, how wonderful it would be!