Nature is the cradle of miracles. In the warm sunshine, the mysterious seeds sleeping in soft soil gradually wake up. This is a magic and an ancient fairy tale.
I don't know when I was lying in the dark, and I don't know when I vaguely felt an impulse stirring inside me, so I stretched myself in the dark and twisted my waist a little. I suddenly felt very heavy, at a loss and uncomfortable. I tried to wake up other brothers and sisters, but they were still sleeping. ...
No, I can't sleep anymore. I can't stay in the dark and wet soil any longer. I must see the light! So I tried my best to hold the soil on my head, and the soil on my head began to loosen. But there was a small stone in my way, and I took another hard breath, but the small stone didn't move at all. I encourage myself: I can't lose. If I fail, I will never see the sun, and I will only rot in this soil. I don't want to, I don't want to see this warm sunshine and beautiful world, so I died because I gave up.
I am full of energy again and stick to it with my mind. Finally, I saw the light. So the world is so beautiful!
I looked at everything around me happily. Although I don't know what kind of seed I am or what I will become in the future, I will try my best to grow and contribute. At this moment, an excited voice sounded above my head: "Look, there are new buds. It's surprisingly thin. " I looked up and saw a little girl looking at me with worried eyes. So I looked at the edge of the flowerpot and looked in the mirror (which is actually a big drop of dew). The tender yellow buds hang down, and the color is so fresh and attractive, which is in sharp contrast with the black soil. After a while, I began to straighten my back and spread out my thin arms. Because I was afraid that the leaflets would be rolled up for too long, I simply opened the two small peach-shaped leaves and shook them gently to exercise my bones and muscles.
A few days have passed, and I am absorbing oxygen and nutrition all the time, trying to grow up and make myself stronger every day. One day, I saw a new life sprouting at my feet. At this time, I have a slender body, a green umbrella cover, a solid foundation and a few days of life experience. I bent down gently to encourage another miracle under my feet and tell it the meaning of our life.
The wind bent my body, but I never thought of giving up, because something called "responsibility" is spreading in my body, and I continue to work hard to grow, with my responsibility and my hope. I understand that nature is my birth mother and nurtures the cradle of my growth. Therefore, "A drop of water is rewarded by a spring", and I will use my life to repay nature and contribute to mankind until the moment I die.
I, from a seed to a small sapling, from a seedling to this appearance, I will definitely try my best to contribute to the whole society!
I have an extraordinary love and persistence for beauty since I was a child. Therefore, my friend has always been the most beautiful girl in the class. But my aesthetic standards have been changing: that friend in kindergarten has Snow White's "lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow, black as charcoal", and she also has the characteristics that princesses and peas can never be hurt; My friend in primary school is a gymnast. She often takes one-handed handstand or continuous somersault as her reserved program at class parties. What I admire most is her graceful waist and slender legs. My friend in junior high school is another kind of unrestrained and free-spirited beauty. Although she wore dazzling braces and cut short boyish hair at that time, I think her' beauty' is so extraordinary-confident, fearless, chic and pure.
When I was a beautiful collector, beautiful seeds quietly took root in my heart. Later, I got my first camera. Since then, I have worked tirelessly as a beauty recorder. From the original fool machine, to the later card machine, and now to the digital SLR, the picture quality and effect have changed a lot, but I always insist on recording those beautiful moments only in black and white. I once took a picture. On both sides of the picture are tall trees pointing to the sky. In the middle are short shrubs, shady lawns and a few small figures in the distance. In the air, a bird is crossing the blue sky and white clouds. I think this is the most exquisite embodiment of the beauty of nature: combining rigidity with softness; Humans are very small, just like birds, they are just embellishments of nature. The most collected photos in my computer are the clouds I took in different places, different seasons and different times-the only image that won't lose its changeable ability because of the single color of the picture, the simplest but most complicated, the most real but nihilistic, the most tenacious but the most lingering, the latest and farthest object in the world. It has the beauty of holiness, innocence and simplicity, as well as floweriness and fantasy. Photos are like nutrients applied to the soil, giving birth to beautiful seeds in my heart.
One day, on my homepage where I posted photos, someone commented that I was beautiful. I asked him, with that inch square head? He replied, that's not important. What's important is that I see your innocence and nature in your photos, and there is no lack of wisdom and connotation, which is enough. I believe that this stranger's praise for me does not contain any utility. This proves that I finally became the owner of beauty in the process of seeking beauty, and I heard the sound of seeds pounding in my heart.
However, I know that the road of life is still very long. Only by always keeping a pure heart and awe of beauty can this flower end up with full and round fruit. This day, can it be far behind?
When the child was still in the womb, she didn't have the kind of "strange happiness as a mother" written in the book, but she was a little confused. She has just adapted to the role of wife, and now she is going to be a mother. She was at a loss.
The pain came, and she was a little annoyed and resentful. The gift the child gave her was a thousand turns of torture, and she was in pain. In the gap of pain, worry comes at the right time: is the child okay? Why didn't you come out for so long? Soon she was too tired to sleep. When she woke up again, it seemed something different.
Her once full belly collapsed and a crumpled baby was sleeping beside her. She felt something was missing from her stomach, and her heart was a little empty. But when she gently picked up the little life, her heart was suddenly filled with a strange thing. Quietly, a seed named happiness was planted in a mother's heart.
The habit she developed as a child changed because of him: a big bed was occupied by a child, and she bent down to protect him. When she woke up, her posture didn't change at all, but she was sore all over. And these countless painful experiences have sprouted the seeds in her heart.
She has heard experienced people say: If you want to live in the dark for a few years, then have a baby! She didn't believe it before, but now she has to believe it. I'm exhausted after work during the day. I want to have a rest at night, but I will be disturbed by my children. I will cry when I am hungry, cry when I am full, cry when I am hot, cry when I am cold, cry when I wet the bed, and cry when I feel uncomfortable ... She is always uneasy. So I got into the habit of watching the children for half an hour. The bud in her heart grew under the watering of the child's tears.
Gradually, the little guy had many firsts. I will call "Mom" for the first time, I will climb, walk and run for the first time, I will write for the first time, I will count for the first time, I will go to school for the first time … How many firsts are there in life! And many of the children's firsts are mixed with her hard work and tears. She carefully collected these countless firsts with pictures, CDs and words. The happy bud in her heart is thriving.
She is getting old. Her youth is poured into this seed little by little; His children are getting younger and more energetic day by day. He has his own friends, his own thoughts, his own future, his own life ... She stood behind the child and looked at his tall figure, and the seeds in her heart matured.
True happiness is never superficial. This will not happen overnight. It is a pearl, slowly settling in the ocean of life and being treasured by people. Happiness in the world is different, only the happiness of mother is similar: deep and wide. In this world, perhaps only the ocean can compare with it.
If you want to be happy, please plant seeds, cultivate them carefully and wait for them to grow. Then, your years will become a string of morning glory decorated with red horns.
Everyone's heart is a garden Some people's gardens are full of flowers, while others are overgrown with weeds. A poet who has been to many people's gardens said, "The flowers in the garden actually come from a small seed, and its name is poetry."
As the western proverb says, "the lake is the eye of the earth." However, not everyone can read those eyes, but Thoreau did. He came to the desolate Walden Lake alone and started a great dialogue between man and nature.
Maybe you will ask Thoreau why he chose to stay away from the noise of the city. Why is his life so close to nature? The answer is just as the poet said: Thoreau planted a seed named Poetry for his heart garden, watered it with the clear and pure water of Walden Lake, and quietly waited for this poetic seed to sprout, blossom and flourish in a certain corner of his life. So in the flow of time, Thoreau realized the flow of life, and his life sublimated into a poem produced by the voices of man and nature, and he himself became a mentor and friend of the human spirit. All this is because Thoreau planted a seed called poetry for his life, and he gained a wise life.
Looking back at the noisy city and living in a reinforced concrete house, we are too far from Walden Lake. However, this does not mean that we can only watch Walden Lake from a distance. We can also become a meaningful life, as long as we are willing to plant a seed called poetry for life.
Wen Li once wrote a poem called "Looking at the Starry Sky", which expressed a romantic feeling. In fact, it is telling people to plant a seed called poetry for their own lives. But in reality, China has an atmosphere of striving for material things. Many people don't care about the flowers and plants around them, and they can't appreciate the feelings in the moonlight, let alone plant poetic seeds. The appearance of the poor and busy people is the result of the lack of poetry in people's hearts. People without poetry only believe in "as you sow, so you reap" and "how bold people are and how productive the land is". Imagine this spiritual garden, which can be overgrown with weeds or fruitful, but after all, there is no small flower called a poem.
So, my friend. When you are exhausted, don't forget to think about how Tao Qian indulged in rural scenery and got rid of the life of servants with a sigh; When you indulge in booze, don't forget Su Shi's comfort of drinking the bright moon alone.
My friend, when you rush through the road of life, please don't forget Heidegger's words: "Man, full of efforts, still lives poetically on the earth." Please plant poetic seeds for your life, and you will reap a wise and valuable life.