Brilliant spring comes from the call of childhood. In the south, Gui Yan used an affectionate whisper to cut off the drizzle with her tail and perched on the old beam. Weeds are green, and peach blossoms and apricot blossoms bloom for the second time. I spent my childhood in a beautiful mountain village. I am naughty, naughty and crazy, and I am called "wild child" by adults. I like climbing trees with boys, "fighting" in the grass with a small wooden gun and playing hide-and-seek in the bushes. There are countless pranks. Every time I go home disgracefully, my mother always scolds me with anger and love. "Wild children" spent their childhood "lawless" in the beautiful mountain village.
Summer comes quietly in the sound of frog drums and cicadas. On that hot day, I bid farewell to the beautiful mountain village, the play under the bright moon among the trees, the era of "wild children" and returned to the city with my mother. Then, under the arrangement of my aunt, I walked into a strange and novel world with a small bag on my shoulder-I went to school. This is really a happy place. I like those stone-shaped pinyin letters, I like those complicated and interesting addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and I like those new partners. Yes, I like everything there, but I haven't forgotten to catch crickets under that red wall, and I haven't forgotten to go back to visit my grandparents and old friends with my parents on weekends. I just want to take some time to do my homework and review my lessons. But that's not boring. In the book, I saw the "sea", picked up the "shells" and learned many novel and interesting things.
Yellow leaves are falling, and the wind is cool on my body, and I feel that autumn is coming. Autumn is the harvest season. That autumn, I stepped into the gate of middle school. I work hard, study hard, and work hard, in order to fulfill my dreams and fulfill my parents' unfulfilled dreams! Life in middle school is very hard, and the boarding regulations in school are very strict, but I also enjoy it! When we were pleasantly surprised to find that the chef in the canteen gave us more lean meat when cooking, when it was finally our turn to sleep late in the morning shift and not go out to exercise, when we held a simple birthday party for our roommates and everyone sang and danced, when we came home at the weekend and hugged our mother tightly and refused to give up, we really realized the fun that students who didn't live in school could not. In this way, I spent the most beautiful flower season in a friendly collective life.
Winter came before you know it. Under the autumn wind of the Millennium, it is colder every night. That winter, I followed my father back to my hometown and went to Shenzhen! I have never been back to my hometown, and I have been excited for several nights. In Shenzhen, I saw the long-awaited sea. When I really faced the magnificent sea and let the damp breath come to my face, I suddenly realized soberly.
The profound meaning of "the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly". I am ashamed of my previous narrowness. I'm tired of constantly persuading and treating urchins with the same eyes. I am eager to stand on my own feet, to perceive life with my heart, and to fight the storm with my wings. I proudly entered the liberal arts class in senior three, and I want to dominate my own destiny!
Everything in the past is over, but yesterday can make me gain a lot. I lost my wooden gun, my cricket pot, my carefree childlike interest, but I will never lose my laughter and youthful enthusiasm, and I will always struggle tirelessly.
I will never forget what happened yesterday, but I believe my tomorrow will be better!
Yesterday is today's past, today's foundation and today's origin; Yesterday was the course of history, the experience of failure and the record of victory. Yesterday was the farewell of time and the freezing of space. Yesterday, as a symbol of eternity, everything became footprints, big or small, deep or shallow, straight or curved. Distant; Remember yesterday to grasp today, and also to grasp tomorrow.
Collected yesterday.
In fact, you already have the best life mentor, and that is yourself. This is not prevarication. Although the process of life will be greatly influenced by society and the times, the basic clues that run through it are always inseparable from one's own individual life. The integrity and coherence of individual life will constitute a great power, so that any little point in life points to the overall value. A person's sudden depression, despair, despair, often because of mental "short circuit." If at that time, he accidentally picked up a photo of his childhood, or a few pages of his diary written when he was a middle school student, stared carefully and read slowly, he would probably feel relaxed, frown and return to a calm and rational state. The strength comes from life itself, far greater than the persuasion of others.
Picking up a photo of myself when I was ten years old is not sighing that my youth is gone, but staring at those clear and innocent eyes for a long time. It reminds you that you once had such a strong light, such a big space and so many possibilities, and all this has not completely disappeared; It tells you that you used to be so clean and relaxed, and everything that bothers you today does not belong to you. At this time, you find that your early eyes gave you an instruction to look for it.
Go back to your treasure and put back what doesn't belong to you. Besides photos, there should be more signals connecting our lives. Because of this, I really hope that more people in the world will cherish every footprint of their own, be diligent in recording, be willing to revisit, dare to laugh at themselves, and be good at correcting, so that the whole life can be watered and nourished by each other. In fact, the genealogies of prominent families in ancient China are also updated from generation to generation, and they irrigate and nourish each other. You can see that the clear and orderly time process presented in the genealogy is so powerful that the previous generation is self-disciplined and the next generation is self-reliant. It is endless. Personal life is also a time process of mutual assistance. People are like family. Whether they have identity, credibility and responsibility depends on whether they can carefully preserve the complete evolution.
I used a youthful colored chalk to draw the memory of that time. Our days in the photo are so fragrant.
I remember when I bid farewell to the third year of high school, my friend once said, "Time and distance will wash away many friendships." I didn't believe this sentence at that time, but after I went to high school, I gradually lost contact and formed my own life circle. We talked and laughed with new friends and established feelings, but we drifted away from our former good friends. I don't want to be a familiar stranger, but I can't fix anything. We can only store yesterday's beauty or happiness in the box of memory and seal it well. Look back and see how many beautiful memories we have added.
When I first entered high school, I was lucky to be assigned to a solidarity class. We sang the school song and rehearsed English sketches together for more than 300 days. We shout loudly on the basketball court, we sweat profusely at the school sports meeting, and we help each other in class. This scene recurred in my mind. I still remember having a conflict with a girl in the same dormitory and finding her annoying. But now I figured it out. The pains and disputes of the past were left in yesterday, and it is easy to fade away under the erosion of time, often like clouds. What we need to remember is the days of sharing weal and woe together, which we cherish very much. Those are good memories.
The teacher of Grade One said, "When I get to Grade Two, I will still go to play with my classmates in Grade One." Yes, it's true. I learned to cherish in my first year of high school.
If one day you hear that someone is speaking the language he once said to his friends; When you step into the campus again one day, which corner will remind you of the fleeting time of memories. Maybe I will part ways in the future, be a boss or a worker, a blue-collar or a white-collar worker; Maybe I won't remember anyone's name in the future, but I will remember those happy days.
There is not much difference between Chinese and English in present tense, past tense and future tense. But both at home and abroad, it is a selective preference for time. In the clocks of present tense, past tense and future tense, we have a special complex about the past and the future.
We should collect yesterday, because time is gone forever, and the happiness in memory is fixed in yesterday. We look forward to the future, always dreaming whether the sun will be brighter tomorrow, and often deceiving ourselves. In the past and the future, the most casual thing we do is now. The past has passed and remains in memory; Future or future, it lives in fantasy. We have nothing but now.
Today is a bond, connecting yesterday and tomorrow. Only by grasping today can we consolidate yesterday's brilliant friendship and realize tomorrow's dream.
Yesterday is today's past, today's foundation and today's origin; Yesterday was the course of history, the experience of failure and the record of victory. Yesterday was the farewell of time and the freezing of space. Yesterday, as a symbol of eternity, everything became footprints, big or small, deep or shallow, straight or curved. Distant; Remember yesterday to grasp today, and also to grasp tomorrow.
Collected yesterday.
In fact, you already have the best life mentor, and that is yourself. This is not prevarication. Although the process of life will be greatly influenced by society and the times, the basic clues that run through it are always inseparable from one's own individual life. The integrity and coherence of individual life will constitute a great power, so that any little point in life points to the overall value. A person's sudden depression, despair, despair, often because of mental "short circuit." If at that time, he accidentally picked up a photo of his childhood, or a few pages of his diary written when he was a middle school student, stared carefully and read slowly, he would probably feel relaxed, frown and return to a calm and rational state. The strength comes from life itself, far greater than the persuasion of others.
Picking up a photo of myself when I was ten years old is not sighing that my youth is gone, but staring at those clear and innocent eyes for a long time. It reminds you that you once had such a strong light, such a big space and so many possibilities, and all this has not completely disappeared; It tells you that you used to be so clean and relaxed, and everything that bothers you today does not belong to you. At this time, you find that your eyes gave instructions in your early years, asking you to find your treasure and put back what does not belong to you. Besides photos, there should be more signals connecting our lives. Because of this, I really hope that more people in the world will cherish every footprint of their own, be diligent in recording, be willing to revisit, dare to laugh at themselves, and be good at correcting, so that the whole life can be watered and nourished by each other. In fact, the genealogies of prominent families in ancient China are also updated from generation to generation, and they irrigate and nourish each other. You can see that the clear and orderly time process presented in the genealogy is so powerful that the previous generation is self-disciplined and the next generation is self-reliant. It is endless. Personal life is also a time process of mutual assistance. People are like family. Whether they have identity, credibility and responsibility depends on whether they can carefully preserve the complete evolution.
They are all model essays for reference.