The mind is a flowering tree. Inspirations 1 the mind is a tree that never grows old, always looking for the original one in thousands of turns; The mind is a flowering tree, which always blooms thousands of times.
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Time flies, fleeting, quietly stole our original dreams. The years are seamless, and none of us can stop them. The initial dream, like the sunshine between your fingers, is warm and beautiful, but you can't catch it; Another example is the snowflake in the warm sun, which is white and elegant, but can't last forever; Like the water in the palm of your hand, it is warm and quiet, but you can't grasp it. Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel sad.
Once upon a time, we still squinted at innocent children, we were still smiling girls in Liu Xia, we were still casual kapok in the long spring breeze, we knew nothing about the world, we didn't like glitz, we didn't talk about joys and sorrows, we were just the original ourselves in the depths of fleeting time.
Once upon a time, we awakened our sleeping hearts, opened our hazy eyes and aroused our longing for the future. We have identified a dream and made unremitting efforts for it. We try our best to get close to it. However, we finally came to the era of our previous dreams, only to find that our original dreams had long since disappeared. It turns out that when you walk, you forget that the dream is fading; Watch, you lost, you can't find the way; Looking back, I found that my dream was gone and began to blame myself.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Perhaps, the mind is a tree that will never age. We always look for the original one in thousands of turns. Perhaps, the original one can't give up. We recall a hurried year, but we must speed up our progress. Under the polishing of time, we can only become stronger.
Tonight, my thoughts are flying. I recall my original dreams, but I can't help but recall those once. However, times have changed, and I understand that the first one is not necessarily the most true, but the one that suits me best is the most true. We are growing, we are changing, from nothing in the morning to doing something, from enthusiasm to change, we have experienced too many changes in people and things, witnessed too many vicissitudes, and gradually understood.
We should understand that the mind is also a flowering tree, which is constantly changing. What we want to pick is not necessarily the first and most gorgeous, not necessarily the largest and most charming. What we really need is the most authentic one that suits us. We should soak our tears, sprinkle blood and rain on the water, and cherish the truest tree. Bloom the truest self.
I understand that childhood dreams are our lifelong concerns, and childhood dreams are warm from the beginning. But the heart is a flowering tree, with 3,000 flowers. If you only take one flower, it will always bloom thousands of times. Therefore, we don't need to feel sorry for time, and we don't need to feel sorry for the Spring and Autumn Period. We just ignore the intersection of time and pursue the truest dreams and bloom ourselves in the fleeting seasons.
I know the years are quiet, laugh at the hurried year, look back and think about a hug tomorrow. The original dreams of those years are still beautiful in our hearts, and we just need to remember those beautiful things. Grasping the present and living in the present is the truth.
Remember the past, work hard now and the future will be better.
The mind is a tree that never ages, always looking for the original in thousands of turns; The mind is also a flowering tree, which always blooms thousands of times. Honey, have you ever felt the same way?
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In a hurry that year, flowers bloom and fall, which is the first beauty in our memory.
Leisure moment, ebb and flow, is the most real time in our life.
Go back to those original dreams.
The mind is a flowering tree. Really, the mind is a tree. From the moment you came to this world, from the moment you walked into the vast sea of people, from the moment you opened your ignorant eyes when you were a child, this tree has quietly sprouted and taken root, quietly grown green leaves and spread its branches, forming a shade that belongs only to you in your heart. Don't you believe it?
You may not know it, but before you know it, you have seen such flowers blooming around you countless times.
When you are in the dead of night, you suddenly hear a wonderful music playing for you. ...
When you meet a small house with an open door in the snow and ice, there is a burning fire in the room. ...
When you are wandering at the crossroads, someone smiles and walks over to give you good guidance. ...
When your body is trembling with cold and loneliness, a pair of warm hands gently extend to you …
When you find a pair of beautiful eyes staring at you silently with clear eyes. ...
I can't list all kinds of "when you"-when you are happy, when you are confused, when you are amazed at the grandeur and strangeness of the world, when you are deeply moved by the true feelings and warmth of the world. ...
When your soul and feelings are shocked and touched, no matter whether the shock and touch are as strong as lightning and thunder, or pass through your heart like a breeze. ...
At a time like this. That's when you see the flowers in your heart in full bloom. At such a time, the tree of your mind is quietly sprouting, growing leaves and extending its free branches into the vast space. No painter can paint such a scene with a brush, and every poet can express such a process with poetry, but the changes it causes are long and lasting, changing the history of life and enriching the color of life.
Can you believe it? Your heart will bloom again. Maybe it's a brilliant section, maybe it's just a lonely section; Maybe it is a unique flower, maybe it is a humble flower of knowledge ... The flower of your soul may bloom for a long time and often bloom invincible; Maybe it's just a flash in the pan, fleeting. ...
No one can predict when the flowers of the mind will bloom, let alone describe the wonderful scene when they bloom to you. But I can tell you that such flowers have been blooming. The moment when tourists give their confidence to the world is the moment when a hundred flowers blossom.
May your heart bloom quietly.
May our world become a world full of joy.
The mind is a flowering tree. I said that the human mind is a tree. Isn't that strange for your book?
Really, the mind is a tree. From the moment you came to this world, from the moment you walked into the vast sea of people, from the moment you opened your ignorant eyes when you were a child, this tree has quietly sprouted and taken root, quietly grown green leaves and spread its branches, forming a shade that belongs only to you in your heart.
You may not know it, but before you know it, you have seen such flowers blooming around you countless times.
When you are in the dead of night, you suddenly hear a wonderful music that reminds you.
When you meet a small room open to you in the ice and snow, physics is burning with fire.
When you are wandering at the crossroads, someone smiles and walks over to give you good guidance.
When your body is trembling with cold and loneliness, a pair of warm hands gently reach out to you.
When you find a pair of beautiful eyes staring at you silently with clear eyes.
I can't list all kinds of "when you"-when you are happy, when you are confused, when you are amazed at the grandeur and strangeness of the world, when you are deeply moved by the true feelings and warmth of the world.
When your soul and feelings are shocked and touched, whether it is as strong as lightning or thunder, it still passes by your heart like a breeze.
At such a moment, it is the moment when you see the flowers in your heart in full bloom. Instead of at this moment, your heart tree is quietly sprouting and growing leaves, thinking of a vast space to stretch its free branches. No painter can paint such a scene with a brush, and no poet can express such a process with poetry. This is a silent and invisible process, but the changes it causes are long and endless, changing the history of life and enriching the color of life.
Do you believe your heart will bloom once? Sure. Maybe it's a brilliant section, maybe it's just a lonely section; Maybe it is unique in the world, maybe it is just insignificant ... the flower of your heart may bloom for a long time and be invincible; Maybe it's just a flash in the pan, fleeting.
No one can predict when the flowers of the mind will bloom, let alone wake you up and paint a wonderful picture when they bloom. But I can tell you that such flowers have been blooming. The moment when someone gives love to the world is the moment when flowers bloom.
May your heart bloom quietly.
May our world become a world full of joy.
The mind is a flowering tree. Inspirational Article 4 Sunny, warm catkins, celebrate the spring breeze, make the mind a flowering tree, and sow good seeds in the world.
Not far from home is the market. Not far away, there is a pancake shop. The proprietress skillfully poured the batter and pushed it clockwise with the pusher, and the cake was pushed bigger and bigger. The store is not big, but the proprietress always has a heavy smile on her face. She looked up at us from time to time and continued to throw herself into greasy food. There may be no key words on her life ruler. She is just an ordinary craftsman who has worked hard all her life to create a better life.
I swallowed a hot pancake in my hand, but what I tasted was the precipitation of her years of hard work. She looked at the satisfied smiles of the diners, and her heart must be full of fragrant flowers, because it was a tribute to the hard life.
Not far from the pancake stall, an old man in his sixties stood in the corner of the pedestrian passage. Silver hair mixed with a few green hairs, black and yellow soil embedded in the fingers of big hands. It is not half as tall as me, but it comes to the city with two baskets of fruits and vegetables. For the livelihood of her family, she came to this market and sipped her fruits and vegetables every day. All kinds of passers-by will always stop in front of her, bargain with her, and finally leave with some fruits and vegetables. Every time, the old man will definitely go home with an empty basket. I know those passers-by don't necessarily need the fruits and vegetables in these baskets, but they all have a kind heart and are willing to help those in need. So, my mother and I also became frequent visitors in that corner. Seeing that the old woman can go home with an empty basket, there is always a warm current flowing slowly in my heart, which is my heart slowly blooming.
In fact, everyone's mind is a flowering tree. We need to cultivate it with kindness, water it with warmth and nourish it with love. One day, when the brilliance of human nature radiates, it will quietly bloom. When the flowers bloom, people's spiritual accomplishment and emotion have quietly improved.
The sun slowly pours down again and shines on a flowering tree.
The mind is a flowering tree. Every flower is a soul. Every heart is a seed of kindness. It takes root in your heart, feels warmth and love, and takes root.
Outside the window, it began to rain lightly. The sky is gray and full of fear. In the afternoon, the wind blew directly and it rained cats and dogs. The wind roared, and the heavy rain swept through and hit the ground, which made people afraid.
What are we doing? There is no umbrella! How to get home? Looking at the weather, I began to worry. My heart seems to be covered with dark clouds and painted with a gray background.
After school, I wandered in front of the teaching building with my schoolbag on my back. I feel scared when I watch my classmates rush home. What shall we do? Are you going home in the rain? I still want to take my chances.
"well! Why are you still here? " I look back, it's her! She smiled, her eyebrows spread out, and she had a kind smile on her face.
"er ... I didn't bring my umbrella."
"It doesn't matter! Let me take you home! " She replied brightly, and my hanging heart finally landed.
"Oh ... thank you." Unconsciously, she has opened the umbrella and pushed me in. Her umbrella is small enough, but there are two people under it. She moved the umbrella to me, and all the way behind her was wet, but she still smiled and said to me, "Didn't you get wet?"
The wind is still strong and the rain is still heavy. Although the wind keeps pouring into my neck, my heart is warm.
At the gate of the community, I said goodbye to her, but she still smiled and said, "See you tomorrow." I waved and ran upstairs.
When I opened the door and window, I saw her walking to the end of the intersection with an orange umbrella. The wind moved her trouser legs and she walked forward. Behind her, there is a golden light. She is like the sun that warms me in a storm. The body is warm and the heart is warm.
Somewhere in my heart seems to be deeply touched. I seem to feel that there is a little flower in my heart, that tree with roots. This is a small orange flower, how small and fragile it is on land. However, it bravely faced the blow of wind and rain. One day, it will become the most beautiful scenery in this land.
If one day, your heart can blossom. Please cherish no matter how small, because every flower has a soul; Every flower is warmth and love.
The mind is a flowering tree. The most common thing in winter is strong wind and heavy snow. Even on a sunny day, the sunshine is so weak, and on that day, I felt a strange warmth.
In our country, there is always such a harsh voice every time. There is always a middle-aged woman passing by in a small electric car. She is always in rags and wears the same clothes every season. The electric car is broken, and it squeaks when driving. She leads a very hard life. She is just a rag collector.
According to the neighbor's uncle, this woman collected junk here a long time ago and is an "old resident". Her charge is a little higher than others. There is a corner in our house, which is dedicated to putting broken cardboard and cartons. As long as a woman rummages through the yard, she will collect it, so my family has become her frequent visitor.
Her business is not good this year, and her clothes are very thin in winter. Every time I see her hands that are blue with cold, I always feel sad. One day after dinner, I was walking in the street wearing a cotton-padded coat. It snowed and the ground was immediately covered with a thin layer of ice. As soon as I saw it, I was going home. Standing at the gate of the yard, I saw a figure coming from a distance. It's her! I was surprised and looked at the corner. There is almost no cardboard. As soon as she got off the bus, she asked, "Do you have any cardboard at home?" "This ..." I looked at the corner again and said, "Wait a minute, I'll look in my room." Say that finish, I immediately rushed into the room.
I tossed and turned, not at all. I walked shyly to the door and shook my head at her in dismay. The expression of joy on her face disappeared. Maybe she wants to sell these cardboard to buy a dress. She silently looked back and turned away. I looked at her back like a knife, and I couldn't let it go for a long time, feeling a little ashamed. When I came to my senses, her back had disappeared at the door.
When I got home, I was very unhappy, so the next morning, I ran to her house-a shabby hut. I saw the door closed and looked through the window. The room was dark, no one was there, and the electric car at the door was gone. In the next few days, the door was closed and I didn't know that she had returned to her hometown until I asked. I am ashamed in my heart.
After the New Year, she came back again. As soon as I heard the creak of her electric car, I grabbed a handful of money and ran out to put it into her hand. She looked at me in surprise and shed tears for a while. The cold wind seems to have stopped, and there is no feeling of cold anymore.
The mind is a flowering tree.