I went home by bus that day, and the bus arrived at a station. An old man got on the bus. He walked trembling from the front door to the back door, but no one gave up his seat. I was a little angry, but unfortunately I didn't sit in the seat, otherwise I would have let the old man sit down.
"Grandma, sit down." Then a little girl stood up and offered her seat to her grandmother. All eyes looked at the little girl in unison, showing approval and praise.
"The child has a good heart."
"Yes, he must be a useful talent when he grows up." The passengers are talking about it.
The old man didn't even look at the little girl, let alone say thank you. I can see that the little girl is unhappy, too. "Grandma, please get up. I left something on my seat. " The old man stood up reluctantly, and the little girl immediately sat back in her seat and couldn't get up. "You child, what's the matter ... how can you do this? Obviously, you gave me your seat, and now you're sitting back. It's really too much. " The old man asked in a trembling voice. "I give you my seat, but you don't even look at me. I won't give my seat to someone like you. " "You ..." They quarreled.
"Is this little girl making a mountain out of a molehill?"
"No, the little girl is right. The old man is so disrespectful. Don't say that the old man doesn't thank her, that is, he doesn't even have money for the little girl. " The passengers whispered again.
I wonder whether this is the fault of the little girl or the old man, or the fault of the passengers who didn't give up their seats. I put this question in my bag.
Carrying my bags, I use this doubt to think about life.
Pack my luggage. Life is like a trip, and we are travelers. What we have to do is to keep going, so that we can keep growing. During the trip, we learned everything about the world.
I started traveling as soon as I was born. I have luggage, although there is nothing in it. As the years passed, I became more and more curious about the world in my luggage, and I began to feel the world with my heart. Soon there was more innocence and joy in my schoolbag, and I began to go to school.
I keep walking, my bag is getting heavier every day, but I'm also happy about it, because I know more about the world. In this way, my schoolbag is getting heavier and heavier, and I am growing up. Until one day, I took my luggage, full of teachers' affection, parents' hope and friends' care, and started a brand-new trip.
I started my junior high school life. I have gained a lot and lost a lot. There have been laughter and setbacks; There are failures and successes. Late at night, I walked in the endless darkness, without a sound.
Suddenly, a cicada broke through the night sky? . At home, the wind is still whistling outside, but I am thinking, thinking quietly, as if waiting until the end of time. Suddenly, there was another cicada singing, and I just came to my senses. Busy again. The exam is over and the results are not good. Although this happens from time to time, I always feel sad. It's late autumn, too. It's cold, and the flowers and plants are withered. Although I hate this desolate autumn, I can't stop it. What should come will always come. Looking back on this life for more than a year, it is full of ups and downs. Whenever I go home, I am always lonely. It was not until this summer that cicadas sang that I got a little comfort and satisfaction in my heart. Every night, I will be immersed in this cicada. Summer has passed, and this cold autumn has made me a little frustrated. The exam has hit me again. I am in pain. Until a figure appeared in my mind, the cicada rang again. It was a scene of cicada fighting with the cold wind. Yes, cicadas are struggling in the cold wind. Although doomed to extinction, I still won't give up, which shocked me too much. What exactly is my difficulty? I shouldn't give up. I should never give up. I came up with this idea?
Even today, cicadas are absolutely silent, but there is one more thing in my bag, and that is the spirit of cicadas.
Pick up my luggage, write down three roads, right under my feet, and walk out with my tough feet. As Mr. Lu Xun said: "In fact, there is no road in the world. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. " The long road of life will inevitably encounter bumps and setbacks, so we must pack our bags and be strong!
A few days before graduation, I was busy writing a classmate record to my friends. There was a deep sadness and helplessness in the faint handwriting. I remember I wrote on a friend's message: Life is still long. You should learn to be strong and brave, don't cry like a child, because you have grown up.
The sun has risen from the horizon, and it is another sunny day. What a pleasant thing to walk out of the classroom, close your eyes and breathe fresh air!
Since yesterday's day can't stay, why stay in my heart!
Since ancient times, it has been said that all things must come to an end, my friend, put away your tears, please don't cry for today's departure!
Please believe that although we are not in the same school, we can meet in the same place tomorrow. Only when there is gathering can there be dispersion, and only when there is dispersion can we appreciate the happiness of reunion.
I still remember that hazy time, we walked together and laughed together. Today, when you walked slowly through my sight, did you know that your tears were in my eyes? When meeting becomes farewell, farewell becomes distant yearning, tears and smiles are not forever!
Facing you, I just looked sideways at the roadside blankly, and my inner blessing need not be mentioned at this time, because you will never miss me.
Friends, learn to spend every fresh morning and wheat dusk happily, and learn to sing the lyrics "I will cherish myself more in the days without you"!
Don't let the complexity of the world disturb your peace, know that happiness is more important than anything else.
In the days to come, we will encounter steep mountains and rough seas, but life is like a flood, and it is difficult to stir up beautiful waves without encountering islands and reefs.
Throw away those unnecessary sorrows!
Life is always hurt and keeps recovering. Only through these bumpy and changeable years can we truly live up to our youth.
I sincerely hope that you can find the right direction on the road of life and carry a strong bag!
Carrying my bag is easy, but it takes courage to encourage yourself to face the chase in the future.
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I followed the crowd in the street, turned from both sides of the road to the alley, on an abandoned factory wall, went around to the square to watch the TV wall in downtown singing and singing the dawn of my bag.
a sweet dream
You are the dawn in my bag, waiting and fading away.
Sweet dreams disappeared in the window of the castle yesterday; Sweet dream, experiencing happiness and sadness today; Sweet dreams, after tomorrow, will have his shoulders. Sweet dream, I hold you in my hand and sit on the bench in the park, recalling the first time we met.
Pack my bags and walk in the sun with my dreams.
only
You are my bag, and all my past air and wishes have been abandoned.
The only thing is that my clear sky holds your hand until the end; The only thing is that your invisible smile changed your heart, and too many promises slipped through your fingers; The only thing is that I lack oxygen and want to face escape.
Pack my bags and cherish the only boundary beyond love.
happy
You are my bargaining chip. Sorry, I can't give you the answer you want.
Happiness is a loving family sitting at the dinner table every day; Happiness is a thought full of joy and warmth; Happiness is a regret in life, and I feel lonely inside. After being brave, you will occasionally cry red eyes, and you will certainly understand that tears are another perfect bag in someone's heart.
Take up my bags and fly in my sky with the thread of happiness.
I carried an empty bag and embarked on the road of life. I stopped while walking. Draw new lessons from various experiences. In this way, I stopped walking. Suddenly one day, suddenly looking back, I found that the original empty bag was already heavy, and there was a golden rule on how to face the world. On the way forward, with it, I feel that my life is very fulfilling.
I carry my bags, walk on the fragrant truth of life, and shed a smile all the way …
Carrying my bags on my back. On the road of growing up, our bags are urged by our parents, taught by our teachers, cared by our friends, and have the courage, optimism and strength accumulated along the way …
A person's growth needs too many people's help, and the years of growth can't resist the difficult pace. I know that when I grow up, I must bravely pack my bags and travel alone.
There are too many stories of joys and sorrows in people's time, and there are too many plots of dog blood. I don't want to think about it or see it. Walking alone on the road, listening to the beauty of nature, put all this in my bag.
I can't fly far without a pair of dream wings; I don't have a pair of keen eyes and can't observe subtle things; I have no glib mouth, and I can't talk about the vicissitudes of the world. I have no confidence to fill my bag, but I have confidence to hear the best story. Fly your dreams, pack your bags and set off for a distant place.
Although the journey is hard, I can hear and see the truest picture. I think. I want to do everything. No, I want to do it. I want to go further and seek something more beautiful. Tears make me grow, and injuries make me strong. My bag is getting heavier and heavier, but I don't want to throw it away. I think it is the best companion in my life and I need it.
I grew stronger, and my knowledge, my manners and my manners were all packed in my luggage. I have grown up and experienced many things. My luggage is half full, and I have to complete the important mission in my life alone.
I don't want to be a person who only stays in a cabin. I want to be a god who looks to the future and looks to the future. It's very slim. I know that if I don't try to spend anything now, I have no capital to show off. But now I know nothing, and I don't know who to listen to next. I want to pack my bags, keep exploring and find what I want.
Carrying my bags, harvesting knowledge, harvesting happiness and harvesting hardships.
Pick up my luggage. The faster you grow up, the more schoolbags you have, and the heavier your schoolbags are, which means you know more.
"In the blue sky, white clouds and beautiful songs linger in my ears, and the green grass can't see a trace of sadness. Everything is a symbol of beauty. " I'm awake. What appeared before my eyes was not a beautiful scene, but darkness. Everything was broken together, and tears of disappointment flowed through my delicate cheeks.
After I calmed down, my eyes focused on the bag my mother gave me and I had an impulse to open it. Naturally, I gently opened the bag that I hadn't touched for years. Very familiar. A big bag is triangular, and the pink surface looks warm. There are some small pieces of paper in the chain. I gradually remembered that when my mother gave it to me, she told me it was a secret, so I never read the secret on the note. I have forgotten how long it has been, and now a small action will arouse my mother's love for me, my love for my mother.
I saw it at first sight: I am very happy to be Hanhan's mother. As simple as water, I was moved by my mother's actions. In a simple bag, you give endless love. I found myself selfish and unreasonable in an instant, and blaming myself was just a temporary love story. But I will always remember to hide my mother in my heart.
People are forgetful, and the reason why I am sure that I will really be grateful is because at that time, I have deeply branded the mark of love in my heart. People are selfish. In the starry sky, who doesn't want to take the stars for himself?
After many twists and turns, I found it in my bag again, so memories seemed to come to my mind.
Wake up, moved tears have washed away the confusion and invisible bags under your eyes. Where are you? Have you already carried my future? From my dream, I had the feeling of meeting again after a long separation. Like joy, I found love that I couldn't feel around.
My bag, I found you, I found your figure.