On the wandering road, I will leave a thoughtful footprint. On the road to success, I will leave a happy footprint. Only by continuous exploration and pursuit, the road will never end, leaving deep footprints behind. The previous convenience was a successful sunrise. I don't have to hesitate to look around, I just have to push forward, and this deep footprint will accompany me all the way.
Growth is a long process, and on this road, we must leave this deep footprint, so that we can move from childish to mature and bold, from timid to brave and strong.
It's been several days in beginning of winter, and it's getting colder and colder. Since childhood, I can only wear a fat cotton-padded jacket and watch my friends have a snowball fight happily. I am like a child who has never been kissed by an angel, and I seem to be out of place in any scene. I can only cry silently, silently wipe away the tears like beads under the line, and look at the toys that I am tired of playing. Can I only stay in this house forever?
The next day, I heard that the plum blossoms on the mountain were blooming and beautiful. However, this mountain is so high and cold that only a determined person can climb it and see its beautiful face. After some ideological struggle, I made up my mind to climb the mountain to see plum blossoms and prove myself. ...
Carrying his family behind his back, he hurried up the mountain without anything. At first, I felt nothing. It's great to see plums in this snow. I climbed the mountain step by step with dignity, but when I got there, the weather suddenly changed and the snow suddenly drifted. The temperature dropped sharply and my nose ran. I looked up and saw an endless mountain road. I can't help but want to back down. "Go ahead, this flower comes every year, don't worry." Then I embarked on this road of success that belongs to me.
It was snowing heavily. I saw a thin figure walking alone in the snow, but he didn't flinch. He wiped the snowflakes off his head and left rows of firm footprints behind him. He told himself firmly that he would not back down if he failed! You must see your success. ...
I don't know how long I've been gone, but my eyes lit up and a little reddish came to my eyes. The plum blossoms in front are more lively against the white snow. Clusters, clusters, close to each other, they are not high, but full of vitality and vigor. Some small snowflakes jump, kiss and fly on the flowers. The flower is not big, but it can bloom so brilliantly, without a trace of retreat and fatigue. The smell was so strong that a boy looked at them in the snow with fascination. The deep footprints on that snowy road have already been printed.
Only I know that every deep footprint is hope and strength. At that moment, I felt like I had grown up!
After many years, I got rid of my weakness and grew up healthily. If my life is a picture, then these deep footprints are the finishing touch!
The first thing is composition 2 with a hand of hope.
It's a sunny afternoon. The warm sunshine gently caresses everything in this world. The new leaves sparkle green in the sun. Everything seems to be full of hope, love and warmth.
She looks about twenty-seven or eight years old, very beautiful, but without makeup, her skin is very white, her bent hair is naturally tied up, she is wearing a blue floral coat and a light yellow coat, and her white trousers are embroidered with butterfly patterns. She sat in a chair, reclining in the sun. Her hands are very soft, gently stroking her bulging abdomen, with a faint smile on her face. I wonder if she is looking forward to the birth of this child? There is hope in her eyes, which is the hope for the child! Sometimes, she will put her hand on her stomach, as if feeling the baby's heartbeat in her stomach. I don't know if her child feels the temperature passed to him by his mother's hands ―― the warmth from maternal love?
With a hand of joy
It's the spring of 20xx, and the breeze gently blows over the riverbank, shaking the willows and rippling the river. On the river dam, there are many children playing, and the immature laughter is like bright spring.
A mother is helping her child learn to walk. That is a lovely child with big and bright eyes, which is very pleasing. She kept walking, but she couldn't walk steadily. Her mother pulled her to limit her speed, but she still didn't seem to understand. She kept walking forward, waving chubby little hands, as if protesting to her mother. But my mother's hand didn't relax at all, and she still held her clothes to prevent her from falling ... until she could walk out of the road about 1 m, my mother followed her quickly and steadily, then picked her up, gently stroked her little face with her hand and gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead. What kind of emotions does the mother's hand bear at this time? I think it should be joy and pity.
Son, do you feel the warmth of your mother's hand?
With warm hands
It is late at night.
After finishing my homework, I quickly went to bed, hoping to drive away the cold with a thick quilt. Suddenly, a pair of warm hands hugged my feet. It's my mother-in-law. She gently supports my cold feet with warm palms and tries to convey warmth to me with her hands. My mother-in-law's rough hands are caused by years of hard work. She was afraid that her hand would hurt me, so she caressed my feet very gently.
I buried my head deeply in the pillow and recalled the days when my mother-in-law took me. Suddenly, I felt all the warmth and love my mother-in-law gave me ... As soon as my nose was sour, tears fell from my eyes and into my pillow, leaving only traces of slipping on my face.
I think I will never forget the warmth my mother-in-law gave me this night. It was my mother-in-law, who knocked on my closed heart with her warm hand. ...
On the quiet path of my grandfather's house, there is a kind of flower. Now is the time for all loves, where everything is revived and pleasing to the eye. It is also growing quietly, and its spring is equally beautiful. Its name is spoon flower.
Perhaps it is because its leaves are thick and shaped like a small spoon, so people call it spoon flower! I don't know its name.
The stem of the spoon flower is thick and looks strong, like a "nutrient infusion tube", which continuously transports nutrients and stands firmly on barren or fertile land. The abrupt stem exudes the breath of youth, like a growth diary of a spoonful of flowers, recording its hard growth process. There are often three or four small ones attached to the stem, no matter whether the stem is thick or thin, it will always be there. I think this may be a "savings bank" specially established by Shao Hua for water and nutrition! Perhaps this is also the "secret" of spoon flower's particularly strong vitality!
The most distinctive features are the leaves and flowers of Spoonberry. Not all leaves, but all flowers. It doesn't seem accurate. Why? Because it surrounds its elegant flowers, precisely speaking, leaves are petals, which have both the beauty of flowers and the elegance and freshness of leaves. People can't help but admire: this is really a strange plant!
The flower heart of the spoon flower is actually the smallest leaf, like a red diamond, with a deep red color on the tender blue leaf. Outside a circle of slightly larger leaves, the emerald leaves are covered with a reddish glow. The light green leaves on the third floor show a slight blush, like our teenagers' red faces when they are struggling on the basketball court. The leaves on the fourth floor are crimson, and the innocence of childhood has completely faded, leaving only a few small red spots, such as the epitome of childhood. The leaves on the fifth floor are bright green, green like your eyes, and the whole body exudes a mature atmosphere. If the first layer of leaves is like a baby, the second layer is like a baby, the third layer is like a teenager, the fourth layer is like a youth, and the fifth layer is like a middle-aged, and they all shine with the light of youth all the time, then the last layer and the sixth layer are like old age. The leaves on the sixth floor have lost their former wetness, vitality and beauty, and gradually withered, showing some calmness and urgency on the yellowed leaves. Fallen leaves come back to their roots, they are about to fall, they fall. But it will fall on the deep soil, rot in the soil, become nutrients, spare no effort to nourish the next generation, pass on the baton of life, pass it on to the roots, pass it on to the next leaf, and pass it on to the next abundance. At this time, the sixth layer of leaves hung with water drops has something of ordinary greatness. ...
Spoon flower is extremely vital. With a drop of water, it can take root, with a ray of sunshine, it can sprout, and it will bloom like a lotus lamp. Flowers set each other off, leaves seem to contrast, and flowers are connected.
My friend, I want to tell you that in the colorful spring, the spring with spoon flowers is equally beautiful!
Everything in nature has its own way of existence, and all creatures in nature have their own way of life and rules of life. Not only the animal kingdom is so strange, but also the plant kingdom, such as cactus with needle leaves born in arid areas, hibiscus peanuts with pudgy leaves in water and so on. The world is so colorful that it is not surprising that silkworms change eggs, insects, pupae and moths all their lives.
When I was young, I was afraid of bugs, earthworms, dragonflies and beetles. Of course, I am most afraid of bean worms and silkworm larvae. Can Chong stared at two small eyes as big as rapeseed and wriggled around the scary, soft and fat body of a man, which often scared me away. When it found that I was afraid of her, it climbed past me with its head held high. So I've always hated it.
After entering junior high school, my attitude has changed.
My sister and I raised silkworms once in the first grade.
With the rustling of mulberry leaves, silkworm worms grew up quietly. After eating mulberry leaves for dozens of days, their faces are always full of satisfaction, and their small eyes look so deep, as if they are examining and thinking about their philosophical life.
The silkworm's body gradually becomes transparent, and it is going up the mountain. Everyone is waiting for the moment when the silkworm "binds itself", imagining that the silkworm is spinning with its eyes closed and its head shaking. But that day, my sister and I worked hard, and even at eleven o'clock at night, the silkworms didn't spin silk. When we went to see it after a night's sleep, we couldn't help but be dumbfounded: the silkworm had disappeared, and several white and yellow cocoons were hung on the haystack in the corner. We know that there is a life in every cocoon. So we wait, waiting for the life that comes out of the cocoon.
Finally, the little thing bit the cocoon, but it was not a moth, but a huge fly. It turned out that the cunning fly laid eggs when it cocoon. After the fly eggs hatch, the silkworm chrysalis is turned into a tonic for strengthening the body and bones, and eaten.
My sister and I were in tears.
My heartstrings were touched, and I felt the hidden dangers in the life of silkworms. I realized the hardships of silkworm life. I can't help but salute it.
I am well aware of the hardships of farmers' lives. Later, I watched Spring Silkworm, one of the trilogy of contradictory countryside, and learned that the little silkworm worm is actually the pillar of poor silkworm farmers' lives, and I respect him more.
After studying Li Shangyin's works, I have a deeper understanding of Li Shangyin's sentence "Spring silkworms will weave until they die", which has washed away my previous narrow view on silkworms. Yes, why is one leaf blind?
Our playground is spacious and a happy paradise for sports lovers.
As soon as I entered the school gate, I saw a spacious playground. There are tall and straight banyan trees around the playground. They hold their heads high, like mighty generals, waiting for the order to go out and protect the campus. There are two basketball courts and four parallel bars on the playground. There is a small flower bed in the middle of the playground. There is a beautiful notice in the middle of the flower bed. It is covered with leaves one by one, and people are scrambling to watch it. The leaves stand on the branches like clouds. Lv Yun and Xue Mei look like a noble princess. The stone head next to them is the guardian to protect the princess, and the flowers and plants next to the guardian are covered with trees. These little creatures must want people to enjoy themselves! Unfortunately, they were too weak, so they hid under the tree silently. On the left side of the flower bed, there are four exquisite mango trees standing upright. Every summer, they produce big yellow mangoes, like grenades.
Every morning, the playground is so quiet. Take a deep breath. It feels very fresh, really refreshing. Walking into the campus playground, the smell of wet soil keeps coming to the nose, and the small flowers on the flower beds are covered with crystal dew, like shining gems. After a while, the bird sang a song to welcome the morning. Suddenly, some students are cleaning the playground and some are reading the text. A gust of wind blew, and the grass nodded frequently, as if immersed in the sound of reading. The little tree bent down as if doing exercise, leaving the students to exercise and read loudly on the playground. ...
As soon as the bell rang, the students went to play in the playground again. Some people are jumping rubber bands, some are running, some are climbing poles, and some are playing basketball. You see, some of those students climbed up the parallel bars to read books, some turned over the horizontal bars, and some were competing, with their feet tightly clamped on the parallel bars, jumping over the parallel bars and competing. In a short time, the bell rang, the students returned to the classroom, and the sound of reading rang again. ...
I went to physical education class and the teacher ran a race. At the command, the students rushed out like a gust of wind, and there was a cheer in their ears. In a short time, they finished the whole race. It's our class's turn to play. Although the little fat man ran slowly, he still finished the whole course ... after the game, it was time for free activities. Basketball fans have all played basketball. A three-pointer, another three-pointer. ...
Ah! The playground is full of vitality, and laughter fills the whole campus. This is one of the most beautiful scenery in this city.
In winter, snowflakes fall one by one, covering the colorful land, making everything pure white, monotonous but not boring, with an unusual beauty. But there is always a touch of green in this white, not the light green of grass, but the loose light green. Even if the snow is so heavy and urgent, it will always show its own color. Unlike other plants, it doesn't have to wait for spring, and it is evergreen all year round.
In fact, in autumn, only a few plants stand proudly in the wind. Of course, when they become loose inside, most other plants will wither. Trees are the most exaggerated and crazy. Their leaves fall, just like a woman who is too sad to stop crying. The leaves were all over the street, and she stepped on them, making a rustling sound, just like a fracture. Flowers? This is different. The petals are gone, leaving only a bare stem, struggling, very funny. But loose is different. It is still so proud and straight, just like a hermit who doesn't dye the world. No, not a hermit. He was a soldier. It does not live in seclusion in the mountains to avoid the wind and rain, but faces difficulties and snow. This is the spirit and courage of soldiers.
Many people have praised Mazu for standing proudly in the wind and facing the wind and snow, but what I like is its strength of not crying or making trouble in hardship and loneliness. In fact, pine will become slightly darker after being baptized in winter, but as long as the snow and ice melt, it will turn green again, which will not make others feel sorry. In the vast expanse, all life has fallen asleep, but Song doesn't want to sleep. He doesn't want to fall asleep when he is in trouble. He waited for the arrival of spring in the boundless darkness and gave everything to time, just like grass. It wants to survive endless snow and endless cold with its own efforts and perseverance. Why does its fate depend on others? What you hold in your hand is the truest, and the flowers watered by your sweat are the most beautiful and can last forever.
So is our life. What does our destiny, future and life have to do with others? Since it has nothing to do with yourself, why let others decide? That little bit of bitterness, bite your teeth and get through it. Why should the whole city be open? It will only make our misfortune a laughing stock in others' mouths! No value, just a clown of schadenfreude. When fate requires you to fly against the wind, what reason do you have to go against the wind? The direction against the wind is more suitable for flying. Even if there are thousands of people ahead, who can give up for you as long as you don't surrender yourself? As long as you don't fall, who can declare failure for you? What does it matter if the next stop is the destination? Remember, you can be disappointed, but you must not despair!
Be a person who wants to relax, stand proudly in the wind, face the wind and snow, don't cry in hardship and loneliness, and don't need other people's pity! Standing under the blue sky, looking up at the sky, in order to survive the severe winter and reach the other shore, I quietly accumulated strength.
Rain should be a feminine noun, she, not him. Rain is completely feminine.
Chunyu and March are a girl, in the prime of life.
She is quiet, gentle, fresh and shy. Unconsciously, she came quietly, sneaked into the night with the wind, and moistened things silently. She is like a dream, her clothes are not wet, and her face is not cold. Her skirt floated by, everything in the world woke up from a deep sleep, seeds sprouted, bamboo shoots sprouted, willows pulled out new branches, and little creatures who had slept for a winter stretched out and walked out of the deep crypt.
Spring rain has given the earth youth and life.
Chunyu is another girl who loves beauty, and she is also a good painter. She created a beautiful world with a magic brush in her hand.
Just like the spring rain falls on pear flowers, how elegant; The apricot blossoms and spring rains in the south of the Yangtze River are so elegant; How quiet it is to listen to the wind and rain all night in the small building and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley. This is all written by Chunyu.
Chunyu, a girl full of fragrance, is a painter who loves beauty and writes beauty.
Xia Yu, is the eldest sister-in-law. She is a short-tempered person who comes and goes in a hurry. She is a neat and clean middle-aged woman with a little pungent.
Compared with the spring rain, Xia Yu is a little less gentle and quiet, but you know, she has so many things to do. She is a mother with many children.
Rivers, lakes and seas are waiting for her to supplement nutrition and enrich her body. The earth scorched by the sun is eager for nutrients. Crops and seedlings in the field, trees and fruit forests on the hillside, like groups of hungry children, are eager for her milk. Year after year, she used her spilled milk to feed strong sorghum, full pods, full watermelons and heavy ears of rice. With her, there will be fruits, gains, and endless life of thousands of creatures.
Xia Yu, capable sister-in-law, generous mother.
Qiuyu is an old woman who has read many vicissitudes.
She has seen a lot, experienced a lot and done a lot. She used to be young and clever. Now, peach blossoms and pear blossoms have withered, and sorghum and corn have been harvested. After doing everything she should do, she seems a little lonely. What's more, people who like to mourn for autumn wrote poems on the window lattice, complaining bitterly about autumn rain. But she is tolerant and open-minded. She knows that people will never forget her past and what she has done.
She's not alone. She is painting frost leaves redder than the flowers in February, and painting a colorful autumn picture scroll, which has dyed all the forests. What's more, it didn't take long for a March spring rain to come like a girl.
Nowadays, the development of science and technology is advocated, and the wave of artificial intelligence is coming one after another, from the dancing robot arm exhibited in the Science and Technology Museum in the early years to the "Alpha Dog" that caused a storm in the world of Go masters. The debate over the advantages and disadvantages brought about by the popularity of artificial intelligence has never stopped.
Just as Cook, the president of Apple, thinks that human thinking should not be influenced by computers and lose the values and sympathy that human beings deserve, I think this view is too absolute and debatable-the thinking mode based on computers is worth learning, and human thinking must also be adhered to.
In the man-machine battle of Weiqi, which attracted worldwide attention, Afa Dog won the championship with a huge advantage, but Ke was once emotionally collapsed because of playing the wrong chess, and the media lens made him cry many times. In the confrontation of wisdom, human emotions have become the biggest weakness. For artificial intelligence, a game of Go is just a quick calculation of thousands of possibilities to count the winning rate; For human gamers, they are burdened with unimaginable pressure, anxiety and panic. In the face of an intellectual war, the unique cold wisdom of the machine is a good sword, which is not disturbed by negative emotions and is not affected by the situation. Learn to think like a computer, we can get the clearest mind, and the sharp blade in our hands will not tremble. We can cut through thorns without fear and let the tip of the knife move forward forever.
At the same time, some groups can't imitate the precision of computers intellectually, but they study in an orderly way in interpersonal communication, which is ironic-they search for collage in vast texts, cut the hard work and wisdom of others, and label themselves with glory and aura that don't belong to them; Another group of people are indifferent, occupying the moral high ground and calling themselves sages. They criticize others' imperfections to gain their so-called superiority. The former group is called plagiarists, while the latter group is called Keyboard Man. Without exception, they are addicted to the beating numbers in the computer-money, attention and clicks. As a flesh-and-blood and thoughtful higher creature, they abandoned the moral bottom line and the minimum conscience and became hateful computers. You're welcome. Can they still call someone? Lost in the empty and barren soul of big data, they were carried away by interests, and they couldn't see a trace of humanity in their strict fangs. There is a saying in the North Island that "meanness is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble". Those who can't think like machines after human nature is distorted, as explained by Mr. Chaplin in modern times, must have nowhere to hide today when human nature is emphasized.
Today, with the vigorous development of the Internet, we are inevitably surrounded by people who are blindly anxious, but we must have a bright eye and a healthy spirit. Taking computerized thinking is helpful for correct success, and resisting despicable atmosphere is helpful for gaining conscience!
Grandma's windmill cabin is a bit shabby today, but my laughter and happiness are still there.
That year, I just turned five. I was sent to the countryside because my parents' work was too busy and complicated. Dad said to grandma before he left: Mom, just give her the windmill cabin in the dandelion field! It is better to let the children have a taste of bitterness, otherwise we will always get used to it. What can we do if we enter the society in the future?
That evening, grandma took me to the windmill cabin in the dandelion field with some daily necessities. She turned on the gasoline lamp, taught me how to use it, and smiled and said to me, tip, if you are hungry, no matter how late it is, grandma's door is open for you.
Looking at grandma's distant back, my tears involuntarily fell down. This is my first time living alone! I walked from the bottom of the windmill cabin to the attic, carrying a gasoline lamp and holding a quilt. When the door closed, my new life at the age of five opened.
The next morning, I woke up and opened the window. There was a white dandelion field in front of me. Dandelion flies its own seeds, magnificently, fluttering leisurely, like a festival, happy, regardless of my mood. I look at the scenery outside, hoping that time will pass quickly and it will be noon soon.
Suddenly, the heavy rain fell from the sky, scaring me to run to the crib. I slowly opened the window and saw dandelion seeds all over the ground and mud on the path. However, there is a small black umbrella on the path, which covers something. It's grandma! She brought me lunch! I braved the heavy rain to bring my things in.
In this way, I accompanied this hut day by day, ran out during the day, crossed the dandelion field, picked flowers on the lawn of wild flowers, picked a few bright flowers and put them in a vase, thinking about grandma's happy expression when she received them. In the afternoon, I ran to the well next to the hut, drew a bucket of water, moved the bench out, opened the door of the hut and sat at the door to wash clothes. I can see some fireflies when I come back from my grandmother's house at night and cross the dandelion field! I am very happy to have their little lanterns to show me the way.
The happiest moment was when I was painting in the house. I always feel that the house in the painting has come alive and become my best friend, chatting with me and helping me shelter from the wind and rain. Every night, I open the skylight in the attic, lie on the small bed and play with the stars. If I reach out my hand, I can take them off.
My sixth birthday arrived and was successfully held in a small room, because I had fallen in love with it. But my mother has enrolled me in primary school, so I have to go back to Guangzhou with her. That night, I silently bid farewell to my cabin. As soon as I close the door, I think of a letter my mother sent me from the city. I will put the envelope in my arms with a smile; Playing in the dandelion flower field, my feet are blistered and I cry when I sit on the ground. When there is wind, run out quickly and watch the windmill turn and the dandelion children fly in the wind waving parachutes.
Five years later, the windmill hut is still swinging in front of my eyes, except that a happy girl is swinging with it.
There is an empty flowerpot on my balcony. My mother planted flowers in this flowerpot two years ago. Later, no one cared about it for a long time. It died, leaving only the lonely soil in the flowerpot.
One day in the summer vacation, I was enjoying the cool air on the upper terrace when my eyes suddenly lit up. There are two buds in that empty flowerpot, small and round, and two bright green leaves are stacked together, so conspicuous! Surprised and happy, I turned to ask my mother who planted it. My mother also said happily, "It may be the bud from the seed held by the bird." I don't care who planted it, I water it every day. The longer the bud is, the higher it is, and the two leaves slowly spread to both sides. A few days later, its stem grew branches again. Ha ha! The longer it grows, the more lush it becomes. The leaves are getting greener and darker. It became my baby. I go to the balcony three times a day to see how much it has grown.
One day, I found that the bottom two leaves were yellow and withered. I'm really anxious. I ran to the kitchen and asked my mother. My mother looked at me in a hurry and comforted me by saying, "Never mind, the next two leaves have finished their task. They will rot in the soil and become fertilizer, which will add nutrition to the floret and make it grow faster." Mother chopped up the leaves and skins of vegetables and spread them in the soil, saying that it was fertilizing vegetables. Really, after a few days, it grew stronger and stronger. The leaves are green and shiny, as if they were oiled.
Another day, I saw the leaves of this flower drooping, listless and sick. I was so anxious to drag my mother over and let her treat me. Mom smiled and said, "This is because it is thirsty. You haven't watered it for several days, have you? " In summer, the sun is too strong, and it absorbs all the water. "Say that finish, she quickly poured a bowl of water to water the flowers. Mother said, "if you water it too much, its roots will rot." "
A few days later, I finally saw it grow clusters of buds, which grew fatter and fatter. One night, my mother suddenly saw a rose-colored flower blooming outside the window. My mother said it was morning glory. Morning glory has a thin stem with five petals at the top and several thin stamens in the center. It seems to be blowing its rosy trumpet into the sky with great pride and sending its fragrance to my nose.
Within a few days, the flowers opened one after another. This small flowerpot is like my little garden, full of rosy, tender and fragrant flowers. You see, a full pot of morning glory not only brings charming colors to our balcony, but also adds a touch of excitement to our home!