Loneliness is the essence of life. Loneliness is a dark railroad track, and you never know what will be ahead, destruction or light. Someone said, "If you want to walk fast, you should walk alone." Pioneers of the times and promoters of society are all quick walkers. They are all loners.
Why? Because there are no worldly and cumbersome ties and no opportunities to fight with their peers, they go forward alone, relying only on loneliness and courage.
Van Gogh was lonely. As an artist, his loneliness is particularly obvious, and people can't understand his works. Poverty and hunger drove him crazy and carved the last stroke for himself with a scalpel. But1.700 million Sunflower proves that his level is much better than that of the author of the same period, and he is not crazy. He is just a lonely man who walks in front of other painters.
Lonely people often can't get the understanding of the world at that time, because their way of thinking is higher than this world, and they can't get the understanding and support of fixed preconceived people. Lonely pioneers will feel an indelible haze from their hearts and can only bury themselves in lonely careers. Einstein was withdrawn and was scolded by his teacher for being unreasonable when he was a child, but he put forward the great view of relativity. Sima Qian suffered great humiliation, and under the contempt of everyone, he wrote a bumpy and magnificent epic with tears; Copernicus insisted that the torch of truth would not go out and Heliocentrism was not understood by the world, so he used his life to push the truth forward.
Therefore, the madman is lonely, and the genius is also lonely.
A truly lonely person is loyal to his heart, able to resist temptation, indifferent to his ambition, peaceful and far away. Madame Curie regarded medals as children's toys, and Qian Zhongshu refused to be interviewed by reporters. What they need is the loneliness and silence of "sitting on a cold stool". Even though Edison, the "king of inventions", invented countless things in his life, he was impetuous and loved fame and fortune in his later years, and he was not really alone.
Lonely people should pay attention to the "assimilation" of the people while leading the technological trend and promoting social development. There is a vague sense of group in people's character, and it is natural for the minority to obey the majority. Lonely people must be able to turn a deaf ear if they can't argue with Confucian theory. Many people walk alone and become one of the sentient beings after being called a few times. Therefore, it is rare and precious for lonely people to be "cold on high places", which is envied by the world and puzzled.
If you want to walk fast, please go alone. People who achieve great things should endure the unbearable loneliness of ordinary people, work hard and not get lost in the public. Lonely people, people far away.
Lonely composition 2 Time is a lonely child. Nothing is more lonely than time. Dispensability depends on the human mind. Time controls everything, whether it is the Jade Emperor or the Tathagata, one day, they will be erased from human memory. Even the greatest heaven and earth will be washed away by time one day, and even the universe will cease to exist.
However, controlling all the time, he will always be like a child, willful and helpless, but still ignorant of the world, sleeping in a clock that flows like a cradle. He is with life and death, with hope and disappointment, with eternity, with you and me. But no one can always accompany him. He has accompanied countless lives and experienced too many storms ... Slowly, he lost his mind, lost his feelings, could not cry or laugh, did not understand what feelings were, but still stubbornly washed people's memories until he erased people's vows of eternal love. Yes, time is ruthless.
People always scold him for keeping appointments too fast, but he is as ignorant and stupid as a child, just as he said: heartless and carefree. Time is everywhere. He was there when I wrote this article. When you read this article. He was there too. I can't say to him, hey, stop and have a rest. Maybe he stopped, but our thoughts stopped. When he walked again, we knew nothing. We just spent a second thinking. Time is too arrogant to listen to what we are saying. These are two worlds.
Time is like pi, which is endless. Although he just turned around at the same point, nothing could stop him. Maybe one day, when you meet him, he just looks at you gently with empty eyes and then continues his journey.
He may be a formula, who knows? In the world of time, death and loss have long been commonplace, and he can no longer give up hope for a new life.
Time is as fragile as a child, which is why no one can enter his world. He's just protecting himself. If you see him, please don't waste him. Remember that he is only a child, and he is very fragile, so please don't waste it when you have it.
Lonely composition 3 autumn is crisp, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. Once again, I thought of the poor dog and the touching story.
In a cold winter, I carry my schoolbag home. "woof-woof." I heard a faint dog barking. I came to a corner and saw a puppy. Its beautiful big eyes are tired, its snow-white fur is dirty, and it has become a "Dalmatian". Walking is too tiring. I felt in my pocket and took out a piece of candy and gave it. I picked it up and took it home. Named cocoa.
Since then, I have fed cocoa delicious food every day. Wash the cocoa. Cocoa is not as weak as before, but lively and lovely. It runs around the house every day and is full of exuberant energy. Every day after school, it will run to the school gate and wait for me, find me from the endless crowd, bite my trouser legs and drag me home. Once, my classmate accidentally pushed me. I didn't stop and fell to the ground. Cocoa immediately rushed up and shouted at him. Fortunately, I blocked it, but it still glared at my classmate. I touched it gently, and my heart was filled with emotion, oh! Coco, you are really the patron saint given to me by God.
However, I don't know from which day, cocoa has changed. It eats less and less and is not satisfied with the house running around. It always looks at me quietly beside me, and occasionally, it barks softly to attract my attention. What the hell happened to Coco? Finally, I finally know the answer. That day, I didn't see Coco after school, and I couldn't find it when I got home. I've looked everywhere, but I can't find it. I didn't give up until my mother told me to go home. It's so quiet at home that I shed tears unconsciously, I know, but it's because I have to be separated from me that I become like that.
Although cocoa is long gone, I have been thinking about it, because I love cocoa! Cocoa will live in my heart forever!
Lonely composition 4 is so tired. After all these years, I'm still a small child. I do what others like and serve others silently, but I don't want others to know that I am quietly hiding in the corner and being a well-behaved child ~
All I want is a small world of my own, a place where I don't need to grow up, and a place where I can be put: I have an independent self, respect my relatives, care about my friends, love me, and a lover I can rely on. But I have always been alone, and I am the only one who insists on being a good boy in the eyes of others.
I'm really great and strong. I have never had anyone to rely on. I slept and worked alone since I was a child. I have no parents' love and friends' help when I am lonely and helpless. In my memory, when the coming black was about to devour me at the age of 7.8, it left me and swallowed my parents. All the so-called friends in the village went home happily, and no one wanted to help me find my parents. They are too busy to care about me ... so the happy and carefree childhood will never belong to me. So I felt the life of an adult too early. I learned to be patient, to be strong and to work hard. Is it a blessing or a curse? Seeing the children in the city, even their socks were washed and cooked by their mothers, and they could do nothing. Not only is my nose sour, but I have never enjoyed the feeling of being cared for by my parents.
I feel horrible. I have always been afraid of confrontation with others, of being silent in a group of people, of being accused, of seeing so many contemptuous eyes, and I have had enough. I'm just a child without parents. I am just an ugly duckling.
I always cry and do it alone for no reason. I am a worthless child. I will cry quietly at night, tears streaming down my face. Maybe I'm used to doing what others say, and it's also because others have adapted to other people's lives. No matter how wronged I am, I always teach myself to face others with a strong smile in order to win their love.
Lonely children are always precocious, learn to be strong and learn to be likable.
Loneliness is an invisible but unforgettable pain.
People often mistake silence for loneliness. In fact, quiet people often have an open mind and an optimistic attitude. The more lonely people are, the more afraid of loneliness, so they disguise themselves with enthusiasm, let themselves have many friends, and paralyze that lonely heart in the busy happiness. However, when the crowd dissipates, you will find him alone.
What is loneliness? It is the sad beauty of solo dancing in dim light, the painful despair after being betrayed, the helplessness of forcing yourself to be strong, and the melancholy of watching the stars fall by the wind in the dark ... Some people make it into a song, which will disturb their inner peace every time, and some people turn it into a pot of wine, full of vigor and bitterness.
I never want to mention childhood memories. Like a mermaid who was once imprisoned in the cold sea, she has an unforgettable fear of the cold. When I was very young, I talked to dolls. When I was in primary school, I still didn't like to play with others. Other children were alienated from me, a strange child. I just silently taste the loneliness. Later, I gradually became cheerful, told many jokes and played games with everyone. But when I was quiet, loneliness filled my mind one by one.
When I opened my diary a year ago, I only wrote a poem on one page: "I tried to care/but others always showed alert eyes/so I became sensitive/I tried to understand others/but why I always touched a cold heart/I hoped I could meet all the storms/but I was despised/so I gave up my pursuit/I approached everyone sincerely/but no one was willing to bear a little bit/so/.
Is growth really depravity?
When people see a person smiling, who knows that his heart is covered with ice and snow? When people know that sunny places are blooming in spring, has anyone found that cold places grow like lonely weeds? When we sympathize with people who live in the dark, who has seen anyone freeze to death in the sun? Loneliness is a layer of energy.
Lonely Composition 6 Youth is lonely in my world because I don't want to express myself. I am afraid that others will look at me, because I think that kind of eyes are full of irony and ridicule, so I hide myself deeper and don't even want to communicate with others. So my youth is lonely.
Time is ruthless, it always flows away inadvertently. Unconsciously, I have been in the ninth grade, and my heart is even more lonely. When I go home, I always have to use the computer to entertain myself. Now that my mother has dismantled the computer, I can't watch TV for some reason. Now I can only stand in a daze every time I go home to face my homework. I resisted, but my mother was strict. I didn't even have an MP3 player. I always sigh when facing my homework. But in the end, I had to finish it reluctantly. I gained a lot while growing up, but I lost more. My mother and teacher reason with me every day, saying that if we don't work hard now, what will we do in the future. Gradually, I also understood these truths and began to study hard. Even if my grades are not good, I work hard! What I really want is a youth that makes me not feel lonely.
I hope I can live happily every day like other students. At least I won't feel lonely. I can live a happier life. My daily life is boring. Walking on the way to and from school every day, living a life of 3.1 points. I have very little free time, only during holidays when my mother is not at home. This is my only free time. Besides, I spend almost all my time in class, doing homework and reading topics. I don't like communicating with others very much, so few people come to see me after class. I just sat quietly in my seat alone. I seldom go out during holidays because I don't know where to go. I don't know who to play with there, because I have few friends, and my mother is often not at home, because she has to go out to work. When my mother is at home, I want to go out to play with her, but it's very late, so I spend my holidays at home watching my homework, staring blankly or thinking about problems, which makes me understand that growing up may be lonely.
My youth is lonely, but it makes me grow. Growth may make us endure loneliness, but we can't escape it after all. We should dare to face the lonely youth.
Lonely composition 7 My mother's hometown is Fengdu County, Chongqing today. My mother's family is poor. When she was very young, she was sent to a bank owner's house in Chongqing to help. My mother spent her childhood and youth in Chongqing. Therefore, the hometown of Fengdu is just a birthplace, a symbol, a memory and a conceptual "home" for my mother.
I have never heard my mother mention my grandparents, and I dare not ask about it. I don't think I can even tell my mother herself. It's just that when I was a child, I heard my mother mention that she had two brothers. One brother went out to be a soldier very early. My mother used to ask about this brother everywhere, but she couldn't find it. There is also a brother in his hometown. Decades later, when his mother tried her best to get in touch with his hometown, this brother in his hometown had passed away.
I remember when I was still with my mother, my mother often said to me, "If only I could find your uncle!" " I can see that my mother misses my uncle very much. My mother also said: "If there are relatives in my hometown, my mother will definitely take you back to my hometown to see the ghost town of Fengdu. My mother took you by boat from Chongqing, across the Three Gorges and to your father's hometown of Wuhan. " When I said these words, my mother's expression clearly showed her yearning for her loved ones and homesickness.
Especially when I am old, my mother, like all old people, wants to leave the leaves behind. However, when I was able to take my mother back to her hometown, her body could no longer stand the fatigue of the long journey. But my mother often sits alone in front of the door in a daze. I read my mother's loneliness from her melancholy eyes. Whenever this time, my heart is particularly heavy.
1994 My mother died and my mother took me back to my hometown by boat. The wish of crossing the Three Gorges to Wuhan can no longer be realized. Every time I think about it, I feel particularly uncomfortable. In order to fulfill my mother's long-cherished wish, my husband and I took our daughter from Chongqing by boat 1999 to Fengdu Ghost Town. I stood on the street of Fengdu County with my mother's photo in my hand and silently said to my mother, "Mom, we are back. Please open your eyes and have a good look. Has your hometown undergone earth-shaking changes? " ……
Lonely composition 8 spring flowers are blooming, winter snow is flowing, season after season, everyone has his own unique quality. It is the season that breeds everything in the world, or something that distinguishes the four seasons, a course to write about human nature, or a humanity that makes them different. Whatever the reason, everything in this world has its fixed relationship, but anyone or anything has its external causes.
The recovery of spring and the sadness of deep winter are all time and an irreversible journey of life.
The "lonely journey" of life used to be the soul of young people, the hope and ambition of young people. It faded away at any time, but it became as cruel as the autumn wind sweeping away leaves.
They all passed away and basically disappeared, but after all, it was a lonely journey. Life, as always, I always look straight ahead and quietly look for my own voyage, which has a different color in life and the journey of life. Lonely journey
Everyone has an origin. Starting from the center of the origin, colorful clouds will appear with the life trajectory of the colorful origin.
Time is like a song, life is still the same, bit by bit, the sunset has too many footprints in life, time is rushing, but it also keeps the mark of hope, and the bumpy long grip keeps the balance, so as not to let all the wind and rain overturn my footsteps forever.
No matter how high the sky is and how wide the earth is, I will fly high and proudly in the blue sky for the hope of life. I have no choice but to abandon the ups and downs along the way, and I am constantly exploring the hope of life and the bright pursuit of the future. It is the most brilliant thing hidden in life and full of exploratory thinking. I only strive to pursue the color of life on the road of life. Life, life, with hope, with color, with pursuit, with dreams, will silently stick to the lonely journey of life. Life is a person, who has walked all his life, and no matter what, he can't grasp the rotation of the sun and the moon. In the end, life will continue in the long river of time, with waves and sounds.
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Lonely composition 9 "Children who dabble in literature are never happy, and their happiness is scattered in an unknown place ..."
I don't remember a sentence I read in that book, and I felt so comfortable at that time. I don't know what others think of this sentence, but I think it's right! I didn't expect this feeling to happen to me. Whenever I read what I write, I always feel very sad. Because I have never found the happiness I want. ...
Like a naughty child wandering to the skylight, she still refuses to come back after wandering to the skylight and stubbornly wants to travel alone. She is just looking for that vast happiness, but no one understands it. ...
I should be a happy but unhappy child, right? I feel like a puppet doll, surrounded by countless things called "happiness" and pulled by countless lines calling myself "happiness".
What is happiness?
Happiness is the loss of freedom? Is it bound by countless "happiness"? I always feel that happiness is leaving me, and many things are making me forget the taste of happiness and even lose my own happiness. It is like entering a colorful bubble. At first, you will be happy because of curiosity, but after watching all the splendor, you will find yourself imprisoned in that gorgeous bubble, imprisoned ...
There will be two kinds of people:
One will stay inside and let it float in the air, waiting for the invisible thread to pull him up; The other one will break it at all costs!
I will not hesitate to choose the second option.
Nothing special, just because the last thing I want to lose is outside the bubble. Even if it hurts, even if it falls from the sky, even if it hurts, it doesn't matter even if you lose a lot of things, it doesn't matter! As long as the bubble can burst, as long as you can find the happiness you want!
I can only grow up alone in the wind …
Lonely composition 10 In the vast sea of people, you can always see a single shadow. Go to school alone, go to the dining hall alone, sit in the park alone after dusk, and walk alone at night. Who can understand that painful heart, can only borrow words, knock on the cold keyboard and write my loneliness.
I am in the same country as loneliness, which may be my destiny. That year, I was only admitted to a high school in the county, and my heart was a failure. The school is more than 30 kilometers away from home, not just a short ride by bike. I always lie on the balcony of the dormitory, watching my classmates leave one by one, but I never remember the crowds and mobile phones at the bus stop. My parents also forget that I am the only one in the dormitory today. By the dim light, I opened my diary and sorted out this broken mood. I don't know why it hurts. I heard the sound of my heart breaking, and even stuck it to myself.
My classmates all ran to their dreams, but God forgot me. I try my best to find something to do for myself, thinking that I won't be lonely. My eyes are full of emptiness and confusion, which betrays me, just like water held in my hand or scattered in my hand, and will eventually flow away from my fingers.
Seventeen-year-old flowers are full of vitality. Who can read the loneliness in my heart and the faint sadness in my brow? Few of my friends in those years stayed with me. Maybe when we grow up, everyone takes off their tender wings and is no longer naive. Slowly, I stopped taking the initiative to speak, tired of haggling over every ounce between classmates and jealousy that could expand at any time. Everyone thinks I am difficult to get along with, but I am also eager to have a best friend and a blue confidante.
Dreams are beautiful, but reality is always cruel. No matter how well you do, some people will deny it. But I want to say to my lonely self: Go your own way and let others talk.
Throughout the ages, many literati, poets and scholars were not born in loneliness, so how can the fragrance of plum blossoms not be chilling? I always remember what my teacher said. If I can stand loneliness, I firmly believe in equivalent substitution. Today, two years later, I will win my college dream.
Lonely composition 1 1 lonely planet I read a few books this summer vacation! Among them, the most impressive is a book called Lonely Planet! Let me introduce you to the protagonist! Jiang Bingchan and Fang Letian! Fang Letian is Jiang Bingchan's cousin! But my academic performance is not as good as my cousin! Every time the teacher Fang Letian is the last, the cousin is the first! So my cousin never recognized him! And annoying cousin! Jiang Bingchan has a good friend named Huang Yuhang! He studies well, too, but Jiang Bingchan is puzzled that he got more than 50 points in this exam. What bothers Jiang Bingchan most is Fang Letian! He is always following her ass, talking about this and that! Hide from Fang Letian every day! Jiang Bingchan is very concerned about her mother, although she is very nagging! Mom always lets her stay with Fang Letian and communicate with Fang Letian more! Just then Fang Letian came again and said that he would introduce his good friend to Jiang Bingchan! Jiang Bingchan perfunctory said, "I know! Nice to meet you! " How time flies!
Summer vacation is coming in a blink of an eye. The task of this summer vacation is to go home and read more meaningful books! But after reading it, you have to finish writing a review! Jiang Bingchan looked for many books and finally found a book called The Little Prince! She thought it was very interesting and took it home. Early in the morning, she looked at it and found a lonely planet inside! There is only one little prince, one flower and two volcanoes on the planet! He faces only flowers and volcanoes every day! I talk to them a lot every day, but after a long time, he gets bored and boring! He has an idea to go to a bustling planet! In this way, as he wished, he came to a vibrant planet! It was fresh and exciting at first! He also met a fox! The fox likes the little prince very much! After a long time ... The little prince couldn't help thinking of his other half! After thinking for a long time, I decided to go back to my own planet! The fox was very sad when he knew it, and so was the little prince! At last the little prince died, but his soul returned to the lonely planet! Jiang Bingchan recorded many wonderful sentences! Make up your mind to ask yourself to read more extracurricular books in the future! Learn more knowledge!