The weather is gloomy, the ground is wet and the cold is low. In spring, in the early days of Iraq, it rained heavily. It was warm a few days ago, but now I'm shivering in three coats. I really don't know if the sky changed its face on purpose. Maybe it's just for me, greeting my mood at this moment.
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. Dreams, intermittent, do not wake up, but can not control the dream, as if they are just a tourist, let the vague tour guide take their dreams; When I wake up, I am in a daze. The root of my dream is so long and boundless. It's spring in the south, what a good time, but it's a pity that under the fragrance, I'm busy killing flower watchers! Idle dreams? Sweet dream! Don't worry about yourself, just be comfortable, don't worry about its length.
Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away. Why are people endowed with emotions when they are separated from each other? Sentimentality, joys and sorrows, how many wounds have been created! The vast world, leaving a person empty, my eyes incomplete, my heart is disheartened. Waiting for a tall building, I am afraid of the cold. When I look at it, I can see TIANYA DUAN Road, which is a cold look and a cold sight. What about the road? Everything will be broken! What's not sad? Tall building? Other lanes? No way! Do you want your broken and tired heart to wander for no reason?
Ten years of trace, ten years of heart. Footprints, what are they? Footprints? Looking back today? What is the heart? A beating heart? Still think things have changed? Are you a disappointed guest in the world? I can't dream, I can't hope, where do I belong?
Yao Min in "MoPingLan independence-south tang queen li yu" has such a passage:
Only sometimes, the ideal seems to be very close to us, just overhead, like a firefly at your fingertips. We can reach them with our toes, then jump up and grab them, always a fingertip away from our hands.
How high is the distance between the fingertips?
How far am I from being as bright as the sun? Perhaps, my mood at the moment is just my punishment for myself, making myself disabled and fireflies within reach, but I didn't let them be destroyed in my hands, and then let them be separated by a fingertip forever.
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Let the rain continue to rain outside. My mood is still going on, so I won't let it stop swinging until it turns around.
On Friday morning, all the students greeted each other with smiles. You smile at me, I smile at you, or you pat me around with a camera. Today is a special day-spring outing. This spring outing is very different from the past. This time, we came to Jiangning, the farthest place our school has ever been-Jiangning Mongolian Style Garden. The teachers talked all the way, and so did the students. The content of the conversation is all about this Mongolian garden. No one here may know what it looks like, but everyone is imagining it. Some people imagine: maybe there is a green space, and occasionally cattle and sheep pass by; Maybe a group of good horses ran past the stable; Maybe there will be real Mongols when we get there. The Mongols will greet us and let us visit their yurts. Maybe we can also ride horses and shoot arrows ... how wonderful everything is. After a journey of 1 more hours, we finally came to the long-awaited Mongolian customs garden. Some people are happy here, others are sad here.
"I've been in a place like this for so long, I knew I wouldn't come!" Deng Yu said angrily. "wow! There are many cows! It's great to have camels and sheep! " First, we came to Disneyland, where there is only one camel. There are two bumps on the camel's body, which looks fluffy, and it also shakes two humps from time to time, feeling that it is full of water. It's time to ride a camel. Everyone is very excited. The old uncle holding the camel said, "Let your teacher feel this feeling!" " "At this time, I can see that Teacher Mao's face is very nervous and nervous. After Teacher Mao sat down, the old uncle gave the order and the camel stood up. " Ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! "Teacher MAO screamed, smoothly around a circle. Because of the time, each of us can only sit down and take a photo. When it was my turn, I suddenly felt that it was not an animal at all, but a big plush toy with noisy fur and little movement, only blinking occasionally. The body is not soft, but stiff and has no feeling at all. Then, after watching Disneyland, we came to the most important tourist destination-yurts. In fact, there are no Mongolians mentioned by students at all, just some cultural relics or utensils left by ancestors. What impressed me the most was the dead sheep. The sheep raised its feet and closed its eyes. Some moss grows on its horns and a lot of wool hangs down. It must have been cut for a long time. Moving on, we visited many yurts, including: cultural relics collection, tableware eaten by Mongolians ... "Stone piles? "Asked Zhu Yue yes, it is a pile of stones. In the past, if people walked three times clockwise and made three wishes, their dreams might come true in a few days. "So, in the process of walking, I silently made three wishes, hoping that their dreams can come true! After a long walk, everyone is tired. It's time for a picnic! " The air here is really good and fresh! I said. After the picnic, we began to play the most exciting and interesting games-grass skiing and shooting. When I came to the grass skiing area, I went grass skiing with Gu. "Ah, ah, how exciting! "Gu Yunxuan said. We slipped and slipped and almost tripped over a ditch. At first, there was a cold wind blowing head-on, and then it kept raining. This is so exciting that I really want to do it again. Unfortunately, we can't play any more because of the time. Finally we came to the shooting range. The coach taught us how to hold the bow and where to put the arrow. The fiercest "battlefield war" is about to begin.
"wow! Great, the sword target of the peak! " "Zhu Jie's sword also hit the target!" The students cheered. However, my sword surpassed the target and became the farthest archer. Although there is nothing interesting in this spring outing, knowing the life of Mongols has made me know their leisure and happiness!
Not long ago, "42-year-old Guo Chuan chose to become a professional competitive sailboat, and lost her connection in a solo record voyage in 10" caused a heated discussion. Some people praise it for being unwilling to be mediocre, while others question that it is life-threatening. In my opinion, Guo Chuan's practice and choice is a performance of courage to challenge, which makes me admire.
As some netizens said, Guo Chuan's behavior has hurt relatives and friends, and his life-threatening sailing activities have worried them. From this point of view, Guo Chuan is really thoughtless.
However, Guo Chuan's behavior and Xixiang's behavior are inappropriate and undesirable? Obviously not. On the other hand, Guo Chuan's choice is to recognize and challenge himself.
There is only one life, and it is impossible to start again. Guo Chuan, 42, is a middle-aged man. His choice is the result of self-knowledge and consideration, and it is by no means impulsive. Guo Chuan said that "being a sailor helped him find his true self", which is enough to show the happiness and challenges brought by sailing. Sailing not only brings challenges to Guo Chuan. It is also passion and confidence in life. Unlike working from nine to five, Guo Chuan likes sailing and enjoys such challenges. Just imagine, as a family friend of Guo Chuan, will seeing such a vibrant Guo Chuan stop Guo Chuan from sailing? I don't think so. Guo Chuan's family and friends will give Guo Chuan support and encouragement.
On the other hand, many people live a boring and repetitive life at present. Dare not try new things or pursue yourself. Life lacks the passion and self-confidence of "Guo Chuanfan Boat", and life is extremely difficult to stir up waves. This cycle is not conducive to personal self-development.
From this perspective, Guo Chuan's choice stems from his love for life. I don't think Guo Chuan wants to be a mediocre person and repeat his life like others, so he actively pursues his true self and constantly refreshes his and China's sailing records. I think life should be like this, constantly challenging yourself and trying new things. Only by contacting different people can we have passion and confidence in the future, the world and life.
Although Guo Chuan lost contact during her record voyage in the Pacific Ocean, her courage still deserves my admiration. Unwilling to be mediocre, he added dazzling brilliance to his life. In contrast, Guo Chuan's choice did not leave him with regrets.
For us, Guo Chuan's attitude towards life is worth learning. In life, we should have the courage to pursue ourselves and strive for no regrets.
Once, I saw such a topic in a book: What is moving? After reading it, I was puzzled. Did someone else bring you a clear spring in thirst, or did someone else bring you a breeze in the heat? Perhaps it is the encouragement of others in difficulties, or the sincere words of friends in loneliness. These are not perfect, so what is touch?
One sunny morning, my mother filled breakfast and urged me to eat quickly. I was thinking about the unfinished problem while eating. After playing basketball all morning, my clothes were cut a lot. When I got home, my mother saw a big hole in my clothes, so she sewed it patiently for me, motioned me to put it on after sewing, and hurried into the kitchen to make lunch. After dinner, I saw a band-aid on my mother's hand. I thought I accidentally cut my hand and didn't care. In the evening, I sit at my desk and do my homework. Time is ticking away. I looked up and it was already 9 o'clock. Suddenly, the door of the study opened and my mother came in with a glass of milk. Inadvertently, my finger was loose and the cup fell. Mother quickly bent down to pick up the broken glass, and deep red blood flowed from her fingers. As soon as my heart tightened, I quickly squatted down and held my mother's thin and cold hands. The biting cold rushed into my mind and made my eyes moist. Mom is going to pick it up again. I held my mother's hand again, and tears fell to the back of my hand.
At this moment, I finally understand what is moving, and great selfless maternal love is the greatest moving.