Ten beautiful essays
Classic article
Strive to write regretless youth
There are thousands of beautiful things in Qian Qian in the Qian Qian world, but nothing is more beautiful than youth; There are countless precious things in the world, but nothing is more precious than youth. How proud and enviable we are! And if we just waste time, just enjoy and don't struggle, then do we really have youth? The answer is no, only by making a determined effort can we be worthy of youth and life and have a full and perfect youth.
Struggling youth is a beautiful scenery. It is tens of millions of hearts struggling in youth and tens of millions of wings soaring in the sky that dress up the most beautiful and precious season of life-youth. Turn youth into the starting point of the best life in life. "It's just classmates and teenagers, who are in full bloom, and the scholars are in high spirits, and the other side is swearing." Shows the youth of a generation of great men. Their youth is full of struggle and passion, and now, youth is in our hands. We can't tolerate the passing of youth in our hands, we can't waste our time sighing, we can't end our lives sighing, so let's work hard in youth! Let the flower of youth bloom in our hearts forever and write a colorful life.
Youth shows beauty in struggle, and the beauty of youth always shows in her struggle. Just as the beauty of the eagle is displayed in his fight with the wind and rain, just as the soul of heaven flies, why don't we overcome cowardice with courage and spirit, overwhelm Gou An with enterprising spirit and raise the sail of struggle! Keep moving forward in the rough sea, show the brilliance and strength of our children's youth, and let us fight the sky like eagles! Let the song of youth sing a high-spirited melody, and let our statement shine.
Strive to express regretless youth. On the long road of life, although youth is only a short period, when you look back with white hair, you will find that the youth you once owned will still shine with touching brilliance in your memory. It is the pursuit of each of us not to regret when we are young. Only by grasping every day of my youth and throwing myself into the torrent of constant struggle can I proudly say, "My youth has no regrets! . "
Lei Feng said: "Youth is always beautiful, but true youth only belongs to those who always strive for the upper reaches, those who always forget their work and those who are always modest!" " "So, only by struggling, moving forward for the sake of dreams, and moving towards your own goals, can you have true and regretless youth.
In the world of youth, you don't need to consolidate your thoughts, you just need to pursue beautiful dreams. There are many thorns in front of people, so you must persevere. Let's run to the sea like a river! On the long road of life, write down the notes of youth and leave the footprints of struggle.
Raise the sails of youth with our struggles and dreams. When we are struggling to paddle, the gate of success will slowly open for us, and we will enjoy the beauty of youth and reap the joy of success.
philosophy of life
Listen to the time, fall asleep.
Pursuing a few rays of sunset that can't be dissipated in time, I will draw my thoughts, take my feelings as ink, turn my eyes into sharp pens, and describe my endless pursuit. Softly, slowly, a little bit immersed in the time that slowly dissipates in the dust, it is too late to cover the fickle face with the light of smoke and moon, and it is too late to hold the residual fat and powder that fell to the ground in a hurry. It is the glitz that faded after the years took off their makeup. It was once carefully treasured, deeply cherished and engraved with wrinkles. I am too late. Too late to catch up with the footsteps of the years and hide in a hurry. I put my noodles with clear soup on another stage with heavy makeup. After all, I'm facing the death that I can't pursue.
The old window locks not only dust, but also eyes that I can't pursue.
In the end, I still can't keep up with the change of floating clouds. We always unload the imaginary baggage and roll up the lush years that have lost our embroidered promises. We don't know where to go, and the traces left will only be cleaned up by time. I know whether to blame, hate, regret or love. In fact, the laughter and laughter all the way brought endless pursuit and sadness after parting, as well as long-lost flowers and full expectations and hopes. We all cast an invalid letter in the fleeting time, but no one received it. It's just that each of us is complaining about each other, which is not as good as the teasing of the years or the bitter entanglement of ourselves. Frustration is deeply rooted in each other's hearts. In retrospect, it seems like a letter from home that has never been home, giving all the years and endings. We are all looking forward to it. I heard that everyone stumbled on the way to find each other, but it happened that my cocoon-covered heart could never meet again. What he lost was no longer rudeness, but helplessness.
I feel that in the bright spring, I can't raise my eyes to collect brilliant light, which is too dazzling, and I can only let it flow through every inch of skin like a trickle. Covering our faces, magnifying the subtle worries of young faces, and shining the world with such new and beautiful sunshine have fallen into the vast universe hundreds of billions of years ago, and now they are only here, and now they are still wandering in the world. Perhaps in the next second, this beam of light will reach hundreds of billions of years away, where we will never see it again, and in the corner where we can't set foot in this life, we will set foot on romance and poetry. Fortunately, I feel like an old friend who has been leaning in the wind and rain and lying silently. Fortunately, it came, but it didn't take us away, and it didn't shrink the long life into an unavoidable moment.
It turns out that time is too good for me, and its footsteps are light and slow, which makes me lament in time like a wild crane in the clouds. It's not that time flies, but that people are old. Some wrinkles are carved by yourself, and some are worried about planting them. How can you complain that Yan Yue doesn't understand personnel changes?
inspirational articles
To survive, be a grass first.
As a person, it is impossible to understand the meaning of life without experiencing the joys and sorrows of the world and fighting against life.
-Yang Shuo
Survival is to live well, live happily, and live like a grass that "wildfires never completely devour them". Only by learning to survive can we change our previous setbacks and get close to success.
Maybe you will never reach the goal of success, but you must try to survive, because if you stop trying, you will give up your life and stop growing.
In recent years, more and more college students flock to the society, and more and more people complain about social injustice, hard to find jobs, low wages, high prices and untimely birth! What's more, waiting for parents' trust and finding an acquaintance to apply for a job, the most extreme thing is to stay at home for a year or two without a suitable job.
All these remind me of the bittersweet days after I stepped out of school.
1998, graduated from technical secondary school, and the government arranged work according to my academic plan. However, that year, the government began to reform the organization and reduce the number of employees. The expected work will continue to wait, and it will take a long time.
I was born in a mountainous area, my father died young, and my mother supported our sisters' tuition and living expenses alone, leaving a lot of debts in studying. My mother is only over 50 years old, and she has arched her back because of hard work. Making money is imminent. After thinking hard, after the Spring Festival of 1999, I gave up waiting and went to Longgang District of Shenzhen alone. Began a aimless search.
I went door to door to fill out my resume in the hot south sun. When I tell each other that I just graduated from a technical secondary school, they will look at me with distrust or with a little disdain. It seems that a secondary school student is nothing in their eyes. In addition, the number of jobs with technical secondary school education is very limited. At that time, the mobile phone was still a luxury in my dictionary, and I couldn't support it if I couldn't buy it. In order to get in touch with the employer in time, I had to return to the introduction agency on the date agreed by the other party to consult whether the employer hired me.
Of course, these efforts created a bubble in Hua Song. Either I feel that my education is too low, or I am not registered in Shenzhen, or I can't speak "Cantonese" and I can't communicate with customers, or my major is not suitable ... for various reasons, I was rejected.
I only brought a few hundred dollars from home, which I borrowed from my neighbor's house. Excluding travel expenses, 300 yuan can't arrive. Find a small hotel for a few dollars a night to rest every night. If I can't find a hotel for a few yuan a night, I will wait until the evening 12 before going to the hotel to bargain, which will be much cheaper. I tried to sleep on the street or under the bridge several times, but kind passers-by reminded me: "12 Don't wander in the street in the future, there are many' security boys' who will arrest you as a tramp." No matter how far it is, I will try to walk there, which will save money and hopefully meet a new "employment agency". Buy a few cheap steamed buns every day to spend my three meals a day.
The harder you try to find a job, the less attention you get from your job. The more you want to live, the closer you get to hunger. A few days later, I turned to selling myself door to door in the factory. But most factories need acquaintances to introduce them. I came alone, and I only hit the wall again and again.
When I was about to become a "tramp", a kind old doorman took me in and I became an ordinary security guard.
I work 12 hour every day, and my salary is about 600 yuan/month. Although the salary is not high, it keeps me from starving. I know for the first time that survival is so difficult and precious.
Two years later, I returned to my hometown county. I bought a pickup truck with my savings from working in Shenzhen, and started to sell side dishes and fruits and resell lotus root coal. Every night at three or four o'clock, we will go to the wholesale market of side dishes and fruits to purchase goods. After selling the side fruit, some people rent it everywhere if they need freight, and go to the nearby area to resell lotus root coal when they have nothing to do. Occasionally work overtime at night to clean up the garbage on the construction site.
The days have changed quietly in my efforts. I bought my own house in the county, got married and had children.
However, not being admitted to the civil service position has become my mother's regret for many years and is often mentioned. After all, my mother sent me to school to find a government job.
By chance, I saw that the job recruitment requirements of a local civil servant were as low as a technical secondary school diploma. For the sake of my mother's long-cherished wish and stable life, I picked up the book that had been separated for 10 years.
When I sat in the same examination room with those college students and undergraduates, I realized how small I was. But in the end, I conquered the examiner with the first score in each item.
"Only action can transform fate", "God gives people a hard work and wisdom", "No matter how long the road is, it is also completed step by step, and no matter how short the road is, it is impossible to walk without taking a step". I finally understand the truth of these words.
I am not a success, let alone an achievement. I am a drop in the ocean in the crowd, but along the way, I learned to live independently, as humble as grass, and understood the meaning of survival.
So, I wrote "To survive, be a grass first" into the motto of life.
Sad article
The fragility of the tears of the winged angel who offered sacrifices to cigarettes
I am like a grain of dust, who can read my inner fragility? So I wonder if no one knows that I can walk, run and fly? But I think only I know that I have a pair of broken wings. A long time ago, an eager boy broke his wings in the rain because of excessive pride. From then on, I put away all my dreams of soaring and walked silently in the world of mortals.
I don't know where the next stop in life is, and I don't know where the exit of my mood is. But I felt the wind and rain that accompanied me. How many times have I wanted to clear my mind and go my own way? However, under the bright starry sky, I always can't find my place. If you miss the flowering period, you may only get wind and rain. If I miss the starry sky, I may miss the sun and even my own beauty. Therefore, when the night is dim, my heart will run with the words, but when dawn rushes out of the window, I will stop, because I know how powerless my steps are in front of time.
Rolling in the world of mortals, I have been silently writing my waywardness and unruly. When the lights were dim, I picked up my longing dream again, just quietly hiding in the back of my youth. Without anyone knowing anything, I recorded my every smile and every touch, making them dance and sing gently in the night wind, which also gave me many long-lost surprises and refreshing feelings one after another. So, I breathed a ray of blooming hope in silence.
I really need a sunny mood. Although many times, I am used to silence, because I want to silently guard my mysterious expectations. I want to give my mind an extraordinary peace in that quiet waiting. Although many times, I only heard the tone of a lonely person entertaining himself, I found my own happiness from it.
Maybe my desire will always be born on the other side that I can't reach, even if I try my best to reach it all my life. But it doesn't matter, as long as I stay away from the noise, the disdainful eyes of those lofty and arrogant people, and the tone of those self-righteous people, even if I can only live in lonely words forever, I have no regrets and a clear conscience. I really don't need those hypocritical momentum, and I don't need those virtual prosperity. I just want to sing my own songs, and I'm afraid I'll really be silent all my life!
It may be that I have been really silent for too long, and I began to refuse to be lively. Poems written in the past will always be thrown away without hesitation when I think of them now. In the luggage of the years, except for many sentimentality left by my willfulness, only the bills I owe my relatives and friends are left. This is a debt and a responsibility, some of which may not be paid off in this life. But this is not the reason why I am shameless. If I give birth to a point, I will give it back. My principle is: I will get a drop of water in return.
Dreams always approach at midnight, and I want to write again, but I don't know who will care about my words. Night will eventually be replaced by dawn, and I really don't know if there will be any wind and rain on that brand-new day. It's just those injuries that have come, intentionally or unintentionally, make me feel that the world is really desolate, which may be the reason why I like the night. Only under the cover of that night will I find my own happiness. I can also say that I am looking forward to the dawn, because I want to travel around the world. I know this is my escape from life, and this is also my weakness.
Touching story
The hourglass records the feelings of sisters.
The hourglass records the time we have forgotten.
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She and he are good sisters. They are always inseparable, eating together, sleeping together, playing together and studying together. Some people are puzzled by their behavior and think that two girls can stick together forever like lovers in love. However, they don't care about the rumors made by those students who talk nonsense. They have their own happiness.
I met her in the rainy season at the age of 14, which was childish. When no one knows what love is, they all have similar experiences and similar sadness. They comfort and support each other, but they can't convince themselves when they convince others. When they talk, they always burst into tears, and then they hug each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces, crying about their sadness and helplessness.
They all fell in love with the hourglass, just because they were moved to tears when watching Rao Xueman's The Hourglass, and the phrase "Members of the Hourglass, the time we passed away" will always be remembered in their hearts. They are all sick children, living in a lonely spring. But when the disease breaks out, they are all accompanied by an hourglass to resist the severe pain in the stomach and get some relief.
She always calls her child Wei. She calls her child Wei again and again, and she always answers happily. She always calls her children child rain, one by one, and she always answers happily. Children rain, children Wei, children forever, just because they are each other.
They are very happy. On a sunny day after the rain, they walk around. In the afternoon dusk, there are footprints they have stepped on; On the occasion of the Spring Festival, they have the breath of spring. They are sad, they are misunderstood by many people, even if they are so kind; They are always disgusted by others, even if they are so simple; They often make others sad, even if everything they do is for the good of others.
They are too happy and sad; They are already confused and helpless; They had resentment and sadness. It's just that nothing can change them. They will be together forever and go on forever. Just because many stories have happened to them, there is an event that they will never forget or mention.
Wei has always liked a boy G, but Xiaoyu doesn't like him and even has a lot of complaints about him. Xiao Yu thinks he is a bad boy. He is not good. He hangs out with bad teenagers in society all day, smoking and drinking. He has everything, including LP. Wei, a child, cares about her very much, really cares about her. She will wonder if he is unhappy. Seeing that he is unhappy, Wei will no longer be happy, only sadness hangs on his face. Children hate him because he hurt her Wei, and he made her unhappy and helpless. Just because everyone has everyone's ideas, rain can't change Wei's ideas, even if she says a lot. Rain, unconvinced, because G always hurts her Wei, she calls a bad teenager who she knows well in society, and wants to beat him up and take it out on her Wei. Originally, I didn't want to tell her about Wei, I really didn't, because she would be sad to know, but she didn't want to keep it from her, because they had an agreement that no one was allowed to keep it from anyone no matter what happened. Finally, Yu summoned up the courage to tell Wei everything. She bowed her head and waited quietly for Wei's scolding, even if she punched her. However, she never imagined that Wei didn't blame her, not at all. The only thing she did was to put her head on her shoulder and cry together.
Go home and surf the internet. There is new news in the space. "I won't blame you for the rain. I know you're doing it for my own good. I am very satisfied with you. What do I have to complain about? " I know you care about me, don't blame yourself. "I am very touched and moved by her understanding and forgiveness."
Between friends, forgiveness is really important. Look, she did it. I know we all depend on both sides.
"The white hourglass for you is a gift about growing up.
How happy I am if I can give you love and touch.
I have many friends, and no one knows me better than you.
It is you who gave me the most stubborn courage, and youth bloomed the most gorgeous flowers.
The love of the hourglass is like a tireless song, over and over again.
Humming your beautiful name and our unknown pain
Love in the hourglass is a bright lamp that never goes out.
Illuminate the children looking up at the starry sky and wait for the brilliant sunrise.
It rained as much as the stars in the sky that summer.
Your love is to give me a big umbrella and the most beautiful clear sky.
We all have small wounds to sew up and repair young love.
Cut off a pair of wings called forgetting, there is no place where the sun can't shine.
The love of the hourglass is like a tireless song, over and over again.
Humming your first sweetness to tell you that I will never leave.
Love in the hourglass is a bright lamp that never goes out.
Illuminate the children looking up at the starry sky and wait for the brilliant sunrise.
Hold your hand and tell the world that we will never regret not giving up. "
The hourglass records our time and eternal love.
Forgetting, will also become eternal, and go on tirelessly.
Go home for the holidays
time flies
Some people, some things, some things, you can't define, but you can only accept.
In my life, I will meet many people and many things. We can't forgive people if we meet in a narrow road. This is how everyone spends their lives. Tapping on a notebook to record the past can send you thousands of miles away, and there will always be a moment to stop.
A small change in five years, a big change in ten years, days pass by, and time passes by. Write down the past as much as possible, don't hide it in your heart. It has been more than ten years since I can remember! Today is also the time to make a small summary. If we are lucky, maybe tomorrow we can completely forget the past years. It is a good thing or a bad thing to change from one person to another without previous memories. My parents are old and their health is not as strong as before. As a son, I have an obligation to bear the responsibility of being a son. To tell the truth, I am really grateful to my mother for giving birth to me and raising me through hard work. I can't forget what my father's serious face taught me when I was a child. Without the stick of the past, there would be no dutiful son today. It's hard to be a man, and it's even harder to be someone else's child! Isn't it? Father's love and mother's love don't occupy much place in my heart! But what my parents gave me will never be used up in my life. People often say that "parents are children's first teachers". Remember when our parents taught us to read the three-character classics when we were young? Parents hold books and point to the words in the books to teach us one by one. The same nature varies from upbringing to upbringing. But I couldn't understand the good intentions of being a parent at first. I'm really sorry. As time goes by, children grow up day by day, and their parents get old day by day. I realized my parents' love and hardships. Actually, my childhood was not perfect. My father left a shadow on me when I began to understand, but I didn't blame my father for doing so. Every family has a difficult experience, and every family has a difficult experience. Because my father has to bear the burden of a family, he can't work in other provinces and rarely comes back. I am very vague about my father's appearance and often forget it. But I will never forget my father's teaching, which is such a simple and clear sentence (think twice before doing anything, and make the worst prediction in everything to get the best result). Now that I think about it, there is nothing wrong with this sentence, which is very suitable for dealing with people.
Man: It's never too old to learn. I have absorbed the knowledge of life all my life.
Emotional story
How many people are still living in the dust?
The fragrance of the flower dock is lingering with the rhyme, and the moonlight is ink on the curtain hook;
Red candle tears splashed on the west window, and the flowers were fragrant;
The wind shadow shakes the shallow pool, and the light rain knocks the Qing merchants;
Who can laugh and drink green flowers when floating light leaves old smoke?
Spring has gone and come, and the flowers have faded and bloomed. The dead are gone, day and night, unconsciously, by mid-April, the gear of time has run over the carpet of half a spring, and in this way, spring began to wither and wither in its picturesque prosperity, unpredictable.
The locust tree outside the window stands for thousands of years, sleeping in the dust of the sun, and the twigs are covered with lush leaves, brewing silent memories of the past. Occasionally, the wind gently sweeps the Spring Festival. This lonely flower, in a dense time, has gone through one journey after another with the years, gathering the vicissitudes of fate, being silent about the unknown changes in temperature and telling endless memories. I looked at them quietly, and the desolation in my eyes gradually slid along the deep trajectory, pulling out a shadow like a breeze and slanting willows in my heart, and being carried away by the vague trivial things of the past.
Eyes locked, looking at Xinghua Village in the distance, the moonlight went up to the east wall, locked the lotus window, and your mottled old reflection got into the blinds and nailed it to the thin painting yarn. With the gesture of memory, I stood beside the beautiful water Mae, silently chanting the colorful words on the bay leaves, hanging my sleeves, looking at the flowers in the mirror, gently holding the lines cut by time, sewing the plum blossom knots of memory in my hands, coming and going freely, embroidering lingering side by side in the misty rain alley, and smiling like flowers and colorful beside the quiet lotus in the flower dock.
But I didn't expect that days, like rootless wind, floated outside my window, becoming the flowers of thousands of feet, lingering into the glitz of thousands of feet. It was light when it rained, and cold when it snowed, but I unconsciously drank the years, watching migratory birds come and go in spring, from one place to another, and in another way to another. Change seasons, take turns, perform opaque mirrors, and play an intricate game of chess. I settled down without saying a word and gently spread out the paper. Your old smile still falls on my painting like a drop of ink, stepping on the flowers in my memory. Your figure has flown to Qian Shan, and I don't know where to stand.
Looking back at Xiaoxiang, my hands are burning incense, and there is nowhere to find the old light. Now that you are out of my city, I am out of your city. I turn around on the left bank and you swim across the right bank. What flows quietly in the middle is the amber fleeting time swept by Mei Dai, a memory stained with time. Perhaps, I gently twist the sand I miss here, and you gently cut the forgotten yarn there. I see the wind at the end of the world, and you listen to the wind at the ends of the earth. Since then, I have known myself in the cold and warm, face to face in the rivers and lakes.
If you have a dream, you will gather and disperse, walk around, sigh and be happy. The once prosperous title page, the title page that once vowed to remember firmly, was buried by the bullet marks of time, and the clear page numbers were buried. You can only skim the book, but you can't hear the sincere feelings and appreciate each other. I don't want to get to the bottom of it Who left without saying goodbye first, turned around and threw a decisive look, I can't pursue it. Maybe it is fate, sometimes it is discrete. Whether singing the smile at the bottom of the peach blossom fan or dancing under the willow heart, the wind that glides through the fingertips and the misty haze of the moon will eventually be buried in the grave of memory by the sand dripping from time.
After walking too many roads and seeing too many sights, I finally understand that everything is the cup of numerology. No matter how much water there is in the pool, it will eventually rise in summer, dry in winter, and finally do nothing; The sand and gravel in the garden in the valley will eventually be weathered and cracked and scattered into sand after being washed by rain and sunshine. No matter how firm the friendship is, even if it was argued at that time that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, it would never give up. However, times have changed, and things have changed, leaving broken walls with eyes full of sadness. The fragrant memories of the old days will also be cut in two by the weathered meat cleaver in the years. Who wants to hold the broken past that can't be closed in the old moss-covered empty city?
Flowers have withered, and the coming year can be more brilliant; The tea is cold, so it can be boiled with clear water. However, once the deep friendship hidden in the years is scattered, it will never be a complete dish, a warm circle or a real whisper.
Pick a red flower, a green leaf, warm a pot of faint moonlight, combine a simple string, hook a line of relief, sit quietly at the end of the world, and fold the notes with your hands. A pile of overturned eyebrows turned into a ship in a short time, letting it leave with a sigh in the ocean of time; The long-suppressed friendship between the two stacks has become a string, which is lingering and broken in the hands of fiddlers; Three stacks of nagging sadness and memories have turned into haze, let them drift away in the misty waves of emotions, and go home.
Farewell from now on, eyebrow eye is safe, bright and safe. You are in Qian Shan, I am in the water, I walk in the wind to see flowers, you walk in the fog to see water, the wind and fog are distinct, I am not looking back at the past world, nor whispering about the past. You, like a romantic moon with fingertips sliding, come at dusk and leave in the morning, and we will never see each other again.