I stepped on a piece of black land. I don't belong in this city. Frankly speaking, I don't like this city either, but fate has arranged for me to come to this city. Although I have lived here for more than ten years, I have always been a stranger to her, just like a passer-by. Imagine yourself as a homeless prodigal son and enjoy the scenery on the road. Isn't it better to spend your life in Qian Shan than to stay in a birdcage-like room? Blow a few out-of-tune whistles when you are proud, lie on the grass or look at the changing clouds in the sky when you are frustrated ... If you can't pretend to lose face, just jump and shout. This is the naked self, so as to truly embrace life, embrace life and embrace the world.
I know where I come from, but I don't know where I'm going. I have no relatives in my heart, but my heart is still kind. Every inch of her land, her mountains and rivers, her customs and strong local accent are the most cordial in my memory. Who can tell us: where is home? Where is eternity? "Everyone dies, and we can't bear to hate swallowing." These are the last two sentences of "Hate Fu" written by Jiang Yan, who is called "Jiang Lang". A ginseng who sees through ups and downs and the door of life and death is detached. A person comes from infinity, does limited things, and then returns to infinity. Isn't it soon?
Many things are fleeting, and new ones come again. The world is big and small, wonderful and helpless, reasonable and unreasonable. At this time, we don't have to cry sadly and say, "Isn't the world as beautiful as we thought?" Everything is repeating, and the past should be recycled. Qian Shan is just a mountain, and ten thousand waters are just a piece of water. All the prospects are just a bumpy journey.
Nothing can stay, and nothing will belong to us forever … Looking at the stars in the night sky, crystal clear, when will the wandering heart stop …
The answer is floating in my heart. Everything came to me unconsciously, which caught me off guard and I didn't know what to do. Consciously or unintentionally, I am doing something that I don't know right or wrong. More often, I am not studying, but dealing with what I did wrong, because I have to pay the corresponding price for what I did.
Most days, I blame my classmates, my teachers, my parents and God. I spent a long and lonely night complaining. Sometimes I comfort myself: "Go your own way and say what others like." But after countless days of failure and frustration, I gradually realized that I was deceiving myself, but I couldn't control myself, and I was still deceiving myself like this.
Every day, my wandering life is like a fast-paced song. Beating notes accompany the pace of my life and accompany me through a busy day. Life is like a poem, and there are some wonderful moments in haste.
In the morning, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and got out of bed. There is a "love breakfast" made by my mother on the table in the living room. I took a few quick bites, then grabbed my schoolbag and ran to school.
Birds sing softly in the air, and butterflies draw beautiful arcs on the grass. But I don't have time to pay attention to these, just go to school by bike, and a busy day begins.
Come to the classroom, take out your textbooks and start reading. Lang Lang's reading voice made me quickly immerse myself in the ocean of books. I wanted to immerse myself in it all the time, but I had to collect my homework as soon as the bell rang. Every day, some students don't finish their homework. I need to write down their names and give them to the substitute teacher. Then, the urgent bell rang, and I began the longest study life in a day. ...
In math class, annoying numbers jump between papers; In English class, letters fly around in my head; In Chinese class, large and small square characters form beautiful poems; In the history class, the scene of Xia, Shang and Zhou seems to be in front of us ... So the day's class ended in busyness and happiness. ...
In the evening, I rode home with my friends. After dinner, turn on the light and do your homework. The night is dim, and several stars twinkle in the sky. I am trying to write, the table is full of toilet paper, and there are all kinds of counseling materials on the bed. At about nine o'clock, I finished my homework and began to clean up this happy mess. The busy day is finally over.
This is the rhythm of life. I am busy and happy every day …
Day 1: Wei Wei
Some people say that the heart of youth is a wandering, and it seems to be looking for a mysterious thing.
Some people say that dreams come from the wandering of youth, and the soul of youth is wandering.
Some people say that the wandering of youth is to find their own dreams.
..... Youth is wandering, crossing the ocean of time, but never returning halfway. And this ocean of youth seems boundless. When can I reach the other side of my dream? Didn't you say that everything depends on your own efforts to succeed? In the ocean of youth, we also need our own correct navigation and our own efforts. Youth wandering is to find their own dreams, but also to dream of flying bravely under a blue sky.
Now, I am still drifting, dreaming of flying! On the way of drifting, I saw scenes of life, which was the scenery I dreamed of flying on the way of drifting. I not only saw a lot, but also learned a lot. I know how to laugh at all setbacks in drifting and get up bravely. No matter how many thorns there are, I will bravely take the first step. I know the truth that after a storm comes a calm. ...
Flowers bloom and fall, and another day leaves us. It turns out that time is passing, but there is no nostalgia. But I firmly believe that we can stand the test and our dream will come true soon.
The waves hit me, very cold, but my heart is warm. The more waves, the closer the dream is. Flying high is not a distant dream.
The sun is in the sky and shines for us; Clouds are in the air, smiling at us; The stars in the sky are shining for us ... we can always hear the sound of "dream" flowers blooming for us when they are all over the mountains.
Wandering in the ocean of youth is a kind of happiness and enjoyment. We must try our best to find our dreams in drifting.
I want to dream of flying in drift and fly bravely!
My letter to my family (1), while wandering abroad, has entered the golden autumn, but today it is hotter than the dog days. The sun is close to the top of the head, like a huge fireball, kissing people unscrupulously and irresistible. The wind wafted through my ears, like a stream of heat, constantly being tossed by the sun. The students rushed out of the classroom with the tail of class between their legs, trying to go home and blow air conditioning to avoid the sun, like a grinning devil. I watched the dust raised by my classmates running, and I walked behind alone. Tiny gravel dancing in the sun, flustered.
Turning the corner, my eyes suddenly lit up, my throat was like a mass of cotton, and I was too excited to make a sound. Well, that's my cousin! She stood in front of the newly opened clothing store on the street, holding a resume soaked in sweat in her hand and vomiting.
My cousin used to work in Guangdong and finally came back. I'm so excited. I quickly ran over, "elder sister, just get off? Why are you still vomiting? Go, go back quickly. " "Nothing-this year's financial crisis, why didn't I find a good job earlier?" Cousin hasn't changed much, with long hair and dark skin, but her face looks more gaunt, which is hard to imagine at her age of twenty.
I didn't continue this topic because I understood it clearly. Besides, it breaks my heart when I imagine it.
I waited for her, but she didn't do it for fear that I would get sunstroke. She couldn't convince me, so she had to keep me waiting. My cousin suddenly staggered and turned pale when the examiner called her name. She must have suffered from heatstroke. She stood up and took my hand. The examiner said, leave your resume here and come back for an interview tomorrow. You said your physical fitness was so poor that you couldn't resist 38 degrees. So the success rate of coming to work here is very low. My cousin didn't contradict me. I glanced at the examiner who was drinking green tea with a fan, and my eyes were full of disdain.
Wandering people struggle to make ends meet.
A busy life, a busy life without a fixed place.
I wish you a happy new year: no small peas on your face, no streaky belly on your body, and a big hat on your head. 30 this year, 28 next year, always a flower. Give birth to a fat doll!
Send you a holiday cake: the first floor, happy! Second floor, greetings! The third layer, sweet! Fourth floor, warm! The middle layer is very thick and intimate! The decorated flowers are full, bless! I wish you a happy New Year! Have a good mood every day!
How are you now? Are you happy today? Have you received my blessing from afar? Light 365 candles for you, just to bless you forever.
All beauty comes from sincerity and frankness. Although years will not repeat and innocence will not reappear, a sincere blessing will make you happy every day!
A cold and warm sentence, a noisy line; A reminder, a handed note; Expect each other wholeheartedly; One, I miss it all my life.
The new year has come to send you a good mood: no matter how much water the sea is, how great the mountains are, how many legs spiders have, and how spicy the peppers are, in short, you are the most beautiful and never regret being happy!
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In this long summer vacation, I wandered around the Three Gorges in Chongqing on the 5th, standing at the bow of the boat, only feeling the river wind blowing head-on. The rivers are vast, the water level rises, the low hills are almost isolated from the world, and the mountains are no longer steep. I, immersed in this vast expanse, feel the broadening of my horizons and let the cleanest air of nature baptize my soul. However, deep down, an outrageous tide made me restless for a long time. ...
Just because of the tour guide's words, with the development of the Three Gorges Dam, the river surface of the Three Gorges gradually rises. In order to reach the height of 1.75 meters, 10,000 mu of farmland turned into foam in the water, leaving only horribly white branches and leaves in the green forest. How many mountains and bridges will be destroyed? How many villages and counties will become underwater worlds? But these are not the point, because these are never comparable to the tears of homeless people and homesickness. ...
Millions of immigrants, I believe everyone has heard of these five words, but how many people know that this short period of several years is a touching eulogy! An old lady who was over eighty suddenly stopped when she left her hometown, then suddenly turned around, then suddenly knelt down and knocked her head heavily. These unexpected actions made everyone present red-eyed, and everything around her suddenly became quiet, as if the air could not bear to break this solemnity. After a long time, people hurriedly lifted the old man up, leaving a small piece of shade on the ground. Is it too deep and heavy? Or do you want to leave a small part of your soul and protect your hometown forever?
The tour guide witnessed this scene with her own eyes, because she is one of millions of immigrants. She cried all the time when she told us about all kinds of immigrants. She's back, she's back as a tour guide, and she wants to stay in Wushan, an old county town that gave birth to her, raised her and raised her. Although it is gone now, she wants more distant tourists to remember this historical land, the uniqueness of this mysterious coffin and the precipitousness of this plank road. I believe that only when the dam is completed and all the deposited memories are in this city will she leave this area.
I don't know why, when I set foot on this land of conflict in Chongqing, my nose is always sour. The ever-changing motherland is galloping on the road of progress. When we build a proud milestone, we look back and see how many Chinese people and their personal interests are paving the way for our glory. Yes! The motherland is progressing too fast. What does this seemingly solid land, this seemingly unhurried mountain look like after many years?
There is no one who doesn't miss his hometown, which is exactly what he said:
Why are there tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply.
Years stopped to move forward, leaving a promise to erase traces and witness me and the harvest.
I am sensible, determined to learn and have the ability. My parents gave me hope, I am confident, and I believe I am open-minded. My parents and teachers looked at me as a good boy, excellent and praised by others. This situation did not last. I didn't want to pay for the exam in the second day of junior high school, and I didn't encounter too many bumps until I found that everything was as smooth as I thought. I worked hard, but I clearly realized that it was too late to make mistakes.
I wish I could go back and change my journey. I will seize every wing and manage it well. I will take every path that belongs to me seriously. I know this fantasy, and I hope that the facts have been planted, the experiment has failed, the root of the mistake has been found, the lessons have been summed up, and then I am ready to meet the challenge again and find my own blue.
You need to pay your sweat to harvest your destiny, and you will always control your own journey. Sunshine is always abundant, and wind and rain are more expensive. I am afraid of failure, but I am more afraid of losing myself. The key is to put it into practice and prove it.
I'm disappointed that the road is not bumpy. I go forward and believe that movies belong to blue.
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