My heart is still in pain, like a fire spreading. -inscription
The wind, blowing mercilessly, messed up my hair, and the sadness in my eyes could no longer be suppressed, and tears slipped unconsciously across my cheeks. Heart, it hurts from time to time, it hurts. Looking back suddenly, everything that once belonged to me disappeared, and even humble happiness and happiness were displaced, becoming lost memories and indelible scars.
I don't know why, but my world will become so desolate if I'm not careful. Although I am now a corner forgotten by my friends, I don't want to complain or find a reason to leave me. Just bury the existing injury and loneliness in my heart and endure the suffering in full swing. Yesterday, I was happy because of my friends. Today, I feel depressed about the loss. What I can't understand is that in my life, those creepy wars are always inevitable, which makes me have to choose to escape and give up again and again. In fact, I don't want to do that either, but the fear will still make me unprepared and burst into tears.
Although forgetting will make me live a better life, as far as I am concerned, I can't help but recall in forgetting, recalling the past, and recalling the ups and downs bit by bit. At this time, although I told myself over and over again that the past has passed, I still can't help but miss that shallow memory. As for those who can't forget, Qianshan had to follow me all the time, going back and forth, ups and downs.
Suddenly, when I looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, I found that I was not what I used to be, and I became indifferent. To tell the truth, every day, I live very tired. At school, I always pretend to be strong, not to cry, but to smile in front of others. However, I no longer need others' concern for me, no longer need others' charity, and I don't allow others to enter my world. Because my wound is still bleeding, I don't want to be hurt and hit again. In fact, I understand that the inner world is full of extreme desolation and helplessness.
Life is like this. It's cruel and suffocating. Although everyone will lose, and their hearts will ache faintly, everyone will grow up day by day after losing, and gradually know how to love and cherish.
Perhaps, my world has really been closed, and I can no longer open my heart. I no longer have the beauty I lost. If it can come back and meet me again, I think I will never cry or remember.
Lost Beautiful Excellent Composition 2 A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. Everything is born beautiful, and life is fragrant everywhere. Our feelings of beauty come from the heart, but our understanding of shortcomings also comes from the heart. Sometimes we lose our understanding of the real beauty of things, not that beauty no longer exists, but that our inner windows are soaked with dust and blur our eyes.
Human nature is beautiful, but sometimes when we face things, the heart wrapped in matter always blurs our understanding of the truth. It's like we get along with others day by day, but in the process of getting along, we are more and more critical of other people's shortcomings, and often ignore our own shortcomings. We always stay away from them because of personality differences, and judge others' right and wrong from our own perspective. At present, there are many misunderstandings and contradictions in our life, and the relationship between people is becoming increasingly tense. All this stems from the fact that it is easier for us to find other people's mistakes than to find our own, and it is easier to blame others than to review ourselves. Therefore, in the interaction with others, we are often blinded by our own complacency and ignorance of introspection, and we can't see each other's beauty at all, nor can we find our own shortcomings. On the other hand, if we keep our eyes on things, we will find that there are so many wonderful highlights in others, and our own self-reflection is more real and beautiful, and we will feel that the lost beauty is so touching. Erasing the dust from the window of the soul will make up for some of its own shortcomings and make it better.
Not only do others have beautiful colors, but they are also beautiful. Unfortunately, the sludge of interests stands in front of human beings and nature. People can only see the shining golden light behind the shady vegetation, the coal mine treasures under the green mountains and green waters, and the elegant copper smell among the flowers. But once the dirt of interest is washed away, it will naturally shine in people's eyes. In our hearts, we will see the nature that has lost its benefits, full of fragrance and flowers. The willow dance is enchanting, and the flower smile is charming, which will naturally appear unprecedented exquisite and beautiful.
Wipe away the dust of the soul, face nature, and natural spring blossoms. The gloom and gloom in our hearts will be replaced by beauty, and we will regain love and hope and regain the beauty lost in our hearts.
Clouds in the sky disperse, water dries up pearl dew. Wipe away the dust from the window of the soul, and we will find our perception of beauty. We will see that people's brilliance is naturally exquisite and charming; We will also see the truest self fully revealed, and we will see that life is colorful and wonderful.
Wipe the window of the soul and regain the beauty lost in the soul.
Who lost the beautiful and excellent composition 3? Who left the tradition of China yesterday and welcomed foreign customs with a smiling face that worships foreign things and flatters foreign countries? We, accidentally lost something, who secretly cried in the dark night?
Spring Festival is the biggest festival in China. Time gradually wears away its light, like a meteor, leaving only dust, which is mercilessly left in the darkness by time, replaced by a sound of "Merry Christmas!" " Spring Festival travel rush, like a game, was defeated by the tide in silence and gradually disappeared into people's sight. Yes, the competition can only leave the final winner, only the winner of "Christmas". In the noisy city, how many people still remember the origin and customs of the Spring Festival? The warmth of setting off fireworks on New Year's Eve, the happiness of eating New Year's Eve, and whether the joy and warmth of saying "Congratulations on getting rich" only stay in childhood. Remember the joy of sitting in front of the TV and watching the Spring Festival Gala when I was a child? The expectation of staying in front of the TV is being replaced by "Korean dramas" on the Internet step by step, isn't it? The pace of following the trend stops at1February 25th: Street snacks are full of European and American customs. Most young people gathered here, eating spaghetti and praising Michelangelo's superb carving skills. In western-style restaurants, waltz smells of coffee, and the sweet taste fills the whole room. In contrast, Chinese restaurants are deserted. In the supermarket, the figure of Santa Claus is swaying. People bless each other and bury the Spring Festival in the memory of their ancestors. ...
Twelve o'clock in the morning The electric fan is still whirring. The light is shaking all over the room, so it's boring to be blind. There are piles of books on the desk, mostly Korean novels and Japanese cartoons. The most striking is China's four classical novels. They were the first to be stationed here, but they were still the latest. You can't imagine how long they stayed, but you can't imagine how new they are. Now, more and more novels and cartoons are covered on it. As the saying goes: come from behind. Perhaps it is their destiny to be forgotten by history.
There is also a novel on the desk. The wind shook its body and whistled. The characters in the illustrations of the novel are all smiling. No one knows about Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions.
Is secretly crying. She is always forgotten. At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the beautiful women in A Dream of Red Mansions have fallen asleep. They dreamed that they were all the rage in China. However, people in the novel are secretly looking around. ...
No one knows that China's traditions are gradually being forgotten. That profound culture, that beautiful yearning, is leaving step by step. Maybe in the future, we will never find that forgotten beauty again. ...
I lost my beautiful excellent composition. 4 Staring at that photo, my thoughts flew far away. .
"Don't be sad, grandpa. I will accompany you when grandma leaves. " I don't know how long my memory was sealed, but I suddenly woke up. Autumn is the season of parting. In autumn, I lost my grandfather who loved me the most. Suddenly, my world became dark. Why did you leave? Why did you leave me alone?
Grandpa, I told you, I will accompany you all over the streets. I said I would accompany you all my life to find "good news". I know that when people leave this world, when I see you tossing and turning in pain in your hospital bed, when I see you wandering between heaven and earth, when I see you struggling in the hands of fate, when I see you resisting in the face of death, I feel very painful. Everyone told me that your illness was incurable, everyone. Remember the sentence you said to me when you were out of your mind, "study hard." I feel very sad that you still miss me. My heart almost broke when I saw you groaning in pain in the hospital bed. Grandpa, don't go. I need you. What should I do when you leave? I really hope that the pain will be transferred to myself. It's worth it as long as you don't work so hard. However, you left, forever, and you just left me cold memories. I hate myself for not being with you to the end. I hate myself for not knowing that it was your last night in the world. I hate my mother, and she is still so ignorant that she drags me home and sleeps peacefully. I have missed you for almost a year, but I have never missed you less. I really want to try to think about where you are. However, reason tells me that when you leave, I will always sleep.
Last time I saw you in the hospital, I was just a cold corpse. You can't spoil me with MengMeng, and you can't go shopping with me anymore. When I put white linen on you at the funeral home, I didn't even dare to think that grandpa lying in the ice coffin always loved me and hurt me. When I saw you lying in the ice coffin, I didn't cry, but I found that the tears had already flowed. I wandered alone in the back hill of the funeral home, letting the tears flow drop by drop. Grandpa, don't blame me for being so weak. I just don't want you to leave. I was just thinking about those cold memories, and you only left me memories. A tear fell to the ground, but you didn't touch my head again and said, "Be good and be strong." You're gone, forever. Everyone told me that it was true. .
Lost Beauty Excellent Composition 5 "... I always look for my lost beauty along the way with your loving smile, and accidentally wipe away the tears that slipped from my mouth. No amount of scenery has ever stopped, just to find my lost beauty ... "Angela Zhang's Lost Beauty is on my lips, and I don't think about my lost beauty ... My playful, playful, naive, naive, and dolls that have accompanied me for many years have become precious title pages in my memory.
I used to fish for stars in a small river. I believe that the brightest one must belong to me. I once picked the fruit from the tree and tasted the joy of success. I once played hide-and-seek among trees, and a string of silvery smiles went straight into my heart. It seems that the laughter of my friends is still ringing in my ears.
I don't know when, all my things were put into my schoolbag and stuffed into the long way to bid farewell to my childhood.
Looking back, the time of the soul is going backwards. When I was a child, I walked into the stream, holding sand and stone in my hand, and was buried in the long river of memory forever.
Open the photo album at will, and the familiar smiling faces really make me feel warm. When we were young, we children ran into the fields and shuttled through the golden rice fields. Laughter echoed in the sky, and I felt crazy. ...
Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I experienced many cycles. Every laugh, every experience, every touch, has now become an incomparable attachment to childhood. Time has smoothed everything out, but I understand the true meaning of life and the sincerity of friendship.
I set foot on another journey of my life, stopped in a hurry, stroking the footsteps of the years, and stared back. I was stunned by a thorn in my road. So far, only a row of clear footprints have been left, straight or messy. Vaguely reminds me of growing up. Together, these details of growing up are my dreamlike childhood life.
I sighed deeply, sighing for me, the innocent happiness I once had was involved in the huge river of memory with time and no longer existed; I sigh deeply, sighing for the loss of childhood; I deeply sigh, because I lost this beauty. When you realize that a ten-carat diamond is more precious than glass, you have grown up sadly. When you no longer like dolls, you have already said goodbye to your childhood.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and time flies. It's been a long time before you know it. The waves fade away, the bubbles gather and disperse, and only the bits and pieces of childhood shine in the sky of memory forever.
When I didn't turn on the light, I stood by the window silently, watching the dark night slowly weaving the sky and the opposite roof. I think even if I lost my childhood and lost that beauty, I don't have to be too sad. Compared with this, we still have a precious future, don't we?