You walked through my world 1 It began to rain in the alley again, and the coolness of the night crept into my heart. The whole alley was filled with water vapor, and I remembered that woman's hearty voice, accompanied by a drizzle, quietly walked through my world.
In summer, all kinds of people pass by the alley every day, selling products, delivering liquefied gas and collecting garbage. Selling watermelons, she stood guard in the alley until dark.
Every night around 5: 00 or 6: 00, a woman's cry rings on time like an alarm clock: "Watermelon is as big as a boat!" " "Try a piece of bai, this iced watermelon sauce; Triangular teeth, the size of a boat, the flesh of rock sugar! " This voice, loud and clear, gets into the ear and is almost everywhere. In the summer evening, it was hot and dry, and her shrill cries were even more annoying. There are many outspoken people in the alley. They always open the window to calm her down when she gets up and makes a hullabaloo about. She kept smiling, her eyebrows curved as if she didn't care, and she appeared on time the next day. "If it were me, I wouldn't have come long ago." I thought to myself.
Occasionally, only a few people pass by her booth, only to hear her bargaining loudly with others, and the smile on her face is simple and kind. In order to protect customers, nearby fruit shops cut watermelons into pieces and put them in boxes, which is both sanitary and convenient. Therefore, people prefer to go to fruit shops to buy. In order to earn more money, she insists on staying up late every day. In the dim light, her figure was drawn very long. In this city, this woman in a foreign land is alone, struggling to run her own watermelon stall to make a living. She should also feel lonely, right?
It was another hot afternoon, and the alley suddenly became lively. I opened the window and stuck my head out. It was dark in the sunny day, and all the business people in the alley cleaned up their stalls in a hurry and came back anxiously. Suddenly, the shrill cry rang again: "It's going to rain, take the clothes away quickly!" " Then, as she ran, she shouted, "Take away your clothes, it's raining!" " ! ""The rain is getting denser and denser. I saw a woman running in the rain. Her loud voice and the sound of rain are also running in the alley. Not far away, her watermelon stall is being drenched by heavy rain.
The rain has stopped, and it's already dusk. Under the street lamp, the woman's hair hangs untidily. She didn't want to tidy herself, so she was busy tidying up the booth. Tonight, I deliberately went around her booth, picked a round melon, paid the money and left with a smile. This smile is for the woman who sells watermelons and for myself, which makes my heart a little warmer.
"The world kissed me with pain, and I will repay it with a song." The hardships of life and the contempt of the neighborhood are all revealed by the smile on her mouth. She still sells melons with her loud voice and insists on her insistence.
After the summer passed, she never came again. Looking at the corner that once belonged to her not far away, the loss in my heart slowly rises.
She walked through my world, leaving a light and heavy sum.
You walked through my world. You walked through my world. You may not remember, but I still think of you from time to time.
"Wheat bar, wheat bar ..." Recently, an old man selling wheat bars came to our community. Every day, his damned horn wakes me up from my sleep.
It was a crisp autumn morning, and I was awakened by the noise of selling. I don't have to worry about this old man selling wheat cakes. It's really annoying not to let people sleep well on rest days. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, tossing and turning in bed, thinking: I can't sleep anyway. Instead of lying here, I might as well get up and go out, see the scenery in the morning, breathe the fresh air, try the old man's craft and see what it looks like.
So, I got up, took the change and ran downstairs for a walk, followed the peddler to find the old man selling wheat cakes. I saw that the old man was surrounded by a large group of people, and only the three red characters of "Mai Eighteen" at the rear of the car were exposed, which was particularly dazzling. These customers include 70-year-olds and 80-year-olds with crutches, primary school students and fashionable aunts who like to eat coarse grains ... "No wonder he peddles every day, so his business is so good," I thought. So I put the money in my hand and said, "Grandpa, give me two wheat skins, too." The old man took money in one hand and two handfuls of wheat in the other, put them in the bag and gently said to me, "Be careful of burning your hands. Take care. " I took it, took out a peeled one and took a bite. The taste is really sweet but not greasy, soft and with a faint fragrance of tung leaves! I looked at the old man carefully. Although years have carved ravines on his face, his face is always filled with a spring-like smile.
I walked back while eating wheat bran. I was stopped by the old man just after a few steps. My heart thumped and I felt puzzled. I already paid for it. What do you want me to do？ Who knows, the old man took eight dollars out of his pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Little friend, you paid ten dollars. I was so busy just now that I didn't have time to change money for you. I am really sorry! " I suddenly realized that looking at the money handed by the old man, I suddenly felt that the old man's voice sounded so kind. Look at the old man's wok again. There are not many wheat cakes left, so I said, "I'll buy some more wheat cakes with the rest of the money. The old man put all the remaining ears of wheat in my pocket. I counted and found two more, but I didn't have that much money with me. I don't want to take advantage of others, let alone such a big old man! " I quickly said, "Grandpa, there are two more. I don't want them. " The old man said to me, "You bought so many, and I'll give you the remaining two, just as a discount!" " "Say that finish, the old man pushed the car away.
The figure of the old man is drifting away, and only the red word "wheat cake" is deeply imprinted in my mind. ...
You walked through my world. In the distant dusk, her thin figure appeared in front of my eyes.
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I met her at the bottom of the row of cold bookshelves.
The book cover is gilded and the paper is slightly yellowed. I grabbed the gray test paper in my hand and pulled her out of the bookshelf.
The afterglow of the sunset shone into the study, on me and her in my hand standing quietly by the window.
Jane Eyre, an ordinary girl, a poor girl and a strong girl. Like a grass growing in the cracks, it will be defeated by fate, but it can't let her lose hope.
As always, she kept herself green in the storm that life gave her.
No matter when, she always has a set of attitude towards life. When she was sent to boarding school, she was at a loss. She was nervous when she first arrived at Hildo's house. She was sad when she knew that the person she loved was a bigamist, and calm when she got her cousin's inheritance ... After several ups and downs, she developed a proud spirit. Indifferent to fame and fortune, kindness and innocence are her life creed. Of course, she did.
In the words of Mr. Rochester, "You are really a little fairy, born as a human being, long as a human being, and you love to play tricks on people." Indeed, Jane inherited her mother's fairy advantages and dared to pursue her own happiness. However, she also tasted the human suffering after her mother's death, but don't forget that she is Jane Eyre, Jane Eyre who never gives up! She braved the wind and waves to overcome all difficulties, and with her own efforts, kindness and perseverance, she was accompanied by her beloved for the rest of her life. What a touching and compassionate girl!
Trembling slightly, I closed the book, blinked my tired eyes, slowly turned my head and looked out of the window. It is covered with a layer of flaming clouds in Phnom Penh, blue and white students in twos and threes, and dark gray cement floor. The scenery outside the window is infinitely beautiful, but now there is only one person in front of me-Jane Eyre. She stood straight in front of me, looking at an empty direction.
"Is it because I am poor, obscure, plain and short that I have no soul and no heart?" A female voice is exploding in my ear. Anger, questioning, unyielding ... all the feelings quickly occupied my brain, making me unable to calm down for a long time. I admire her for saying such a thing, and I am deeply moved by her strength. That kind of unwillingness, that kind of self-esteem, that kind of heart that is not lower than anyone else, don't I need to learn?
If I were Jane Eyre ... I, no, what would she do? I clenched my hand and let it go, and my mouth was a little curved. Even if I am not Jane Eyre, I will be strong. Firmly face everything, face all the setbacks and failures in life, and face all the inner losses. Like Jane Eyre, from weak, ordinary to great, become strong. After all, she and I both have our own souls.
The sunset has dyed the walls of the teaching building for some years into strange lavender, which is connected with the bamboo forest and faded the original color together. Night arrival.
Sitting in my seat, I can't help looking at the dark and hazy sky, just like the back of a monster in the distance. Eyes flashing, jumping, and finally landed on the warm orange light.
In the distant dusk, I saw her thin figure again
You walked through my world in 800 words. 4 "Get up and apologize to him!" "Sharp words are not quarrelling with anyone, but" orders "from generate in a hurry. Who is he? Can you guess? By the way, he is my best friend-Hu Huan. If acquaintance is a kind of fate and gathering is a continuation of fate, it is a godsend to be an iron friend again. He met in my world and took special care of me and never changed.
He and I care about each other like brothers. I often blurt out: "Good buddy, you are my best friend!" " ! "His concern for me is reflected in the dribs and drabs of daily life. Had such a painful experience, let me deeply remember his kindness. One day before the National Day, we finished lunch as usual, and the three of us met and sat in the aisle chatting together. Enjoying the pleasure of tea break after dinner, I had no idea that a bloody battle was coming. Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly felt something fall on my head behind me, and there was no response at all. Then I fainted, turned upside down and fell to the ground face down in an instant.
Opening my eyes, I subconsciously touched the sore spot on my face-my mouth, my god! Hands instantly covered with blood, still dripping. The classmate next to him exclaimed, "Oh, my teeth are all broken!" " My tears can't be closed anymore, and they don't work. It turned out that I was severely hit by a classmate who kept retreating, and my front teeth fell directly to the ground. He was cheated, too, and was at a loss. At this moment, Hu Huan stood up from the ground and shouted to him, "Look at what you've done. You've broken all the other teeth. Why are you still sitting there? Get up, apologize to Ming Hong Jun and go to the infirmary. " After firing a bullet for a while, I quickly took the initiative to help me walk to the school hospital, comforting me as I walked: "It doesn't matter, it's all over, it's just a big deal to plant teeth." When I arrived at the school hospital, I was carefully settled in a chair and explained the situation to the doctor and class teacher Yu who arrived later.
The situation is not good, because one of the front teeth is broken in half, revealing nerves, and needs to go to a special stomatological hospital for treatment immediately. Hu Huan said to me after knowing the injury: "Come on! Ming Hong Jun, you can do it. " Finally, I made a special trip back to the classroom to help me pack my schoolbag and send it to the car where my parents came to pick me up at the school gate. This incident made me really see what friendship is: the critical moment can give you the greatest help and the best comfort.
Not only this, but many times at school, he showed me his brother's friendship with his younger brother and played with me when I was bored. Comfort me when I am sad and make me happy; Encourage me when I am depressed and get my confidence back ... These are my best friendships with Hu Huan.
I cherish you walking through my world. Our friendship is as fragrant as wine.
You walked through my world. The composition is 800 words. 5 "The rain wet the sky and carefully destroyed it."
The sky is full of dark clouds, and I don't know when the rain will fall on my head. In the field of vision, it is surrounded by rain. The scenery around us is getting darker. The green trees make people shine, and the rain on the leaves drips from time to time, embracing the earth. The birds sang more clearly after the rain. Walking on the way home, freedom and leisure filled my whole body.
Suddenly, a lively little guy appeared in front of me. I stopped and squatted down to take a closer look. It turned out to be a distant snail. I touched it carefully, but it shrank its little head shyly and dared not look me in the eye. The rain suddenly danced above my head, getting bigger and bigger. I wrapped the snail in my palm and ran home with a few fingers to protect it.
The snail lives in a small bottle. There are many leaves in the bottle. I guess it must be hungry. Sure enough, it slowly poked its head out, first carefully detected it with two "radars", and then began to bite holes in the leaves at will. After eating, it climbed to the bottle mouth. Look at the bottle that can't get out and repeat this action over and over again. For a moment, it suddenly occurred to me that in the snail's view, the' one flower, one grass and one tree' I met may be its whole world. In its world, only ants can "compare" with it. I am a giant who suddenly broke into its life.
Perhaps, I can feed the snail and take it to see the beautiful scenery in my eyes, but it only pursues pure freedom. There was a gust of wind, heading in the right direction and at the right speed, which ushered in its existence. And I interrupted the snail's life's struggle and efforts.
I put the snail on the wet mud in front of my house, hoping that it can continue to work hard in its own world and find its lost direction.
If I have the right to choose my life, why not choose to be a snail? Walking in front of the snail's world, I found that the world became beautiful with a small identity inadvertently.
You walked through my world, away from the world of mortals, yearning for freedom and equality. Often don't need a city a que, just a corner of the room, a small lamp, a cup of fragrant tea, Jane Eyre in hand. So quietly, slowly through the world of Jane Eyre.
Self-esteem and beauty
Jane Eyre was born in England when she was young, and her parents died young. She was adopted by Aunt Reed's family, but the Reed family was not friendly to Jane and even used bad words and fists. There is only an old puppet beside her. After aunt Reed's repeated beatings, cousin John's insults and the servant's cold treatment, she resisted and fought for her self-esteem: you boy, like a murderer, like an emperor of Romarie! Jane Eyre's sudden rebellion stunned the Reed family. But I admire it, although it is obvious that Jane Eyre was put in the red chamber again and beaten by Aunt Reed.
I think: If the God the Reed family believes in still exists, it will definitely help Jane Eyre, a self-respecting beauty, and punish their evil!
Endure beauty
At the age of ten, Jane Eyre came to lowood school. There, she met one of the most important friends of Helen Burns's life. Whenever the teacher punishes little Helen, poor Helen always suffers silently. In several conversations, Jane learned patience and calmness from Helen, and never got rough with others easily. In spring, the flowers in the school have already bloomed, but a typhoid fever has quietly arrived. Because of the poor medical facilities and living conditions here, dozens of children were killed. It can also be said that poverty and abandonment took away their boyhood.
I think: God still has mercy. You see, that hypocrite Brocklehurst has been punished. Endure the beauty of Jane Eyre, finally walk through the thorns and usher in the flower season of life.
Independent beauty god
At the age of eighteen, Jane Eyre came to Thornfield Manor and was hired as a tutor. Three months later, I met the hero Rochester on the mountain road. Rochester fell down the first time he saw him. He got on the horse angrily and sat down, contemptuously asking you what a tutor is doing here at this time. Jane's supercilious answer walked, and Mr. Wang was such a supercilious and independent Jane Eyre, slowly approaching Rochester's heart. As the days passed, Rochester quietly fell in love with Jane Eyre. As a gypsy, she constantly intends to marry Miss Ingram as an excuse to test Jane Eyre's thoughts on him. When Jane Eyre knew that Rochester was going to marry Ingram but wanted to keep her, her feelings reached a climax. I didn't follow the custom or convention. There's not even flesh and blood talking to you. But my soul is talking to your soul. It's as if we are standing at the feet of God. It's an exciting declaration that we are equal. It is also because of this night's conversation that they crossed the secular world and experienced ups and downs. Experienced ups and downs, and finally a happy life came together.
I think: this is probably the most beautiful love in the world. This love has nothing to do with beauty, money and status, but only with appreciating each other and getting to know you in the depths of his soul.
When the sun moved to the west and the lights came on, I closed the pages and began to think. My self-esteem, tolerance and independence lingered in my mind for a long time. Through your world, I became self-respecting, independent and mature.