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Regret is gentle wind and lingering rain. When it invades the heart, it can't be driven away. Regret is a sad song, a sad tone. When the soul is entangled, you feel disappointed, feel that you have lost something, feel sad, and feel something. Regret is a transparent fog and hazy yarn. When the mind is shrouded, only the bright sunshine in the heart can penetrate the layers of barriers. Unfortunately, there is no mountain and heavy water. Only after experiencing regret can we see the special charm.
In fact, regret is also a beautiful scenery, but we often use sighs to dilute its color; In fact, regret is priceless, but we often cover up its glory with melancholy. In fact, it is a pity that life is more strange and better. Because of regret, Venus with a broken arm radiates beautiful luster; Because of regret, disabled Shi Tiesheng created a profound chapter; Because of regret, the deaf Beethoven wrote an immortal movement.
In fact, regret is a cup of strong tea, after all, you will feel its sweetness; Regret is a rainbow, and its beauty can only be possessed after the rain.
Friends, don't complain and regret, don't sigh and regret, and don't be afraid of regret! Accustomed to bright eyes can also be accustomed to darkness, because regret can set off the glory of success; Let the eyes accustomed to darkness get used to light, because regret can increase the joy of growth.
We feel sorry because we have the courage to face the darkness; We sigh and regret, because we hope to summon the light.
Please remember, my friend, only when you have eyes looking for light in the dark can you have a brighter tomorrow! What a pity! How beautiful! Really, what a pity, it's beautiful!
Life is like a pole. Growing up is like putting something in it. The more you have, the heavier it is. When a person is born, under the protection of his parents, he is young and ignorant and doesn't know what is dangerous and what is a burden. I grew up and went to kindergarten, but I was still curious about the world.
In kindergarten, teachers play and sing with them all day. You will feel particularly comfortable. However, when I start studying in the middle class, I will cry and not go to school. But my parents' sweet words were exhausted, but it didn't work, so I had to use force.
This is a little heavy. In the big class, the children learned some truth and the parents relaxed a little. I went to primary school, but I still have to pick up the bus in the first grade. 365 days a year. In the second grade, this is the cheers of parents, and there is no need to pick them up, but the burden has come. Three courses and some minor courses have been' borrowed' by other teachers.
School ends at 6: 30 every day, with dinner at night 1 hour and homework 1.5 hours. I go to bed at 9 o'clock and go to school at 7 o'clock in the morning. The burden is heavy. The third grade is no longer a junior grade, and the burden is still so heavy. In the fourth grade, I felt a little grown up and began to understand some big truths. I'm in grade five, and I'm already in grade three, so the burden of one, two, three is getting heavier and heavier, and I'm a little breathless. The sixth grade has become a graduating class, and the school attaches great importance to it.
The burden is almost to the limit, and I feel as heavy as Mount Tai on my back. I'm tired coming down. Carrying a pole, one step at a time, I don't know how long it will take to stop and rest. ...