Quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth.
Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever.
Simple happiness, full of warm time. -inscription
From the first semester of junior high school, the seating arrangement is like spider silk. The teacher's order brought two strangers together and started our hardcore career. We are always out of the crowd.
We don't know each other well. We sat together and said nothing. We are all slow-moving people, and we have all been hurt and betrayed by our friends. I can't stand any more harm. So everyone hides in his shell, afraid that the sun will burn our skin and the bumpy road will hurt us. For us, only ourselves are the safest.
But we are lucky, perhaps because we always avoid other people's concern, we will find that we are similar, we will be close to each other and attract each other. It seems that time is urging us to get closer every minute, but in this way, we become close. In the eyes of others, we are all indifferent. In fact, only we know that we are not indifferent. We know each other, depend on each other and need each other.
We often snuggle up to each other, chat, joke, say things we dare not say in front of everyone, and share secrets in each other's warm afternoon sunshine on the grass. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the wind wrapped in grass and lazy sunshine, I feel as serene as two serene old ladies sitting on the beach watching the clouds roll and relax, and the tides rise and fall.
Simple happiness, always like this afternoon, spend leisurely with the clouds, quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth. It seems that no matter what changes have taken place in the world, good memories will always be recorded in this spiritual garden. I will fly over your sky, and you will wait for me at the next stop. We * * * fished together to get the result we wanted, and along the track of missing, we extended to the end of reunion. Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever.
As long as we are together, there is a happy figure every moment; Every minute is a warm time.
We have been apart for a long time. Last time we met, we met. I ordered my favorite dishes for dinner and bought my sister's clothes for shopping. When chatting, I found that during that warm time, our shells were melted by the warm sunshine, and at the same time, our cold hearts melted, and we all made many friends.
I think, when we are old and recall that warm time, there will be a warm current in our hearts. I will always remember you.
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1. Time flies so fast that you can't stop to savor life. As for "happy events", I seldom notice them.
Happy events, like gossamer, like dawn, like dew falling from the tip of a leaf, like sunset, are ethereal and wonderful. I tried my best to keep it, but it was useless. The whole world became boundless and tasteless.
I hope my lonely heart can be enriched by happy things, so I stepped out of the boudoir alone and went out to look for it. I found a stone bench and sat down, dragging my cheek and staring at the front. A girl in red walked lightly like a swallow, and a memory flashed through her mind.
It's terribly hot. The classroom is like a steamer. Although the electric fan is on, it's useless. After class, the girls took out all kinds of fans from under the desks, sat together and chatted, and the story began here.
"Well, it's too hot. I think it's thirty degrees, don't you think? " A girl who likes to publicize herself most on weekdays said.
"yes! At least thirty-four degrees! " Another girl answered.
"Well, let's wear all the skirts tomorrow! How about it? " I wonder where this sentence came from.
"That's a good idea,' Sue' and you? Also wear? "
Asu is a girl with good writing style. She usually wears some simple clothes. At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Asu, who was sitting quietly.
Asu didn't answer, as if he had answered the request in silence. When she came home from school at night, she put down her schoolbag and ran to the closet to find out the red skirt that her mother gave her on her last birthday. Before going to bed, Asu put her skirt on the pillow with satisfaction and fell asleep sweetly. In the dream, she danced solo under the moon in a red dress, surrounded by admiration and envy.
However, God seems to play a joke on her on purpose. There was a strong wind and thunderstorm at night, and the temperature plummeted, but she was unaware of it. ......
The next morning, Sue put on the red dress and stood in front of the mirror. I don't know how long it took. When she went out, the cold wind kept blowing, and she seemed a little cold. Looking at the sky, the sun is wrapped in impenetrable clouds. Look at the ground. It's full of water. "It's too late to go home and change," she thought nervously. "They will wear skirts? If I am the only one, then ... no, there should be one or two girls in more than 20 classes. "
When she came to the classroom, there were not many people. She sat alone in her seat, waiting quietly, waiting for the girl in the window skirt to arrive.
The classroom is getting more and more lively, but no one is wearing a skirt. "Oh, look, how beautiful!" Sue knows that others are talking about her and what they mean. She looked down shyly at the dazzling red skirt.
"Hey, someone has plastic surgery, and today they are dressed beautifully!" This voice doesn't sound very friendly. "Hey, how handsome!" This sentence is a bit harsh. She shook her head vigorously. She doesn't believe that she, who is famous for her simple clothes, will wear this dress. She felt that every corner was full of strange eyes.
A kind female classmate sensed Asu's idea and said to other lesbians, "Let's all wear skirts this afternoon!" The clever students agreed.
In the afternoon, Sue saw colorful skirts around her. She understood what was going on, filled with joy and gratitude, and finally turned into tears. ......
God, it's overcast as hell, but you can see one meter of sunshine when you open the clouds!
Postscript:
This article doesn't mean to criticize or satirize anything. Although this kind of "happiness" is not from the heart, I think others'.
2. Life is made up of countless beautiful moments, short and eternal; Beautiful, wonderful and happy flashes in an instant, but it is also full of regret, helplessness and pain. Maybe God gave me a little more than others. I am destined to be a positive and optimistic person, and I have carved countless happy moments in my mind. ...
Looking back, it seems that the fourteen steps I took were not all powerful, but all empty and real. Indeed, there are many things I have forgotten. Maybe it's because those things never really touched me, but they never occupied a place in my heart. For me, it's just some boring embellishment. There is an emotion in the book of my life that will never be diluted by time. It is as stable as graphite, and it is the main theme of my life song-friendship.
A long time ago, when I was a hungry baby, there was a man lying beside my bed in the nursery. Once upon a time, when I was a toddler who babbled, I was always a suitable playmate in kindergarten: once upon a time, when I stepped into the school gate and studied cultural knowledge, I was always inseparable from my classmates. And what ripples in my heart is often this ordinary and extraordinary friendship.
"Friendship is a flower that blooms in an instant, and time makes it bear fruit." Friendship must be listened to, friendship must be spoken, friendship must be stared at, and when you speak, you must listen attentively. Friendship is sometimes so fragile that a casual word will knock down the whole building. The world is changing with each passing day In this era when everything is as avant-garde as possible, only friendship maintains its ancient principle: friends are like cultural relics, and the older they are, the more precious they are.
Life is inert, and some memories are destined to become faded oil paints. However, my heart is not lazy, because friendship is my belief, and my lens will aim at countless warm moments and depict a "friendship moment" that will never fade.
Beauty is eternal, and the beautiful network of hype is an illusion. When a person has gone through a young age, he will suddenly realize that the original pursuit of beauty is just a romantic illusion. Family, friendship, love, there is always an emotion that deeply touches your heart. Go ahead, cross the vague boundaries of memory, relive those tender moments, cherish them, and make those fleeting moments eternal.
3. Mother's greeting card
That was many years ago. He was just twenty years old and went to a city in the south to do business. Unexpectedly, his business was completely lost, and he was heavily in debt, and he didn't even have the fare to go home.
The Spring Festival is coming. He thought and thought, and wrote his last letter to his mother, saying that if he didn't come home during the Spring Festival, he might never come back. Please take good care of the old man and forget his disappointing son. His mother in a remote rural area in the north received his letter of depression and despair and cried sadly for a long time. In this world, she is most concerned about this only son. He is her soul.
The mother found the neighbor's child, found a card that had turned yellow from the drawer, and asked the child to write a message on the card: Son, if you don't go home, mother won't want to live. Mother rushed to the town for dozens of miles on crutches and threw the greeting cards into the green-painted mailbox made by the small post office in the town. It snowed heavily that day! The wind is howling. From the village to the town, my mother fell several times, and the heavy snow almost wrapped her mother into a snowman.
When it was just dark, in the distribution room of a small post office, several people were lighting several oil lamps to sort letters. A young salesgirl first found this card. She said, "Hey, why isn't this card stamped?" Indeed, this is an old-fashioned greeting card that needs to be stamped. It has turned yellow, and such a greeting card has long been useless. After reading the information on the greeting card, the salesgirl drew back her hand that had been lifted to the wastebasket and said to the old director, "Look, this greeting card is not stamped." The old director with gray hair squinted at the yellow greeting card carefully, and his trembling hands trembled even more. He said: "This greeting card is not stamped, nor can it be returned to its original place, let alone thrown away. We must throw it out at once! " The old director has a dignified face.
At 4 o'clock the next morning, the old director rode a bicycle, as old as he looked. According to the usual habits, the office can't send and receive mail from the county seat in such a heavy snow and such cold weather. Seventy or eighty miles of mountain roads are covered with snow. The snow on the road is too thick and there are few pedestrians. This trip is too dangerous. But the old director looked at the postcard without stamps, as if he saw life standing on the edge of a cliff! Desperate children, and an old mother with only a glimmer of hope ... The old director's eyes were wet and he forgot his old cold legs, which made him faint when he was cold that day. He stuffed a postcard without a stamp in his chest pocket and braved the heavy snow to get on the bus.
When it was dark, the old director whose cotton-padded jacket and eyebrows were covered with snow finally touched the county seat. He stopped his bike in a hurry and ran into the letter distribution room of the post office. The people in the distribution room were surprised: "What are you running for in this heavy snow?"? You don't want your half-baked name? " The old director smiled and took out the card from his pocket: "This card forgot to put a stamp on it, but it tied two people's lives! We have to throw everything out! " The people in the distribution room handed the old director's warm greeting cards one by one and said, "Send them right away. This greeting card cannot be delayed at all! " They put a bright red postmark on the greeting card. After thinking about it, I solemnly wrote a line in bold on the blank edge of the greeting card: this is a very important greeting card, I hope it can be delivered soon! Signature: all colleagues of Licheng County Post Office. They stamped their signature with a bright red postmark.
It's still snowing, but at ten o'clock in the evening, the mail train has already started. It's the first time that the mail train runs at night, and it's snowing heavily. The director showed the fat driver the greeting card and asked, "When will it be delivered to the city post office?"
The fat driver smiled and said, "If you don't give up my army, I don't know when it will be delivered." ? If I don't throw this card into the city bureau tonight, I won't think about anyone! "Director patted the driver on the shoulder, called two young people to follow the car, and repeatedly told them," be sure to send it to the city bureau tonight! " "
Bright headlights shine on the snow on the ground, which is even more dazzling than the sunshine during the day. The mail car wobbles on the road in the snow.
At dawn, the mail bus finally stopped at the gate of the city post office. The fat driver personally carried the package containing this greeting card to the distribution room. The people in the city post office were very surprised. What urgent mail comes all night despite the heavy snow and danger? The fat driver took out a greeting card without stamps and said, "I can't catch up with your delivery this morning." I don't want to have a stable Spring Festival this year. " The people in the city post office read the greeting card, quickly sorted it out, patted the fat driver on the shoulder and said, "Let him get on the 8 o'clock train on time, which was delayed. We are as psychologically difficult as your brother! "
At 8 o'clock, according to the prisoners' greeting cards and some mails, they were sent to the distant train on time to start a new round of delivery. ...
He received this card from his mother in the evening four days later. At that time, he had curled up in the bunk bed of a remote small hotel and fell asleep. The sleepy shopkeeper woke him up: "There is an email for you. I'll ask the postman to call you, but the postman must give it to you. "
The sweaty postman said, "Originally, this card was sent tomorrow morning, but since it was sent in my package tonight, I am not at ease." He said, and handed him the business card that had been passed around Wanli.
"Why, there are no stamps?" He looked at the greeting card and froze.
"There are no stamps, but they are sent one by one." The postman smiled at him and said.
He looked at his mother's message and the small words left by strangers in the margin of the greeting card, and cried with a wow. When the passengers in the hotel heard him cry, they all gathered around in their clothes. Everyone silently looked at the yellow greeting card without stamps, silently took out money and put it in front of him: "Go home! Your mother is waiting for you at home! " There are 10 yuan, 5 yuan, 1 yuan, corner tickets and many coins in that pile of money. He knows that people who live in this place are not rich.
Holding the card, he finally set foot on the train going north. Now in his 40 s, he is the general manager of a big company in the north. He is kind and helpful. It seems that he started the company not to make money, but for a timely charity. On his desk, there is always that yellow and hungry greeting card inlaid with glass. Only he knows that love is passed from one person to another, just like the relay of life. When so many strangers passed on their love to him, passing it on was his only task. That greeting card has no stamps, but it was once passed on to him by many strange loves. Love is the only mark that runs through life. If you string the hearts of love one by one, what a brilliant crystal string this world will be!
When he is free, he often stares at his mother's card silently, and his eyes are often full of tears. For my mother, for those whose names he still doesn't know, and perhaps for those hearts that shine with love!
Love will never be forgotten.
In my impression, Mr. Xia is a very gentle teacher. Although he only taught mathematics for one year, he became a retired teacher. Speaking of which, he is still a little scared.
Because I was teaching clock reading during that time, I had no idea about numbers, which led to Mr. Xia teaching for a month, and I still didn't understand it. Finally, with the efforts of teacher Xia and her family, I finally understood.
Although I am slow to reflect and understand, Miss Xia has never given up on me. Every time she is bullied in her house, the teacher will preach. I don't know math, even if it is late, she will teach me patiently until I understand it.
At every sports meeting, although the teacher's family rarely participates in the competition, on that day, she will still give everyone a bag of food, and then tell us to study more and have more rest in our spare time.
In fact, I never knew what kind of adjective to use to describe her, "gentle"? Incomplete, "patience"? Not specific, "good-looking" is too tacky.
Then, I think so, Mr. Xia. You are the person I respect very much in my mind. You are a gentle, patient and kind teacher. Maybe you should add some ellipsis.
You taught me to stick to it no matter what happens. Don't think hard every time you encounter a problem. You have to think hard before you are qualified to consult your teacher and discuss with your classmates. You should act quickly.
And repay good with good. This is what I will do for you in the future, but when other teachers say it, I naturally think of you.
Students will definitely repay you with a bright future. I will always remember the warmth of summer at that time, dear teacher Xia.
The temperature of the mind has a fire in the heart, which will boil every drop of our blood; There is a pool of water in my heart, which will gentle every cell of us. —— Inscription Normal temperature water can flow into rivers and seas; When the temperature is low to a certain extent, water becomes ice and cannot flow when it is fixed in one place; When the temperature reaches a certain level, water turns into steam and leaps into clouds, which not only owns the earth, but also owns the sky. The state of water is determined by temperature, while the state of life is determined by thought. The heart at room temperature is as dull as water and unknown. In this way, the work was only done, everyone just nodded and smiled, and then passed by, and life was dull and comfortable. The cold heart, like ice, is monotonous and desolate, even like a sharp knife. Such a low-temperature mentality, "everyone sweeps his own snow and lets others get cold" is their principle of treating people. They help Dont Ask For Help instead of others. They always look at the world coldly, and they look heartless. Their attitude towards life is negative, and their words are cold and mean. When they freeze themselves, they also hurt others. Only a passionate heart can make you broad. The fervent heart is the heroic spirit of "Shandandan blossoming", Kuafu's persistence in chasing the sun and Lei Feng's enthusiasm for helping others. The blazing fire in my heart, the boiling spring in my heart, the passion that has been burning for many years! With confident smiles and enthusiastic work, we will light up every moment of life with open flames and warm our hearts with spring water. Cooperate with others, help others, learn from others, get help and appreciation from others, and you will find that your world has become bigger since then. Life is no longer monotonous or ordinary, but colorful. Alive, my heart is burning. Dancing for the success of the Olympic bid, beating gongs and bowls for the women's volleyball team to win the championship, and crying for the task of "moving China". There is a yearning for "but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword", there is a heroic spirit of "the river does not return, and the waves are exhausted", and there is a domineering spirit of "counting romantic figures and looking to the present". What is not burning passion and what is not boiling blood? Passionate heart, flying kites in the blue sky and experiencing elegant happiness. Fiery heart, chewing sour plum at night, with a strong taste. A fiery heart can pour out fiery ideals when it is rainy and sick in June and July. A fiery heart can also pursue the goal of life when the morning is full. A warm heart is a symbol of positive life. The correct temperature of the brain can make water pass through and affect the surrounding heart. A new smile will be like a twist that lights firecrackers. It can make unexpected sounds and produce unexpected flowers. Sunshine in your heart Maybe you have seen fish swim to the shallow bottom and eagles hit the sky, so you are satisfied with the ileum; Maybe you have heard of rushing waterfalls, roaring rocks, sword fighting and iron horse neighing, so you think this is pride and domineering; Perhaps you have personally experienced the vast horizon of wildfire, and the publicity of wildness makes you feel that this is madness! But your quick glance ignores the sunshine, the sunshine in their hearts. It is the belief that sunshine supports the tide and countercurrent, and it is the yearning for blue sky and white clouds triggered by sunshine; It is also the sun that mobilizes the drums of nature, and it is also the sun that plays up the hegemony of tragic heroes; Or the sunshine enriches the wild beauty that can't be harvested. All this is because of a belief-sunshine. The sunshine of a tree is a leaf, because it is green, yellow and green, changing all the time and guarding all the time. When green and yellow alternate, draw faint rings on the gauze of the years. The sunshine of raindrops is dust, because it has spots but is not mixed, and it has unique wisdom. With the wind floating down, it moistens one heart after another. The sunshine in the blue sky is white clouds, because it embellishes the paradise of dreams and releases the inner passion. Vastness comes from nature, laughing and sighing human joys and sorrows, sitting and watching human love and hate, and moderately enriching the unparalleled color of life. Flowers are bees and butterflies in the sun, and they are wood elves flying under the leaves of flowers. It has a profound insight into the butterfly. Water dragonflies fly affectionately, and the flowers are so proud that they are ashamed, so there are jade fingers to pick flowers lightly, and the elves can't be lighter, so butterflies are born. Because of the sunshine, we are waiting to see the warmth of the sunshine on the other side in the endless night sky, so we have survived one predicament after another and physical trauma in our hard work! Under the comfort of the sun, it has already scabbed and fallen off, so it has strengthened its body and strengthened its will. Because of the sunshine, on a faint rainy night, my wet heart always looks forward to a little tenderness and warmth, so the lonely figure under the cold lamp is pulled into a long line, getting rid of nightmares again and again, and tears flow in my soul! I found sustenance in the gentleness of the sunshine, so I strengthened my faith. You can see, I can hear the faith in the sunshine, and I care for it in my heart. There is a difference between success and failure. I am not discouraged and uncompromising, just because of one belief-sunshine.