As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy.
Life gives me endless power, so I make her ten thousand brilliant colors, so I go from dark things, I'm afraid I'm drowning! So I am brightly dressed and my vigor soars! Happiness is alive!
As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy.
God gave me everything, I let them accept the superior or the flaw, they create it!
I am honored to be able of the essence of existence!
Happiness is living!
As long as I am alive, I have a reason to be happy.
I crave the delicious, though said hunger strike!
Flowers I dread, but still charming sights!
There are so many things worth pursuing in this world, and life is so short that romance is not wasted! Happiness is alive!
As long as I live, I have a reason to be happy!
Promises and vows, is too heavy, all the fading away, leaving incorruptible, I am a happy happy life!
My income is enough, thanks are too late to enjoy the fear of missing out, rather than idly complaining of doubt!
"Before the long-standing order drops dawn"
February snow, scattered into weeks.
Can rest assured that the silence of the grand sacrifice of the cold wind and fluttering white long days of the grand bawling, ask the gardenia wine people haggard, toast, I'm drunk ......
the> rainy night plantain Li Li yo, into iterative swinging empty downcast court. Bailian website store seats, put a lonely thousand years on the end of the focus, not worth whispering a thousand years of the moment. Waiting only for a glimpse of the Kulon alternation. Wind and moon are still people, but not Guanghan dance sleeves, bright and clear memorial service, see the flickering candlelight if the hidden smile ...... Bamboo wind, Tsinghua University swaying in the wind, intolerable faint spiritual silence. Traveling alone, scissors of constant string cables, tinkling, night without shadow, the most difficult level. Sleepless nights, listening to the Greek boo world, throw away the prosperity of the countless dewdrops reflecting the endless, and finally broken into a passionate kiss, and then the color of death, dreaming of the night, clearing the condensation inadvertently fell.
Throwing the long order before the small and break Mingminglili; scattered concerts sparse, a little happy, a little bored.
Life inevitably hurts, the failure to fall is not terrible, terrible is a stumble, the loss of life, the pursuit of lofty ideals. There is no way in a smooth line, even if it is a shuttle sailing ship, the river inevitably bumps, bumps of the test is occasionally in the case of life to give something difficult, but inevitably have the experience of honing.
Everyone's heart, leaving unforgettable memories, perhaps, perhaps long gone, disappeared in a sea of people, therefore, may miss it too bleak, because only vague memories of the "empty shell", there is nothing, and even your own heart the right time everything went well, the date there is no memories, just sad! Tears blocked!
The sweltering heat of the day cicadas lost and loneliness kept in chirping, only I was alone, not a silent next to the concert wanted to go crazy, listening to rock music, listening to the hysterical singing of the birds no one escaped, a strong breath of loneliness. One person is cold, two people is wonderful, inexplicable impulse, I especially miss the old friends, miss the days of the past, the recovery can not have all the impractical daydreams, but hope that the idea can fly in the eyes of the world after the closure of the Indian there is a smile, stamped with a dancing body dance ...
Most treasured today, because today is the simplest by grasping today to grasp the hope that minutes, seconds are just moments, while the high risk of uploading every other day is known as the passage of time, often inadvertently, a few times in life, the more valuable youth, is the youth of our time, the youth has been less than 20 episodes of learning in life, we must rely on our own strength! to sail on a boat to the other side of the hope.
When pomp and circumstance gives us too much deception, false reality almost makes us forget whether it really exists, it is the truth that recovers the fuzzy heart, the truth brings us the purest, truest feeling that shows America's oath, penetration is the eternal perseverance, true love.
Youth, the sound of laughter and shouting, interspersed with the love of the youth of young teenagers young eagle soaring in the azure sky, although not fully grown up, some childish, some ignorant parents tied hands had tried hard to find their own piece of the sky, is the moment of passion, because it is the feeling of flying alone!
Lamenting life, never spectacular feat, want to be small, want to be mediocre, life seems too simple, just so simple, people feel annoyed. Big talk about the future, but in fact now hold, I think, this is a road, everyone must embark on the journey, you may have read the phrase: longer and longer, but the process of realization, since the short destroyed a lifetime of pain, life can be said to be a challenge from which to go dependent on the self.
The wind, gentle, leading to the grove, the grass dancing on the breeze drifting, like a mother's hand gently caressing his face, calm, I like that feeling, so refreshing. Enjoy life, not necessarily mountain treasures, Ling Luo silk partners, nature is God's most precious gift.
Life is better
Life at school is frustrated, frustration is a compulsory course.
Growth of the process of our courage, strengthen our will, strengthened our faith, make us stronger, braver, more optimistic ...... My personal experience.
I love folk music, pipa and so on. Just learning, I have had many frustrations, big and small. These frustrations were almost my life, and at one point I was ready to give up the pipa. I felt frustrated when a successful stage so I got a lot of rave reviews from people.
I laughed, which made me understand the frustration of the beautiful understanding that if there is no frustration in life, life is as bland as a glass of water success, life is like an oasis in the desert, no frustration, no ups and downs of life, the point is what?
Perhaps, you are still shaking your head, said do not believe you, and then see Beethoven. Beethoven was deaf, you know, the musician lost his hearing, as the driver lost his eyes. But he endured the torment of the disease, "I want to hold the throat of fate, never let fate I produce to motivate themselves, continue to work hard in the field of music, he composed the immortal song, "Symphony No. 9", which is not beautiful melody not only made his life brought wonderful life and beauty, but also for the people all over the world like music.
Sima Qian prison to write "The Records of the Grand Historian", Wu Chengen in the empire was repeatedly frustrated, but he did not give up, write "Journey to the West"; unsuccessful life, living in poverty, Pusongling created a famous collection of Chinese classical short stories "Liao Zhai Zhi Yi"; Lu Xun, persecuted by the forces of darkness, was able to write a famous "Wandering", "Scream"... Paralyzed by Ostrovsky and his "How Steel is Made"; Polio Prince Perlman's lifelong disability violin pain ......
When all these living examples are presented to you, you still shake your head? Are you frustrated that the only obstacle is holding you back?
In fact, life is like the sea, like the waves of frustration, the sea's magnificent and mysterious life, such as the blue sky, frustration, such as white clouds in the azure sky, bit pieces, but it obscures the sky, life is like a blank sheet of paper, frustration is like a paintbrush, painting a beautiful picture of this white paper life, life is a movement, helpless to pay attention to the fight in this movement to play wonderful music! ......
You choose the blue sky, do not desire a sunny continent, do not want a flat, if you choose the land, if you choose the sea, you do not want smooth sailing. Let us face the setbacks bravely, life is more wonderful because of the setbacks!
"Talk about life," Bing Xin
I can not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.
Life is like a river of spring water flowing eastward, he was initially from the highest point of snow and ice was his predecessor. He collected many small streams, synthesized into a powerful torrent, running downward, he zigzagged and zigzagged through the cliffs, washed down the layers of sand-filled, relying on the rolled up and rolled away sand, joy and courage, his way of liking everything he encountered:
Sometimes he encountered the cliffs before stopping his cynical gallop up, roaring and swaying, reporter after reporter before the wave after wave of tumble of destruction, until he died before he calmly blew out the cliff. Sometimes, he has been flat sand fine sun grass, see clip bank reddish peach, he was happy and shy, quietly flow, murmur, softly sing through this romantic journey.
Sometimes he encountered storms that inspired polarization, swift thunder, the winds of horrible diseases of his heart and soul rolled up, extraordinarily heavy rains struck him, and he was temporarily overcast and devastated, and the storms had passed away, with only his many new forces.
Sometimes he encountered sunsets and crescent moons shining down upon him, and he projected, there was some faint warmth in the cold: when he just wanted to rest, just wanted to sleep, that strength to go forward, or forward ......
Finally, one day, he saw the sea from afar, oh! He had come to the end of his journey, this sea, so his breath made him bow down, how vast she was, how great! How bright, how dark! The sea's solemn arms childishly escorted him, and he silently took them into his arms. He dissolves back, it can not be happy, not sad!
Perhaps one day he rises again, fluffs ground rain from the sea, flies to the west, then forms the river, then destroys the stone walls on both sides, and comes back to seek the peach blossoms on the banks of the sandwich. But I can't say there is an afterlife, and I can't believe in one!
Life is like a little tree on which he collected many San Miguel from the ground, owed ice and snow stretched in the moist soil of early spring, brave and happy to break out of the shell. He might grow on plains, rocks, walls, if only he lifted his head and saw the sky, huh? see the sky! His outstretched leaves absorb the air, bear the sun, sing and dance in the rain, in the wind.
He may suffer under the shade of a large tree covered, perhaps suffering from the strength of his youth, growth, and finally, he wore the branches and leaves of a large tree overlying rock pressure, break free, cope with standing in the hot sun! Fighting extravagant spring, he may be the garden of trees and flowers, bees and butterflies floating around him item noisy, enjoy singing birds on the branches of his, he will hear the yellow warbler chanting, cuckoo, can also hear the owl bird strange Ming. Secluded flowers and herbs
He grew to the most luxuriant middle age, he stretched out his shade as a cover, and in the coolness of the tree, he endured countless fruits presenting the endless sweetness and square newness of the land. Autumn windy, he left blowing dark green, crimson autumn sunshine, there is something of the solemnity and splendor, not blooming pride is not happy with the results, but after the success of the serenity and joy!
Words my world is really lonely
Loneliness, sadness and helplessness, like a dim light bright sadness. My world, lonely and desolate.
The window and gusty and cold winds whistling and blowing leaves are withered branches whipped through the glass, the empty room seems lonely and extreme. The heart is painfully uncomfortable, lonely and depressing feeling, stimulating every sensitive nerve.
Tiptoe, look out the window, eager to find a little warmth. Staring and disappointed look back to the room hurriedly passing cars on the road hurriedly strangers hurriedly leaving the leaves of fallen trees, in the gloomy weather to keep silent. How to keep warm? Some, but no hasty loneliness.
Color of the room is a frail pale, pale walls, white ceiling, bed bedding pale, pale face, alone children. Really want to open the locked door to escape such a lonely space. Just desperately working, still no results.
Want a little more color, even if only a little, but also decorate their lonely world.
Maybe you will think: a 12-year-old child, how can such a mood? Silence as an answer: the heart is tired, the world, naturally silent and lonely.
How tired is the heart? Then you may ask. Opened his mouth, quietly answered: "The fall of the emotional life is very helpless, academic heavy ...... This heavy baggage, fatigue body and soul tired of the total weight."
The soul of that world. Locked "man", a dream. As a writer's dream; dream cartoonist's dream of exploring thousands of miles of dreams tasted sweet and sour ...... Persistence is victory, the burden does not fit.
Can't say the words, alone in the West / moon hook / lonely Sycamore Shen Yu know how to lock the Qingqiu / helpless / confusion / sad parting / don't have a taste in my heart ......
Favorite word supreme "stage also intermittent sadness lingering pathos of the language of a very chopped liver picture with black outlines.
The cold rain outside the window has house sadness scattered. A long sigh point heart problems.
A quick ringing of the bell, I answered, "", hurriedly stood up, the door that screwed open and walked out. "School", I muttered. Goodbye, World ...... The Lonely World ... Lock the door, it is hidden in the heart, not wanting others to see it.
Reality Outside the window, the autumn wind is blowing, but the afternoon sun.
Comments:
The entire article expresses a lingering sadness, mildly bleak. We are in a season of spring China, too many bad hundred sad hearts into the world. Careful discovery, observation, cloudy love in the world will be addicted to our hearts do not forget the afternoon sun!
This is a good sentence to write, very successful. I hope you can do better and be happy every day. Forever Su Wu
Playing waving a sheep whip, brocade hat and sable fur, he will be thrown into the depths of the sky, bald pen, a short paper slant, he carved the deepest blessings of the Great Han. On the one side is the high rank and wealth to the side is the red-blooded loyalty: standing between forgetting and remembering, standing between the labor of escaping in Henan and worrying, he chose to forget the wealth, chose to remember the loyalty, and painted a heavy stroke on the human race.
Engine of the gleaming flower family, his arm, Wang Su Han-Hungarian peace, running around the vast desert spinning a burst of camel bells in his case, Chang'an's song and dance, wandering in the cold sand and decaying grass, he hoped to use a straight backbone to drive the lies of the Tianshan Mountains, communicating with the Central Plains of the rainbow.
Lamenting when Han's rebellion failed; righteousness, and Su Wu refused to bend the knuckles to rebel against the enemy; amazed when the iron blooded man alone faced this rather unyielding, immovable, rich, enduring, Su Wu lifted up the whip, choosing the alpine snowdrops of endurance and the sacred watchman.
North wind piercing the bones of the coldest month, north to the Central Plains, Hengsheng Han Han said, "Noble remembered in the depths of the soul. Hookah grudges, he and his companions Lone Hill, Zhang, Wang Desert snow wealth and status, the monkey's daughter", completely forgetting the promise. In the cold cellar, he would speak a lot of blankets and turf one swallowed, the blood in his body boiled with one conviction - remember the motherland, be loyal to the country. The snow blew, the arrogance of food and wine he used to move and clang proudly and they struck a thousand songs - the poor can not move, the mighty can not bend, the rich Jews can forget.
Well a forever Su Wu! He used wisdom, bearing in mind the faith, under the Han faithful. And the song, and the bare gleaming sublimation stage eternal surprise, in an elegy inscribed years of the sky snow line.
Well a forever Su Wu! His courage, forgetting the lure of single wealth and status, drifting farther and farther in the desert sands, the crowd of withered sheep freeze a section of immortal history, waving the magnificent epic verse.
History can not forget, in pomp and stick. Su Wu, the North Sea, exiled in the wild mountains and plains of iron men, perfect interpretation of unyielding and clank proudly, forgetting the integrity of the fruitful results, bearing in mind that the country made a huge.
I understood that forgetting and remembering between enjoyment and perseverance, this line at the top of the withered grass and cold ice Su Wu, the best answer to the determination and conviction: the wealth, just the surface, forgetting that this is the best place to return to; faithful, is the history of eternity, remembering that it is the spiritual home.
Su Wu magnificent forever! Great is that shocking forgetting! Wondrous that shocking to remember! Majestic, that to some people forget to remember when you chant!
Su Wu forever.
Comments:
This is a considerable accumulation of historical and cultural knowledge, there is considerable talent and aura of the examination room masterpiece. The theme of deep insight into the essence of the dialectical approach, will look into the vault of history, carefully selected national hero Su Wu shaken emotions of the material, eulogizing national unity, he took "Han-Hungarian rapprochement", "choice" forgotten wealth bearing mind the faithful "Selected great spirit and national temperament. Wu Su, Shi Yong Su Wu! One of the strongest of his paintings of mankind, "he" somewhat forgotten, remember, when you chant, sing the history.
Cheerful reverence, drenched in passion, and "Never Su Wu" as the title, bright-eyed people, extensive brevity, accuracy and justice. Not only is a high-level overview of the spiritual qualities of Wu-Su, and highlights its lofty position in history. The whole contrasting tactics Su Wu, and always the scale of history, promoting the righteousness of mankind article, highlighting the hero's high moral character, vivid and profound interpretation of the theme. As a result of the use of a large number of double metaphor, prose, repeated references and rhetorical parallelism combined with a combination of long-term and short-term sentence changes, making the article rhyming fluency, sonorous, read, people are not only proud of the chest, full of flavor. (Tang Shi whirling Zhengxing Li) (Xinhua News Agency reporter said: China Education Online)
Worry, we
Chinese culture, the culture of printing, we are late.
Sky, flowing clouds. That fire still burning? Heartache beautiful landscape curing thorns, such as fish in your throat, red, swollen, inflamed, scarred. After that, become painfully humiliated. Splashes of blood and tears soaked the pale soul. The wind that floats gently, in heavy yellow robes. A smile beyond memory, not content. Chinese culture, in print culture, we are late.
You with a sobbing voice, a thousand times a thousand sobs, rolling over the vast echo of history. You are in eternal acacia, the sea, in this chaotic world, unable to restrain tears, tears slowly fall to the ground, sad, difficult to tell. Chinese culture, in print culture, we are late.
The curling hills hit you with tasteless pain, women's hands locked in the sound of the collapse of the dynasty, a man accidentally lost half. All the protests have become futile, life can not bear the pain of parting the stark dull despair of your fragile mind. Chinese culture, in print culture, we are late.
A thousand years of wind and rain, a thousand years of silence. Your silent, melancholy soul, lonely sad story circulated in the wind, in the water Manjusuo. Through the gray expanse of the horizon, fly over the tear-stained watchman, pathos came. Time tunnel group of stonemasons, stooping, swinging chisel, knife, it chiseled and sank the story of tears and blood. All chiseling sinking a sacred sadness. Chinese culture, out-of-print culture, your tears, dripping blood, after thousands of years of wind and rain, but also shocked the vicissitudes of the millennium.
Approach your unfamiliar words, can be desolate gorgeous, only white hair poking time tunnel, floating propaganda. A nation, because you are proud. Approaching you, I can not explain the code of your life. But when I stop and face your silence, I always feel the urge to tumble through my life. Approaching you, I find you guiding us forward. Among the histories that intermingle. The sun and the moon shuttle transferring time to blend into your towering body.
Culture, print culture, please stop your sadness anger, stop crying, stop your grief, stop your confusion, because we are. Rest assured, we are thriving in your life! Rest assured, we are in and your spirit will bring splendor! Rest assured, we, sold out are no longer out of print! Past Masterpieces and Reflections
Teacher Comments
Value, while learning, there are two points: First, the extraordinary perspective: not an accidental historical event, the heart of classical culture, can not write Jiapian. from this perspective, the title of the writing is "adhere to the culture of printing, requires courage, wisdom and talent, and obviously do so, and beautiful! Whether it is the fire of the Alhambra Palace, or the Great Wall of blood and tears, although loaded with the bitter history, but as the children of China, how can we forget. Second, a unique emotional essay, not only can fully demonstrate the talent of the candidates can more clearly see its internal hold the love of traditional culture, this emotion beyond the general range of emotions.