Have you ever noticed the street lamps on both sides of the road?
Have you ever noticed the streetlights on both sides of the road? You can also find a lot of other things that you can do to make your life more comfortable.
Street lamps often stand on both sides of the road, it has many shapes, there are lotus rows, swan rows and so on. The night is a lamp, the day is a landscape. Whenever the night comes, both sides of the road will be lit up with beautiful neon lights, colored lights, etc., although the street lamp is not noticeable, but it is very simple, from evening until dawn, for those who walk at night lighting.
Every Friday night, I will ride my bike to Xinyuan Square with my partner to play, tired of playing home, although the light of the street lamps on the road seems very weak, but still rely on street lamps to give me light, so that I returned home safely, I thank you street lamps.
Although the street lamp is not attractive, but it is very beautiful, is the simple beauty, its vitality than the lanterns, water lamps to be tenacious, it is every day in obscurity for us to dedicate, no matter how windy and sunny sunny days, or windy thunderstorms rainy days, or snowflakes flying in the winter.
I like the street lamp, but also admire its good qualities, I want to be a street lamp like the quality of the students.
2. "See" as the topic of 600 words with a small see the big borrowing the method of metaphor hurry
I look back and see you in the lights. Every time I walk down a street with the lights out, I always wonder if you'll be watching me from the next streetlight. A long street, brilliantly lit. One man, one shadow. Moving in the direction of my heart. Through the darkness, back to the light. "Hey, come here!" A fat, black guy shouted. She couldn't help but look back and see a dirty shirt and torn holes in his shoes . He looked at me, then looked around, then cautiously walked up to me and smiled stupidly . When I got a good look at him, I almost laughed out loud, then forced myself to hold it back before saying, "What is it?" Surprisingly, since he was holding my wallet in his hand, he asked me, "Is this yours?" Before he could respond, I grabbed my wallet and walked away. I was halfway across the street trying to get out of here before it was too late. Suddenly! A bunch of bad guys with knives came out of nowhere. I took several steps back, I was at a loss for words, alone and desperate, I shouted and screamed but no one answered. The wind was howling and cutting my face. Ahh! Run! Unfortunately, a hand grabbed me and prevented me from moving. "Let me go, let me go!" It was a blank in my mind, I didn't know what to do ah! At that moment, a voice came up . "Let go of him!" He rushed up and saved me from the bad guys. "Really," I said, chewing on my tears. I was so grateful I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to express my gratitude. I looked up at the night sky and saw the brightness of the stars and the moonlight. I thought to myself that I didn't know when I would meet him again, but his black skin was permeated with the light of kindness! Under the same night sky, under the brilliant lights, I seemed to see the beautiful side of society, the good side of the human heart, the light in the darkness, I saw. With the passage of time, I look back in amity, as if I saw you in the lights.
3. Write an essay using the techniques of comparison and borrowingCalendar page by page, time passes in a hurry.
At nightfall, the lights were on in every house. I was about to open my school bag to do my homework when suddenly there was no electricity.
At this time, I remembered the half candle that I disliked left in the corner. Candle dozen centimeters long, in the eyes of others is how insignificant ah.
But it can bring us benefits, in the absence of electricity, candles can give us a ray of light, a little bit of romance, some warmth, every time I think of candles will think of: "Spring silkworms to the death of silk, wax torches into ashes, tears began to dry." I think the candle is not only to give us light, but more importantly, it is that kind of dedication, the spirit of self-sacrifice.
Just like the teacher, he instilled his life's knowledge to us without reservation. Teachers are an inconspicuous candle, in the critical moment of silent dedication to the candle, they sacrificed their precious youth, but for the country to train a batch of talented people.
Teachers are selfless, they deserve all the praise. The cow is very common, but it is also very great.
The cow has a pair of horns on its head, long limbs, a strong body, and a long tail. Young and strong cows can pull the plow, cows can produce milk, cowhide can make shoes, and beef can be eaten.
In the countryside, it can be seen everywhere. The cow dedicates her life to people, but dies silently in a corner of the barn without asking for anything in return.
No one will pay attention to the death of a cow, and even less will remember what it has done for us after it dies. That's how the cow is, born into the world in obscurity, and left in obscurity, but left a lot of things for people.
And it never asked for anything, as long as there is a pile of hay and a cowshed is enough. Mr. Lu Xun once said, "Cross-eyed and cold, head down and willing to be a child's ox."
The cow eats grass and milks the cow. This silent cow reminds me of the people who are like it in life.
Farmers, factory workers, school teachers, they are like cows, working in obscurity, but do not seek much reward. But how can society continue to exist without them? Without farmers, people have no food and vegetables to eat; without workers, there are no skyscrapers; without teachers, students can not learn knowledge.
In the west, there are many such people. July 1, 2006, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminds me of those volunteers who participated in the development of the western region.
They endured the freezing cold and droughts and floods to bring prosperity to the western part of the motherland. So difficult things, they have persisted.
Yet how much did they get in return? Don't we have such a spirit? In fact, as long as we work harder, everyone can be silent and selfless. I respect the cow, it is diligent, hard-working, silent and selfless dedication to the people.
It can be compared with the pine tree and poplar; it can be the same with the "four gentlemen". I must learn the spirit of the cow! (2) Borrowing objects as a metaphor - plum blossom source: I praise the steadfast pine, I praise the courage to fight the west wind hedge chrysanthemum, I praise the lotus flower proudly look down on the sludge, but I praise the plum blossom of the snow rage.
At the time of the fading of the flowers, only the plum blossom is alive and well. The snowflakes are flying in the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind.
Nine winters, the ground freezing cold, the snow and put the plum blossom, open so bright. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The flowers are white and red, the petals are lubricated and transparent, like amber platinum or jasper carving, a bit of ice and jade elegance. Some are as colorful as the sun, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper.
Plum blossoms or early and late, in the same plum tree, you can see the blossoms of various forms. Some of the shy to be released, pink buds fresh and lovely; some just bloomed, there are a few small bees drilled in, greedily sucking pollen; some bloom for a long time, pink and tender petals if people love; the plum blossom before the hot bloom, now the petals to wither.
The wind blew the flowers down, you do not have to worry about the petals will fall broken, the plum blossom is not a delicate flower, the more cold, the more the wind and snow pressure, it opens the more spirit, the more showy. Ancient people have a good saying: "the sword from the sharpening out, the plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold."
Blowing it is not the gentle spring wind, but the bitter cold wind; moisturize it is not cool and sweet rain, but the cold and aggressive snow and ice; shine it is not the brilliant sunshine, but a ray of cold in the residual sun. Only a life with challenges is a good life.
It is a proud fragrance in the cold, in the face of the flurry fluttering snow, she smiled more brightly. It never competes with the hundred flowers for the bright spring, and never show off its beauty, it has a set of pride, and never proud and arrogant.
Whenever the cold winter morning, a distinctive charm, elegant fragrance from the window. It is not only the elegance of the elegant grace of the poets and painters of the past and present to praise it, but also its ice (3) flowers I praise the steadfastness of the pine, I praise the courage to fight the west wind hedge chrysanthemums, I praise the lotus flower of the proud of the sludge, I praise the plum blossom of the snow in the fury of the more.
At the time of the fading of all flowers, only the plum blossom is alive and well. The snowflakes are flying in the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind.
Nine winters, the ground freezing cold, the snow and put the plum blossom, open so bright. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The flowers are white and red, the petals are lubricated and transparent, like amber platinum or jasper carving, a bit of ice and jade elegance. Some are as colorful as the sun, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper.
Plum blossoms or early and late, in the same plum tree, you can see the blossoms of various forms. Some of the shy to be released, pink buds fresh and lovely; some just bloomed, there are a few small bees drilled in, greedily sucking pollen; some bloom for a long time, pink and tender petals if people love; the plum blossom before the hot bloom, now the petals to wither.
The wind blew the flowers down, you do not have to worry about the petals will fall broken, the plum blossom is not a delicate flower, the more cold, the more the wind and snow pressure, it opens the more spirit, the more showy. Ancient people have a good saying: "the sword from the sharpening out, the plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold."
Blowing it is not the gentle spring wind, but the bitter cold wind; moisturize it is not cool and sweet rain, but the cold and aggressive snow and ice; shine it is not the brilliant sunshine, but a ray of cold in the residual sun. Only a life with challenges is a good life.
It is a proud fragrance in the cold, in the face of the snow like flakes fluttering, she smiled more brightly. It never with hundred.
4. Use the technique of borrowing objects to write a compositionI am a humble grass. I am a humble grass. I am rooted in the black soil and receive their nourishment comfortably. I like the free wind because it makes me sway and dance. In the morning, I bathe in the sunlight, and when the breeze passes by, I twist my body and shake the water droplets after bathing. A drop of crystal through the light, it let me see you, a boy in the sun.
He has a pair of dark and talking eyes, a snow-white shirt, and blue anti-old jeans. The sun shines on the side of his face, creating a halo. The spring breeze blew away his snow-white shirt and messed up his hair, and I saw his smile. He walked towards me with the sunlight and brushed past me, I felt his scent, so I kept twisting my body, hoping he would look at me, however. He didn't notice me .
The moonlight rosebuds, did not lose the daytime eye-catching color. Really another I envy, the stars of the night flickering, and as if to see his silhouette, sunny smile, so that the silence of the night sky is no longer dark. With the wind constantly shaking the body, I wish to the stars: "Please let me become a beautiful flower, I no longer want to be a humble grass, to let him see my beauty, I can sacrifice everything for this". What a ridiculous wish, how could the stars understand? I secretly sneer.
The sunlight came through the gaps in the leaves, and I felt a pain in my body, as if I had been plucked up by the roots, and could not dominate every nerve of my body. Trying to open my eyes, I saw further away, a bee surrounding me, no, a swarm of bees. They were coming at me like bombers, whereas in the past I was accompanied by small, solitary insects like ladybugs and praying mantises. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a brown coat with black thorns. I am no longer a grass, because I have maroon stamens and yellowish petals, I have become a rosebush. I was the only flower in the endless sea of grass, happy to forget the pain, the wind swept through the branches and gave me a flying feeling. I can't wait for him to come.
5. Use the writing style of borrowed objects to write a composition 450 wordsCandle
Silently lying in an inconspicuous corner, never without complaint by the fire burned into, good, it is the candle.
Candle, it does not have the dazzling lamp and electric light of the bright, but also can bring light to people. When there is a blackout, which of the usual shiny table lamps and electric lamps can still shine? Only the candles, excitedly brought up and lit by their owners, slowly, slowly melted away, leaving a hard puddle of wax oil.
Yes, the candle usually lies in such an inconspicuous corner, who has paid attention to it? However, the candle it does not think, people usually do not pay attention to it, only in the blackout time to use it, and it is still obscure, unrequited.
Such a spirit is not just like our teachers? The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and how you are doing it.
In your peace of mind when you sleep, the mind can ever come up with such a scene? The teacher is tired at the table, correcting the homework, that exhausted bottle of pen water, is the best witness.
In class, the students are sitting on the chair, teacher, you must be very tired. When you are sick, even if it is serious, you will give us a sick class, teacher, you must be very difficult.
Yes, teachers are like candles, burning themselves, illuminating others. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. You are a student in the darkness of a lamp, is a student lost when the signpost. Teachers, I want to say: you worked hard!
6. Borrowed from the compositionI praise the steadfastness of the pine and cypress, I praise the courage to fight the west wind of the hedge chrysanthemum, I praise the lotus flower of the proud sludge, but I praise the plum blossom of the snow rage.
At the time of the fading of all flowers, only the plum blossom is alive and well. The snowflakes are flying in the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind.
Nine winters, the ground freezing cold, the snow and put the plum blossom, open so bright. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The flowers are white and red, the petals are lubricated and transparent, like amber platinum or jasper carving, a bit of ice and jade elegance. Some are as colorful as the sun, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper.
Plum blossoms or early and late, in the same plum tree, you can see the blossoms of various forms. Some of the shy to be released, pink buds fresh and lovely; some just bloomed, there are a few small bees drilled in, greedily sucking pollen; some bloom for a long time, pink and tender petals if people love; the plum blossom before the hot bloom, now the petals to wither.
The wind blew the flowers down, you do not have to worry about the petals will fall broken, plum blossom is not a delicate flower, the more cold, the more the wind and snow pressure, it opens the more spirit, the more showy. Ancient people have a good saying: "the sword from the sharpening out, the plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold."
Blowing it is not the gentle spring wind, but the bitter cold wind; moisturize it is not cool and sweet rain, but the cold and aggressive snow and ice; shine it is not the brilliant sunshine, but a ray of cold in the residual sun. Only a life with challenges is a good life.
It is a proud fragrance in the cold, in the face of the flurry fluttering snow, she smiled more brightly. It never competes with the hundred flowers for the bright spring, and never show off its beauty, it has a set of pride, and never proud and arrogant.
Whenever the cold winter morning, a distinctive charm, elegant fragrance from the window. It is not only the elegant and handsome style so that ancient and modern poets and painters praise it, but also with its icy skin and jade bones, the cold to stay fragrant was described as the essence of the nation for the world.
Plum blossoms with its noble, strong, modest character, giving people the will to inspire. The color of plum blossom is gorgeous but not demonic.
Plum blossom fragrance, quiet and elegant. Plum blossom posture, pale ancient and beautiful.
Is it not our construction workers? They no matter how cold and hot, no matter how windy and rainy, no matter how cold it is, they are in their jobs seriously work. I want to learn the plum blossom, I want to be a person like the plum blossom.
The green creeper In 1963, I was in my third year of junior high school, I wrote a composition called "a portrait", is to write a teacher who taught me plane geometry. He was a very interesting teacher and a very interesting person, which made him think that he was very interesting.
After my language teacher recommended it, it won a prize in the Beijing Children's Essay Contest.
One day, I was very happy to see that I had won the award.
One day, my language teacher brought me a big thick book and said, "Your essay is going to be printed in a book. I opened my eyes wide, somewhat puzzled. "It's Mr. Ye Shengtao!" Teacher handed me the big book and added, "Look how carefully Mr. Ye revised it, you can learn a lot from it!" I opened the book and saw that it contained the 20 essays that had won this essay contest.
I turned to my essay, and I was stumped: the first thing that caught my eye was the red symbols of modification and changes added to the small words, dense, several pages of red circles, hooks or straight lines, curves everywhere. The essay was like a person who had undergone major surgery and was bloodied and bandaged.
Back home, I carefully read several times Mr. Ye's modification of my essay. The title "a portrait" was changed to "a portrait", and I immediately felt the accuracy of the use of words.
There are many places like this, and many places where long sentences are broken into shorter ones. In one place, I remember very clearly: "How come you removed the book cover that wrapped the geometry textbook?" Mr. Yeh changed it to, "How come you removed the wrapping paper from your geometry textbook?" Deleting the verb "wrap" in the original sentence makes the sentence cleaner and more standardized.
And it's more accurate to change "book jacket" to "book cover" because a book jacket can be thought of as the cover of a book. I really benefited from this, and it's not the same as being there.
This not only allows me to see my own composition of all kinds of problems, but also makes me realize the enormity of the cause of literature: do not make great efforts, not meticulous, it is difficult to become a big trend. Although I have not seen the face of Mr. Ye, but from his review dry by his seriousness, peace and warmth, such as the spring breeze on the face.
Mr. Ye wrote a short comment at the back of my essay: "This essay is full of concrete facts, revealing the respect for Mr. Wang from concrete facts. If you are not y moved by these things about painting, you can't write so kindly and naturally." This short comment built up my confidence in writing.
At that time, I was only 15 years old, a hairy child, can actually get a famous at home and abroad literary world of the great writer's guidance and encouragement, the inner excitement can be imagined, rising confidence and fantasy, like a bird flying out of the shake wings. That's the kind of mind that only a child of that age would have.
This summer, the language teacher found me, said: "Mr. Ye Shengtao wants to invite you to his home as a guest!" I was surprised. I was surprised that a great writer like Mr. Ye Shengtao actually wanted to meet a junior high school student, and I naturally took it as a major event in my life.
That day, the weather was very good. In the afternoon, I came to Dongsi North Street, a not spacious but very quiet hutong.
Mr. Ye's granddaughter, Ye Xiaomo, greeted me at the door. The courtyard is a typical courtyard, open and elegant, just into the inner courtyard, a wall of green creepers into the eyes, so that the summer heat is reduced a lot, the sunlight has become green, like a gentle elf jumping on the top of the flickering points of light.
Ye Xiaomo guided me to the living room, where old Mr. Ye was already waiting at the door. When he saw me, he shook my hand as if he were meeting an adult, which instantly made me feel that the distance was shortened quite a lot.
After taking his seat, he asked me my age in a strong Suzhou accent, and said with a smile, "You and Xiaomo are the same age!" He was so casual and kind that the mysterious halo on the writer's head disappeared, and so did my sense of constraint. The greater the writer, the more approachable, it turns out that he is just like a normal grandfather as people feel friendly.
It is interesting to think that that afternoon, Mr. Ye did not talk about my award-winning essay, nor did he talk about writing. He didn't teach me any secrets of literary creation.
7. Borrowing Objects for Composition1.
Chalk
On the table in front of the blackboard, there was a lot of chalk in bits and pieces. These chalks are almost at the end of their lives, and some of them are even too small to be worth mentioning. DINGZHOU, the class *** rang, the students quickly ran to their seats, straighten their chests, waiting for the teacher's arrival. The teacher walked in with a big stride, placed the papers on the table, and began the lesson. The teacher picked up a piece of chalk just big enough to hold and turned to write for us from the blackboard. Rustling, rustling, rustling, the chalk turned into grains of white granular objects that disappeared a little after leaving their mark on the blackboard. "Borrowing things for others, entrusting things to say", when this a small chalk for us to write the last word, for us to teach the last knowledge, to complete its last task, then disappeared. From this small chalk, embodies what a great quality ah. That is - dedication.
Dedication is a kind of selfless beauty, it is silent, but it is on our side. Which has a car siren, then there is the police figure, regardless of frost, rain and snow, regardless of the cold and heat, he (she) are sticking to their posts, sucked into the car's exhaust, heard the noise of the horn, smelled the odor of the tailpipe, but in exchange for the traffic is fast and smooth. This is not also a dedication?
Chalk ah, your beauty is selfless, great beauty, dedication to themselves, help others, Tagore said: "The cause of the fruit is honored, the cause of the flower is sweet, but let me do the cause of the leaf in the shadow of silent dedication. This is a tribute to you, how great you are, I praise you, chalk!
2.
Plum blossoms
Tiny petals, thin but strong branches, pale pinkish white, entwined in the fragrance of the circumference. That is a kind of flower that opens proudly only in winter, that is a kind of flower that looks more pure white only in the snow, that is a kind of flower that can't be pressed by snowflakes. Yes, that is the plum blossom. In the winter snow proudly stand up flowers.
Winter, the four seasons in the most lifeless a season, giving people the feeling of boundless white, snowflakes all over the world, swept away, just to add a few points of green for this withered winter of the pines and cypresses, at this time was also covered with a thick snow cover.
And at this time, just in the snow of this sky, just in the lamentation of all things, the plum blossom appeared, just in this snow proudly stand. Her high and thin branches are not affected by the wind and snow at all. Proudly facing the frost. Blossoming in the snow and wind, full of bravado, standing up, standing up, let the wind and snow blow ......
This is the reason why I love plum blossoms, strong and unyielding. Although the winter is so cold that people are too lazy to go out, yet the plum blossom blooms in the snow and wind with that tiny flower, and the spirit symbolized by this tiny flower is far more noble than that of the bright and colorful roses, moonshine, and peonies in the summer.
Look at the plum blossom, like a pure white snow, but the snow melted, leaving just a puddle of stains, flashy, false, while the plum blossom, she is really pure white, sometimes with a little bit of pink, she left behind, is seemingly no aroma. Her simplicity and elegance, but also not common people can reach.
You see that in the wind and snow proudly standing, blossoming plum blossoms, do you not feel her beauty in the slightest? Is not in the boundless snow, you suddenly see a standing plum blossom in front of you, you will not be her kind of frost, strong and unyielding spirit infected? Do not you ever think, she and the Red Army soldiers more or less similar to the spirit of strength and unyielding? Don't you think, this proud of the frost of the snow plum, really symbolizes our revolutionary soldiers, symbolizes their kind of tenacity and unyielding, the courage to fight, longing for the arrival of the blizzard of that kind of spirit, that kind of quality of will?
3, the candle
An ordinary cylinder, wearing a red coat, the head of a long "antenna", which is the candle.
Candle is a very common items, I believe we have seen the candle! It is very cheap, all over the world everywhere. See this, you must feel strange, right, the candle is so common, why do I have to go to great lengths to introduce it? Indeed, the candle is very common, but it kind of silent for others to pay the spirit but y attracted me. It lights itself, illuminates others, without asking for a trace of return. Thinking of this, I can not help but think of the motherland flower cultivator, the pillars of the motherland pillar, for our silent contribution to the teacher. Every day, the teacher returned to school early to teach us to be a man of reason, to teach us a wealth of knowledge. Everyone says that the teacher is the gardener, is the light in the sea. But I would say that a teacher is a candle. "Once a teacher, always a father." Teachers use hard work and sweat to cultivate us, the flowers of the motherland, so that we become the contributors to the motherland, and never have a little selfishness for themselves and do not ask for a little return. If there is no teacher in our life, it is like having no candle in a blackout, and life will be plunged into darkness. At this time, I remembered an ancient poem I memorized last semester: the silk worm will not be exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch will only dry up when it turns into ashes. This saying couldn't be more appropriate for teachers. Teachers until gray hair, but also still insist on lessons, just like a candle, to light others sacrifice themselves.
Candle, it is so ordinary, but also so great. In the future, I also want to be like a candle, for the community to pay quietly, selfless dedication!
I hope it can help you!
8. To write a composition in the technique of borrowing objects as a metaphor for peopleplum blossoms
The sword sharpens from the sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold
I praise the steadfast pine and cypress, I praise the courage to fight against the west wind hedge chrysanthemums, I praise the lotus flower of the sludge, but I praise the plum blossoms of the snow in full bloom.
At the time of the fading of all flowers, only the plum blossom is alive and well. Facing the sky fluttering snowflakes, standing proudly in the bitter cold wind. Nine winter, the ground freezing cold, the snow and put the plum blossom, open so bright. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The flowers are white and red, the petals are lubricated and transparent, like amber platinum or jasper carving, a bit of ice and jade elegance. Some are as colorful as the sun, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper. Plum blossoms bloom or have early and late, in the same plum tree, you can see the blossom of a variety of forms. Some shy to be released, pink buds tender and lovely; some just bloomed, there are a few small bees drilled in, greedily sucking pollen; some bloom for a long time, pink and tender petals if people love; the previous hot and lively open plum blossoms, now the petals to wither. Wind blowing flowers fall, you do not have to worry about the petals will break, plum blossom is not a delicate flower, the more cold, the more the wind and snow pressure, it opens the more spirit, the more beautiful. Ancient people have a good saying: "sword sharpness from sharpening, plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold." Blowing it is not the gentle spring wind, but the bitter cold wind; moisturize it is not cool and sweet rain, but the cold and aggressive snow and ice; shine it is not the brilliant sunshine, but a ray of sunshine in the cold. Only a life with challenges is a good life. It is a proud fragrance in the cold, and she smiles more brightly in the face of the snow that flutters like flakes. It never competes with the hundred flowers for the bright spring, and never show off its beauty, it has a set of pride, and never proud and arrogant. Whenever the cold winter morning, a distinctive charm, elegant fragrance from the window.
It is not only the elegant and handsome style so that ancient and modern poets and painters praise it, but also with its ice and jade bones, cold and fragrant is a metaphor for the essence of the nation for the world. Plum blossom with its noble, strong, modest character, to give people the will to inspire.
The color of plum blossoms is gorgeous and not demonic.
The fragrance of plum blossom is quiet and elegant.
Plum blossom posture, pale ancient and elegant.
Is it not our construction workers? They are working hard at their jobs regardless of the cold and the heat, regardless of the wind and the rain, regardless of the freezing weather.
I want to study the plum blossom, I want to be a person like the plum blossom.
9. Writing about people or things and borrowing things from othersPeople love pearls, love its smooth, white. But who has ever loved the shells that work so hard to make pearls?
Pearls are made from sand by shells. Sand is not like gold, born with a golden appearance; sand is not like a tree, can become a pillar; sand is not like a stone, there is a hard body, but the shell does not give up, it uses its own flesh and blood to hone this grain of sand. As it forges the pearl, it is sometimes worn down by the sand, and sometimes it is in a hurry. But it never gave up before. It just silently waited with a glimmer of hope. It takes a shell a lifetime to make a pearl. Some are opened by greedy humans looking for pearls before they can make them. Some sand can't become a pearl, then those shells can't even do the tiniest thing in its life. How much those shells are like our mothers, and we are those grains of sand, our mothers went out of their way to help us learn. We, some of us, have turned out to be great people, and some of us have turned out to be mediocre people. No matter what we will become, our moms always believe in two words: hope.
I love the shell, its beautiful pearls, and even more, its perseverance and persistent hope.