The Tibetan antelope is a tough animal, living in the Tibetan steppe, is a bright pearl there. But you know what? The dashing Tibetan antelope also has a tearful side. There is an article called "Tibetan antelope kneeling", I read this article, the heart can not be calm for a long time ......
The story is about a hunter in the Tibetan plateau, one morning, he walked out of the tent saw a fat Tibetan antelope. He was so happy that he took out his shotgun and aimed it at the antelope. Suddenly the fat antelope knelt down towards the hunter and two tears flowed from its eyes. The hunter was stunned, the first time in his thirty years of hunting career to see such a scene, his heart not only softened. But the hunter must be a hunter, only to see his eyes closed, pull the trigger, the Tibetan antelope fell with the sound. After killing, the hunter did not immediately deal with, but a series of several days before doing. When he cut open the Tibetan antelope abdomen, stunned: found that the antelope uterus has a small antelope has been molded, the original Tibetan antelope kneeling is begging to let their children a way out of life ah! The hunter's knife fell to the ground, and the hunter's shadow disappeared from the prairie.
I was y impressed by the mother, she let me understand that mother's love is so great! I believe that the antelope mother knows that begging the hard-hearted hunter how great the risk, but if the escape that even live a ray of hope ah! If there is no child, maybe the antelope will run away, but it has a child, it is for the safety of the child to do so. What does a mother do for her child?
Thinking about the great mother of the Tibetan antelope, my mother's shadow also appeared in my mind. My mother loved me in every way, was inseparable from me, and she preferred to do things she didn't like for my sake. I heard that when mom was pregnant with me, she ate everything that was nutritious. Mom's favorite food was hot pot, but after reading that eating fishy and spicy food is not good for the fetus, Mom endured the saliva for ten months. I hate the taste of walnuts, but they are good for the fetus, so I had to give up my life for mine.
Mothers are the same all over the world, they will devote all their energy to their children, and even give up their lives for their children, just like the mother of the Tibetan antelope. Whenever I think of the Tibetan antelope kneeling, my heart is shaken, I can't forget the two traces of crystal tears, and I can't forget that kneeling, because it is full of heartbreaking and great motherly love.
There is a good song: "the world is only a good mother, there is a mother's child like a piece of treasure ......" Yes! How great and important is the mother.
The clouds, touch my heart
Looking at the clouds, is to interpret life. Look at the clouds fluctuating, under the dome of the sky stood a small silhouette, everyone is looking at the clouds, everyone is experiencing the visible and invisible life.
Different people, look at the clouds to see different shapes and colors; different people, different understanding of life, different answers. Different people have different understandings of life, different answers. The answers are varied, the pursuit of life is not the same, so life is due to the richness of the answers and colorful!
Life, how big a concept? The concept of life, how big a concept? In short, it is everywhere and everything.
Hua Mulan's life dictionary has the word filial piety and courage, which is her answer to life, so she is wearing a robe of war, she finally interpreted a song of the ancient and moving the ancient song!
Throughout history and modern times, it is difficult to count the generals who lie on the sand forever, fighting with the enemy to the death without saying retreat, because their answer to life is: it is a soldier, we have to go to the iron and steel horse, horse leather wrapped in corpses still! Life is thus smeared with a strong sense of ambition.
"The building boat night snow Guazhou ferry, iron horse autumn wind Dasan pass". White head of the poet's memories is precisely his bitter search for a lifetime of answers can not be solved and the vicissitudes of the young to pursue the answer to life's portraits. The living page of life, and wrote down a tragic hero of the ambition is difficult to pay a stroke.
Four hundred years ago, the indomitable soul that was burned to death by the fire in the Flower Square in Rome, the answer to his life is to adhere to the truth, and hundreds of years later, the world is looking up to the truth, and at the same time, there is a moving color in the life of the truth.
Li Bai, who was not willing to break the brow of the power and nobility, in the confusion of his career, came up with a new answer from the "difficult to reach the sky of Shu Road", so he spilled out his uninhibited feelings in the vast landscapes and waved his pen to achieve a piece of biographical information.
The people's good Premier Zhou Enlai's life is to serve the people's flash course, which is his only answer to life, so when his ashes scattered to the rolling waves, hundreds of millions of people cried out in pain, and always remember this great soul.
Tang Taizong's gaze was far-reaching enough to see the tents of Huihe, the castles of Tubo, and he understood that the stability of rule begins with the rapprochement of peoples: his answer was different from that of Genghis Khan's successors. Thus, the gates of the imperial city opened, welcoming the breath of the plateau, the wind of the Cangshan Mountains, the waves of the Erhai Sea, and the gales of the northeast. Thus, the life of this feudal monarch stood in a unique position in the historical shrine.
Different historical figures made different answers to life, interpretation, is a rich history. The richness and beauty of life also lies in the creation of differences, of course, it also stems from different answers to things. An acre of wheat that is about to be harvested, the farmer sees is full of grains, Van Gogh sees is the passion of life, the poet sees is the combination of color and waves ...... so the material edifice of society and the spiritual edifice will be uprooted, life will be rich and solid.
Friends, walking through the smoke and clouds of history, what is your answer to life? How will you face the reality? What attitude will you face the challenges of future life? Don't forget, we are young, "look at the clouds" of the day do not get lost in the naive romantic, looking for a rational answer, let us chase, let us fly. We have to create our own life, and a better future is our own!
"Sunset, touched my heart"
"Sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk" poem touched the hearts of many people, this touch comes from Li Shangyin's love of the infinite beauty of the sunset. But not long ago, an encounter with the sunset also made me have unlimited reverie on the sunset. The sunset, such a crippled sun, touched my heart from that moment on.
Saturday, the happy bell rang, and all the students cheered and picked up their backpacks and prepared to go home. But I was powerless on my desk, unwilling to move, why? In order to a make me ashamed of the chemistry paper, in order to make me speechless to face the teacher's 76 points. I wanted to reflect for a while longer, but I was driven out of the classroom by the labor committee on the grounds that I had to mop the floor. Standing in the hallway, still slumped over the railing. Tears had been shed, and I just interrogated myself thousands of times about why I was so careless. I longed, longed for God to give me a "regret pill", so that I retake the test again. I raised my head and looked at my favorite blue sky. In a flash, this careless looking up made me find a small beam of sunlight in the old tree by the cafeteria, and I followed the light, looking for the source of light. It was the setting sun, the setting sun in the west. This is a rare sight. An old tree with no green leaves yet possessing a sun at the top of the tree, fiery red. The setting sun colored the light blue of the sky into a dark reddish color. While I was still absorbed in this beauty, I looked up again, how come the sun became half? I was not willing to enjoy only half of the setting sun, so I quickly ran to the third floor, grabbed the railing, a glimpse of her face. Perhaps it was the rare beauty of this view that forced me to put aside my unhappiness and loss. When I saw the full sun again, I actually smiled happily. Looking at the sunset, a series of questions suddenly flashed through my mind: why did today pass by so unnoticed? What will happen tomorrow? Will there still be such a pleasant sunset view?
However, at once, I realized: for those unknown things, we are the master. What will happen tomorrow is determined by its master. The sun will rise in the east, the sun will set in the west, this is an unchanging fact. Don't care whether there will be sunrise magnificence and sunset beauty tomorrow, as long as there is a sun in your heart, the same way: don't care whether you will fall down in the middle of the way, as long as there is a faith in your heart. Tears dry, the sky of fantasy is always useless. The only thing is to continue to summarize the experience, in the mountains and water in the will, so you can wait for the darkness of the euphoria.
Without realizing it, the setting sun no longer exists, and the only sound in the quiet campus is the loud voice of a teenager touched by the setting sun: "Go home!"
"A sentence that touched my heart"
Once I read an article that said, "The old man is always lonely,......, the longer he lives, means the more he has to endure the torment of loneliness. At that time, I did not quite understand, the elderly lonely? Why do they never show it on their faces? (With a question to put forward their own thinking, can also trigger the reader's thinking.)
One hot summer day made me realize that the loneliness of the elderly is often neglected by us. (Transition is natural and leads to the following.)
Grandpa, who disliked the accelerated life and noisy atmosphere of the city, followed the example of Tao Yuanming to return to his hometown. So he became a lonely man. (This sentence lacks the necessary explanation, grandfather returned to the field, how did the family react? Why was he left alone?)
That summer, I accompanied him, watching TV. The phone rang, and I answered it, and it was my mom and dad, who had been living here for a couple of days and already wanted me so much that they couldn't sleep, and two phone calls a day weren't enough. As a rule, after listening to the phone, then hang up. Grandpa, who was sitting on the sidelines, asked, "Is it your dad, or is it your mom?" I smiled and said, "It's mom!" He sighed, "Water always flows downhill!" I couldn't make heads or tails of this statement, "Grandpa, what do you mean?" He said, "I live here alone and the phone only rings once in ten days, whereas with you, it can ring ten times in three days!" (It's worth recognizing that you can use contrasting writing styles to show Grandpa's loss, but just could Grandpa's movements and mannerisms be portrayed in a more detailed and evocative way?)
This sentence y touched my heart. Indeed, for grandpa, people of the same generation are going one by one, friends are getting fewer and fewer, and for the family members, too, the children are independent, have their own homes, and go to other cities, who will still care about the old man. (This paragraph should be expanded to add some concrete and palpable events or images to bring out the loneliness of the elderly in a profound way, so as to better trigger the following revelation of the theme.)
Hasten to do a filial piety for the elderly, may be a table of delicacies;, may be a hand-picked wild fruits; may be a bouquet of beautiful flowers; may be a small card of greetings; may be tens of thousands of dollars; may be just a coin with body heat. In the balance of filial piety, they are equal. (What the old people need is not material gifts, but spiritual comfort. The theme could have been explored a little deeper, a little more thoroughly.)
"Come home often, come home to see, even if ......"