I just remember when I was small, I always felt that the sky was very high, not as depressing as it is now, and the boundless sky was so blue! When the clouds drifted by, there will be dragged long, thin tail, as if it will be dispersed, but also in the moment of squinting and the clouds behind the merger; together, and then scattered, divided and merged in the vast sky, so free and diffuse unrestrained. Later to Mount Hua, and a few friends to climb the mountain, from the bottom of the mountain to look up, white clouds such as ribbons entwined with the tip of the mountain, so beautiful, light and comfortable; but the heart is not the slightest bit of sadness, my long hair in the wind and my young thoughts with the drift, my mind and my dream to fly, my longing for the continuation of the footsteps to the top of the mountain, just want to go up to catch the few clouds with a belt, the bundle of the same childhood! I'd like to go up there and catch the few cloud bands and tie up the same lonely heart of my childhood! I only knew that when I climbed up a hill out of breath, I saw that the clouds had already been wrapped around another hilltop farther and higher, so far out of reach! The first time I tasted the "deep clouds do not know where, only in this mountain" of the empty helplessness, classmates of a joke: "You are not that entangled in the mountain clouds? I can't help but laugh. A young heart, never know how to be depressed, everything is like floating clouds, floating through the heart of the time is so gently and skillfully! Later, the fate of the top of Mount Tai and the cloud again met, the heart is a hundred mixed feelings! Snowflakes flying on Mount Tai, snow in the whirlwind song, cloud in the drift with the dance, the cloud, is it the snow of the elves? Look up, the distant white clouds scroll; head down, the sea of clouds surging; body, cloud smoke like a dream. The far clouds can be imagined, the clouds under the mountain can be realized. The only thing around the quietly drifting through the clouds of smoke is how can not catch, can not help but tears like a spring!
Originally, when people grow up, they don't have time to look at the clouds in the sky, but they don't dare to look at the beauty of the clouds, and they don't dare to have a dream. There have been many days, I closed the curtains, the complexity of the world outside the sea of people, at this time, only writing accompanied me. The floppy disk gradually filled with some or confused thoughts, or happy, but more is depressed about the text; those words after the text never dare to turn out to see, as if afraid to face some uncomfortable past! Only they understand, the past days is how to come, as if all is not to do, so after denying their own, the heart of the tears actually wet eyes. Anyone with a sensitive mind, born with a pen to tell their own heart, as if only a seemingly wooden words can be strung like silk heart strings; choose to express the words of the people destined to be more than other people can more directly feel the pain, but also doomed to live more difficult than other people. This is like the clouds in the sky, from the beginning of the choice of wandering and floating.
Those prostrate in the ground beggars, face y buried in their bodies, the whole body close to the ground, can not see the humble expression, can not distinguish between the color of the clothes, dirty feet and hands; I do not like to stand in the street like a fly as the chattering stared at you beggars, but see those quietly with the world of the beggar, the heart seems to be drawn tight. I don't dare to imagine that such begging can eventually be exchanged for a big house, only to feel that their humble form of deep-rooted not cowardly soul! It is also a cloud, just floating in a different space.
Everyone in the world is begging for mercy, prostrate on the ground, begging for the most basic life; and standing seemingly decent people, why not also in the begging?
With different ways and moods begging for power, money and love, everyone is not an occasional floating cloud over the world? Then there is no need to be surprised at the cloud's itinerary, everything as desired, everything is not better with fate? Writing here, I can not help but lift up the curtains, but only to see the gray thick clouds and the hidden in the depths of the sunshine of the bright, as can not penetrate the soul of the repression!
There are times when you can't see the clouds floating by, at this time, you can only let the heart of that cloud gently slipped by, the heart is also at this moment as Schumann's music like a flat ~~~~~
The feeling of growing up
Fujian Jinjiang Qiaosheng Middle School C11 362271 Cai Ya-chun
Time passes, the times are progressing, all things are being renewed, and I --in growing up. It is a transition in life, from childish to mature, from naughty to quiet. However, this contains a variety of flavors, just like the five flavor bottle -
Sour
Ugh! Alas! Alas!!! A good weekend, I was going to have a nice bubble tea and chat with Chow Chow. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on a new one, so I'll be able to get one. The reason is very simple, the weekend fashion stores discount, mom and sister-in-law rushed to go "shopping", dragging a "tail" is too much trouble, just have me this "volunteer nanny".
"Sister, I want to draw." "I want to write." ...... "I want to write." ...... "I want to eat." ...... ah ah ah! You really think you are "Wu Zetian" replica ah! The "emperor" frame full, want the wind to get the wind, want the rain to rain.
"I'm telling you, you'd better listen to me, if you make another noise, you'll be eaten up and go away." Cousin can be really good, let the always good character of me, suddenly have an urge to "open flat".
"Humph! If you're mean again, I'll drop your stuff." Cousin grabbed the glass bottle on the table with one hand and slammed it to the ground, "pop", broke. Oh my god! That was the smokeless candle I spent a week's worth of all-nighters on. The volcano in my heart finally erupted. No matter what, I rushed over and "sprayed" my anger on my little cousin at once. At the same time, the mother came back, the little cousin hard to squeeze out two lines of tears, rolling and crawling to run to the mother "complain". She also added more fuel to the fire by saying that I scolded her as "flattening" her. Mom could not help but give me a slap on the face, reprimanded: "You ah! You've grown so big, still have the nerve to hit your sister, grown so big, and still let me lecture you." I touched the hot bruises on my face, froze, tears like broken beads, how can not stop. Oy! That's what growing up feels like - sour.
Sweet
"27, 28, 29, 30. hurray! Just a few more days to save up 35 dollars and I can buy a new school bag." I giggled at the piggy bank as I counted the money. Heh heh! The bag was new and had a little alarm clock on it that went "tick-tock-tick-tock". Back then! Hey, hey, hey, hey! I'm sure my buddies were all over me all day long. ......
"Daughter, mommy has something to tell you." It was my mom who called out to me.
"What is it? Mom. I'm so close to getting a new book bag." I yelled as I jumped.
Mom listened to me with a worried look on her face and her eyebrows knotted. I was so confused that I couldn't make sense of it. Suddenly, mom opened her mouth, "Do you know? There are more than 120 students in the disaster area who can't go to school, so if you donate 50 yuan you can help one child go to school for a year." Mom's eyes were always on me, as if she was up to something. My head spun several times, and I finally understood. Mom was asking me to endure the pain and turn my book bag into a donation. But ...... not right, the disaster area people need more help, I should help them, but that book bag ...... hey, next time to buy it!
"Mom, I decided to anti money donated." Said really some intolerance. "Good daughter, really grown up, grown up ah!" Haha! Mom's words gave me great encouragement. This is the feeling of growing up - sweet.
Bitter
Done! My weekend was declared over again. Don't get me wrong, this time it's not my little cousin who's here, but there's a reason: my mom always thought I was old enough to learn how to do housework, so that I wouldn't be "unable to get into the kitchen, unable to get out of the hall" in the future. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Doing it! Although I do not know, but "people fight for a breath", how also have to let mom see my awesome. The first thing to do is to start with breakfast! The breakfast is thin rice and doughnuts, downstairs can be bought, simple! Ha, so doing housework is so simple, how can mom be so lazy, this little job also let me do, really. However, things are not as simple as I thought, the bitter days have just begun ......
"Wow! No way! It's only one morning and I have to do laundry, boil water, carry coal, and pay the electricity bill." I snapped my fingers as I screamed in agony. Hey, one by one! Wash clothes, half a day without a clean; boil water, a pot of boiling water a pot of boiling water left half a pot; move coal, coal did not move a few, but became a kitten; pay the electricity bill, not only did not pay, feet are walking through the skin. I'm not sure I can pay the electricity bill, but I've broken the skin on my feet! This is the feeling of growing up - bitter.
Growing up, in fact, is like a bottle of five flavors, containing a variety of tastes; like a palette, with a variety of colors, it is waiting for you to try, waiting for you to experience!
Happiness is all around me
Happiness is really everywhere, it is always quietly and unobtrusively, in the case of you do not know, no defense.
I once lamented: I did not forget happiness, but happiness forgot me.
I used to complain: God is too unfair, the goddess of happiness always forget to fulfill her duties.
Until someone said to me: "Happiness is negative, as long as there is no pain, is happiness!" Only then did I suddenly realize that happiness is so simple.
Early in the morning, my father served me steaming noodles with happiness; my mother's warm advice to me with happiness; the workbook in the teacher's serious annotations with happiness.
When you are lost, the comfort of friends is a kind of happiness; lonely and helpless, the care of others is a kind of happiness; embarrassed and helpless, the passer-by that tolerant smile, understanding of the greetings is still a kind of happiness ......
Maybe some people will be disdainful, this is also counted as a kind of happiness? Happiness, should be successful and famous; happiness, should be cloaked in gold and silver; happiness, should be gorgeous room beautiful house ...... compared with these, what is your so-called happiness?
I used to be not think so? So I always complain, always in their own "fall" when the blood, envy others smooth sailing; always complain about their own ordinary, and envy others different, do not know, in the frustration to find a way out is also a kind of happiness; even if they are very ordinary, but I have their own personality is still a kind of happiness.
Happiness, it is around, just we do not notice. The people of the Sahara Desert know it best. Sahara Desert people know best; have three days of light is happiness? Helen Keller will tell you; even, pain is also a kind of happiness - the process of the caterpillar turning into a butterfly is painful, but the moment he turns into a butterfly, it is happiness!
Looking back on life, there are footprints of happiness everywhere, and having happiness is really simple!
"My family's Spring Festival"
The Spring Festival has come! On the night of New Year's Eve, after the reunion dinner, our whole family went to set off fireworks.
The sound of firecrackers and shells exploding in the small square was deafening from afar. The sky in the fireworks kept blooming, big red, light green, light purple, silver, golden, all kinds of fireworks to decorate the sky colorful, New Year's Eve night as if the day. We crowded into the bustling square, grandpa lit up a large string of firecrackers; dad point on a two-kick; mom flinging the prickly flowers; I rushed to use a lighter to the "stars" lit, only to see a flash of light, heard a huge muffled sound, fireworks bag blew up all of a sudden. Oops, not good, a few strings of sparks flying toward me, I was scared. I saw my dad quickly blocked in front of me, and my grandpa blocked in front of my dad. The sparks landed on the back of grandpa's hand, we rushed forward to see, grandpa covered his hands and said with a smile, "It's okay, no need to be nervous, I'm red (Hong) luck, hahahaha! I've hit the jackpot here." The whole family breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the grandfather talk and laugh, and I smiled happily.
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