The first year of life can be considered to be over, no longer have to face a miserable fear of the test paper, no longer have to stay up all night for a only to win the teachers and parents to reassure the scores, when the beginning of the chanting: "first year of life is over long live!" Who knows the more arduous road has just begun to sail ...... walk alone missed this summer, there will be no next summer to give me to look forward to. Determined to jump over the cliff of life, walking alone in the divergent paths of life, is uncertainty disoriented all the beautiful phantom, but I have not forgotten to carry a long time dream, those prosperous, embroidered, pure beauty, if that is the case, a small desire, absolutely, definitely, not just beautifully packaged gifts, there are nostalgic seeds sprouting in the bottom of the heart... ...
The beginning of the second year of school to the whole perfect vacation dream broken: homework more countless, busy preparations for the beginning of the school year and let me have thrown far away from the first grade textbooks and pick back. In order to make the second year can keep up, and desperately tutoring, parents are really, usually yelling busy, now why so leisurely tube learning.
This is the legendary, out of the mouth of the wolf and into the tiger's den it. Hopefully, like that soaring in the blue sky as free as a bird, but who knows how many slingshots in the back of the free at you. Who can really get free? The end of happiness, the beginning of hardship; the beginning of hardship, the end of happiness. You can't be happy forever, and you can't be hard forever. The most important cycle in life is happy, hard. When everything ends there is always something just beginning ......
My classmates left a message on my space. See classmates blessing words, I doubly touched, but the psychological also inevitably some bitterness. Why do you say so? Touched because our one-year classmate love is still still so solid. Since I went home on vacation, my classmates have been chatting with me on the Internet. They make me feel less lonely at home. Sincerely, when we are together, it is inevitable to talk about the previous class, the previous first eighteen classes.
Perhaps by now, many of the old classmates can not forget the girl who used to do all day long to keep their hands off the rolls and even 10 minutes of recess are not willing to waste easily; forget that the girl who is extremely rich in a sense of justice; forget that the serious face; forget that the girl who used to be so happy to be loved by the teacher; and can not forget that when encountering difficulties, will be to the classmates to show the vulnerability of the girl. The girl ...... but now I do not know whether it is more than before regression, or more than before grew up, understand? People use copper as a mirror to correct their clothes, use the past as a mirror to see the rise and fall, and use people's mirrors to know their gains and losses. In the eyes of outsiders I have made progress. But things in the world are not perfect, although I have benefited greatly from this new road, but I also lost something ......
Standing on one side of the sea, can never look at the other side, so start to fantasize, just because there is a fantasy to have suspense, only to become beautiful up. Life because you do not know what will happen next, only the fun of life, only because of the unexpected and a variety of human mood, only the joy and sadness.
Hey, maybe because life in junior high school is too unexpected, so it will be overwhelmed and feel hard!
Now, and into the second year of junior high school, I think: even if the pain, but also to persist, can not fall in place. Hope, only just set sail! Well, hope is not to be met with the same end! Even if I hold in my hands is a hot fire, I will not be afraid to be burned, years slipped away always leave a little trace is not it? Hopefully, after that wound heals, it will bloom into a brilliant flower, everything is just beginning ......
Second: just beginningThe night curtains opened, the black spread silently. I looped the song Fan Bingbing's "Just Beginning", time always passes unnoticed, as if only yesterday I stepped into this strange and longing school, but tomorrow will be for him to draw an end.
I stood at the window, the deep night will be surrounded by the entire neighborhood, everything that is like my heart, silent, just occasionally heard a few cars.
The half moon hangs in the night sky, and there are a few strands of dark blue floating clouds wandering. I walked aimlessly, the ear came the noise of the crowd, this is a center square. The vendors were yelling, and there seemed to be everything to eat, drink, and have fun. People were dancing in the square, but most of them were middle-aged people, and the neon lights in front of me were all flashing, confusing my vision. I feel that the scene in front of me is so far away from me, seems to be pompous, just want to escape.
Approaching the lakeside, the fresh water comes, and the sound of gurgling water, quietly flowing. Suddenly remembered the teacher had said a sentence: "When you feel tired, then go to find a place where there are mountains and trees and water." Looking at the hidden reflection in the water, thinking about the truth of this statement, perhaps my heart can also be like this lake like precipitation. Walking around the lake to the north, noticed a change of face around, seems to be a face gradually old, gradually climbed the wrinkles, until disappeared.
Listening to their laughter, home trivia, emotional entanglements, everything is intertwined. In the pavilion by the lake, there are three or two elderly people gathered. Further ahead, in an open space, those old people were playing Tai Chi, slow and light. An old player played soft and soothing music. I walked to the end of the lake, stopped to admire, looking back to the road, time is so careless, accidentally white head, accidentally slipped to the end.
Just like Fan Bingbing sang in the song, "So good to think that everything has just begun, gesturing on behalf of victory." I should be grateful that I have just begun, my life has just begun, I still have time, I can still cherish, I can still fight _ until the white head of the young, but also can look back on this past, ask the heart without shame.
Third: Thanksgiving has just begunThere is a kind of love is to guard, let the clouds roll, blossom and thank you; there is a kind of love is to pay, let the years pass, years old. No matter when, no matter where, there will always be a guardian angel in silence for us to pay, she is the mother!
Mother gave me a head of hair, but her temples have added a few strands of frost; mother gave me a strong body, but her forehead has climbed a few wrinkles; mother will feed me adults, but she was taken away by the years of youthful vitality; mother gave me a young life, but she was step by step towards the twilight; mother gave me romantic feelings, but she was wasted youth; mother gave me unlimited hope, but she is the age of youth; mother gave me a young life, but she was the age of youth; mother gave me an infinite hope, but she was the age of youth. My mother gave me unlimited hope, but she was dried up by time. Ah, mother, you have a lifetime of wholeheartedly pay, your love, will not be affected by the lack of quality and quantity, not because of the passage of time and light, your love will accompany me for life, never fade, never laid off.
However, we have done for the mother and what it, I do not know how many ignorant children, the mother even "come when called, come when you go", just like a small emperor, a small princess. Doing style, not stingy squander the mother's selfless love; and how many ruthless children, only because of the mother of a reprimand and question the mother's love, no understanding of the mother's wordless guardianship. In fact, when we were quickly reprimanded by our mother's hatred, the most upset is not us, but the mother! How she would like to hold us in her arms, softly nursing ah, but she can not, mother's mission and duties make her can not. She is teaching us tolerance, forbearance, devotion, consideration and love!
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son." I don't know how many nights we sleep in the care of the mother; I don't know how many mornings we wake up in the mother's call; I don't know how many times the wind and rain, we grow up in the shelter of the mother; I don't know how many times the sadness, we are strong in the comfort of the mother. Shouldn't we be grateful, shouldn't we be thankful?
Now I can do very little, but when my mother is tired, I can give her a basin of foot wash; when my mother has a headache, I can I give her a rub, do a simple massage; when my mother cooks, I can I help her wash dishes, brush the bowl ...... These small things are what I can do, and what I should do. Only then, let me in the face of my mother, to alleviate a little because of the burden on the family heart and not enough guilt.
Although Mother's Day has passed, gratitude has just begun.
Finally, the end of the day has come. Zero hour, the beginning of another day.
What can I do?
The vines hung down from the roofs of the buildings in large swathes of rich green. The broad leaves of the trees in the garden fluttered in the wind, and there was no witness to the last winter's depression and defeat. This summer's prosperity and heat nowhere to escape, through the unfinished high-rise concrete buildings, seeped into the spring leakage of green, the color into a deep green, the season and people from the green into the mature.
Five or six year olds are laughing in the sunlight, and the initial branches of life are trembling restlessly, longing for the light wind to blow the bath of sweet rain. The old man's eyes are warm and smiling as he walks by.
The desire to be a part of the world's most beautiful city, and to be a part of the world's most beautiful city, and to be a part of the world's most beautiful city, and to be a part of the world's most beautiful city.
What shall I say?
The days have quietly receded, and the clamor of our childhood has long since grown.
The story of summer is about to begin, who will remember the barren fairy tale in the fall?
The deep, deep despair spreads endlessly, covering into the bright other side of the hasty walk. Darkness.
Many times, it will feel like the endless loneliness of life is like a wild field. The weeds are overgrown. After a short period of prosperity, the ensuing decadence catches the uninitiated off guard. Walking is not finished.
The end of the world.
Exquisite black embroidery on top of a bright green curtain. The aloe vera that grows in the room and the orchid that wilts a few times outside the window.
The endless cycle of time. Life is drifting inside.
Everything is over. And yet it seems to have just begun.
The new life has begun again
The mouth only said that the life of the junior high school and bitter and tired, and then entered the new life of the first year of high school. Remember when we ran on the playground, shouting in the sky, only to find their own dreams and continue to sail, first now, leaving behind just to realize the dream and continue to run, walk on the road never stop ~!
My motto is: no vision of the vision, no future future. I do not have a dream, not in pursuit of, just according to their own ideas to do, no matter right or wrong, will not chase regret! The life of the first year of high school is even more uninteresting than that of the third year, and learning is supposed to be an incredibly boring thing. I, too, is not because of the success of a day and study, just very simple in order to study and study just. Because in my eyes, not to realize the dream is the goal of life, I just hope that, in the future someday, some of the things I aspire to can be obtained and realized through my current learning.
Perhaps it is just the beginning of a new life, I will always feel very uncomfortable, a pass through the lecture, a mountain of homework, as dusty as a friend, everything makes me feel so tired. Friends are my life rely on, friendship is my most trustworthy emotions, she does not include too much deception and harm in the family, there are friends of life is happy, happy.
I am not a person who knows how to take things as they come. Although my character is not aloof, but I just do not like the lively, I do not feel safe, so in addition to friends, I will be guarded. I like the dandelion because she is like a child who takes things as they come, she has qualities that I aspire to but never have, and she lets me know that even if I don't wave goodbye to the past, I still have to meet the unpredictable future.
I don't know if I will change under the influence of this new life, but I believe that I will still face the sun with the most graceful smile. Because I don't want to be the weak one!
Just as: our life is to get reborn in the posture of constant departure, for certain only they can perceive the call from the heart, walking on the road, can not stop
Sixth: just startedWhen tomorrow became today became yesterday, and finally became a memory of a day that is no longer important, we suddenly found ourselves in the unconscious has been pushed forward by time, in the This thing has become another self. I played the song Fan Bingbing's "Just Beginning" on a loop, and time always passes unnoticed, as if only yesterday I stepped into this strange and longing school, but tomorrow I will draw a conclusion for him.
I stood at the window, the deep night will be surrounded by the entire neighborhood, everything that is like my heart, silent, just occasionally heard a few cars.
The half moon hangs in the night sky, and there are a few strands of dark blue floating clouds wandering. I walked aimlessly, the ear came the noise of the crowd, this is a center square. The vendors were yelling, and there seemed to be everything to eat, drink, and have fun. People were dancing in the square, but most of them were middle-aged people, and the neon lights in front of me were all flashing, confusing my vision. I feel that the scene in front of me is so far away from me, seems to be pompous, just want to escape.
Approaching the lake, the fresh water comes, and the sound of gurgling water, quietly flowing. Suddenly remembered the teacher had said a sentence: "When you feel tired, then go to find a place where there are mountains and trees and water." Looking at the hidden reflection in the water, thinking about the truth of this statement, perhaps my heart can also be like this lake like precipitation. Walking around the lake to the north, noticed a change of face around, seems to be a face gradually old, gradually climbed the wrinkles, until disappeared.
Listening to their laughter, home trivia, emotional entanglements, everything is intertwined. In the pavilion by the lake, there are three or two elderly people gathered. Further ahead, in an open space, those old people were playing Tai Chi, slow and light. An old-fashioned player playing soft and soothing music.
I walked to the end of the lake, stopped to admire, looking back to the road, time is so careless, careless white head, careless slipped to the end. ? Just like Fan Bingbing sang in the song, "So much for thinking that everything has just begun, gesturing on behalf of victory." I should be glad that I have just begun, my life has just begun, I still have time, I can still cherish, I can still fight _ until the white head of the youth, but also can look back on this past, ask the heart.