Since the vacation, every day is under a fine rain, today finally cleared up, looking at such a good weather heart especially happy, and there is today is our high school classmates get together.
Morning, after breakfast I left home early, toward the destination of our alma mater to go. Along the way, I was thinking a lot, imagining the changes in my classmates and what kind of scene will occur after the meeting, and so on. Time passed without realizing it, and we finally arrived at our alma mater. As soon as we walked into the campus, the previous scene is still vivid in our mind, at once our heart welled up a kind of affection, and at the same time, we also found that our alma mater has changed a lot. First of all, the school building is wearing a new suit, painted, and there are changes in the cafeteria, the library was built, and so on, all of which appeared only after we left. Walking on the boulevard of the campus, carefully recalling the former study life, but also really have a special flavor. At this time only see a few sparse walk on the path of tuition students, they are in a hurry, now time is too precious for them. Along the boulevard, I came to the location of our party - the classroom where we used to study, by this time there are several students have arrived, I speed up the pace, shouting their names, then naturally there are some greetings, and the surprise on everyone's face is undoubtedly revealed. Next, in the sound of laughter in the classmates one after another have come, in a sound of greetings we walked toward the next destination - the teacher's home. Our homeroom teacher was still the same as back then, speaking with a special sense of humor and wit. In the next time is the time to get together, entertainment ......
The day ended in a round of laughter, class reunion is really good!
2 Daffodils
Today I'll start with my favorite flower.
My favorite daffodil, because she is neither as pure pale as the lily, nor as red as the rose, nor as purple as the petunia. Daffodil she white, she white lovely, she white transparent, she white brilliant. In fact, if you appreciate her for a long time you will feel that she is not a flower, she is a delicate young girl, as her name, Narcissus, Narcissus, "water fairy". Yes, she may have really been a fairy in a previous life, dancing lightly in the water, lifelike ......
Some people say she looks like a white wildflower, others say it looks like a magnolia, and some even say she looks like garlic because of the ugliness of her body. In fact, Daffodil is not a wildflower, nor a magnolia, nor a garlic! She is what she is, she is the daffodil! She is holy, inviolable, sacred! She is not to be replaced by anything else!
Yes, osmanthus is very fragrant, "ten miles of fragrance" is to describe the fragrance of her flowers. But our daffodils, her flowers are also very charming. Although it is not "ten miles of fragrance", but at least it can make the whole house filled with her light fragrance. Oh! Daffodil's fragrance, light, light, but without losing the essence of her fragrance. She is not like jasmine, the fragrance of a very strong, very strong, so that people instead feel that smell her incense is not a kind of enjoyment, but suffering.
I said above that some people think that daffodils are like garlic, which is numb. I admit that the stems and leaves of daffodils are a bit like the stems and leaves of garlic, but does garlic have the holy flowers on her stems and leaves? Garlic is not a flower at all. How can it be compared to daffodil? Narcissus is a "water fairy"! It's an insult to garlic to be compared to her.
I...I... I...I...I...No.. I'm not. Still. LOL! Yes, oh! Daffodils, my favorite flower
3 Mornings
Sunday morning, I got up early and strolled through the streets of Lycée to take in the delightful sights of an urban morning.
Walking on the street, I looked to the east and saw a ray of sunshine through the thin clouds, sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on people's faces, and gilded a layer of golden splendor on everyone's hair, as if the sunshine was going to give everyone a crown of laurel. At the same time, I felt the freshness of the morning, there was no hustle and bustle in my ears, no ticking of car horns, only the morning breeze whispering in my ears, blowing my somewhat disheveled hair for me.
People running in the morning are enjoying the natural beauty gifted by nature as they run leisurely. Seeing such a scene, I also heartfelt yearning, can not help but join the morning running team. Running, in front of a "bright landscape", in a square by the roadside, there are dozens of old aunts wearing red clothes, holding a flower fan, smiling, waving their hands and twisting their waists, dancing in the morning breeze, it looks like they are very happy. The crowd stopped to watch, some of them also move "martial arts", it seems that they also want to be in its "realm".
Morning, how many people want to go to the time, fresh air, beautiful scenery, leisurely state of mind, I was y moved by it, and I remembered the teacher taught a sentence: a day's plan is in the morning. I think, in the future, every Sunday morning to get up early, go out and stroll, into the environment, into society, from the morning to a better tomorrow.
4 Sunset Twilight
It was an autumn twilight.
The Fragrant Hill, full of maple leaves of the fire of the general red, a few yellow and green grass on the grass, other gaps do not fill the fallen leaves, forming a thick layer of dark yellow quilt. The weather was a little cold, but now not so much. The sky was painted with countless brilliant colors, not like the agate of the heavy, not the depth of the jewel, like a gouache painting, natural and elegant, innocent and not lack of charming, like an ancient beauty, like a fish and geese, the moon is shy, so that your heart for the rapid, soothing, soothing, soothing ------ can not stop. In the blink of an eye, the color was splashed out, more intense, seems to be still, and feel like in the flow. Gouache paintings become oil paintings, the center of the painting is often the finishing touch, giving the admirer the most beautiful expectations. Look at the sunset, I really do not know how to describe her splendor, her dazzling, Yi An Yun: sunset melting gold. I was amazed at this melted gold-like sunset, which makes me can not help but think of the mysterious ancient Egypt, space and time is no longer the distance, only this beauty ripples in my heart, long, long, long, lingering ------
Let people some sadness is the "sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk". The sun is gradually setting over the mountains, taking away the infinite beauty, but her beauty is not short-lived, because that has been y branded in my heart.
5 Second year and study
Stars never give up that brilliant starlight, the mountain never give up is evergreen, the road never give up is a person can permanently step on ...... However, what I will never give up is my study.
The passage of time, I learned to care about my neighbors, learned to understand others, learned what is commitment ...... I've learned to put my heart and soul into my studies.
Looking back at the second year, I was shocked to realize that I was not diligent, although in the classroom I was often praised by the teacher, but I do not feel that my life has a trace of happiness. Teachers saw my hypocrisy, and the saddest thing was that they never realized that I was as playful as the bad students, and that I didn't love to study. Everyday morning exercise always playfully looking at the junior students of the physical training, always feel that the physical training is not terrible.
This day I really realized how hard it was for the junior high school students back then." You physical training is not for me, your heart do not want to think for me to physical training "contempt! The smiley tiger finally appeared, really disturbing. Maybe it's because of the environment, I suddenly felt the tension of studying. The English Romantic Shelley once said, "Spring is here, can winter be far behind?" But I'm going to say, "When hell comes, does heaven come?" Isn't junior year a hell? I know when and how I will get to that heaven.
I'm not willing to easily determine whether junior high school is "hard" or "comfortable," but either way, I'm going to get through it, and I'm not going to be able to stay in this place and throw it away. I have formed a habit of saying to myself every day "I can do it", perhaps this is a kind of encouragement to myself, it is this habit that makes me learn to be optimistic. In this urgent period, I can only put my mind to study, I can not first year of my - playful, second year of my - hypocrisy. The only thing left in my eyes is the study of this unknown object.
The night is silent, tonight I am tired, lying in bed. I can not forget the abominable physics problems, that have to write known to solve the math proof problems ...... I love to study, I know that I can not put it in an insignificant corner of my study life, I must also consistently in the heart of the first. It's not a constraint, it's just a habit. What it gave me was not a flavor, but a comfort. Other people can not do, but I somehow do it very well, and have a lot of envious eyes, this is not learning to give me a little comfort? At least my life is not lifeless.
My life can not be separated from learning, learning can be in the school more can be outside the school, outside the classroom I learned more is the truth of life, is my writing material, is my painting object, learning I can not give up, learning will walk with me!
6 cry
Sometimes feel very strong, so strong that even do not remember the feeling of crying, do not know the bitterness of tears,
Sometimes feel very fragile, so fragile that the slightest detail will make their own tears.
A friend said that when he left home for school, he cried, and his parents cried a lot because they couldn't bear to see him;
Another friend said that when he left home for the first time, he and his parents cried, and his father drove the car, and for safety reasons, he even stopped the car and cried by the side of the road and then continued on the road
Listening to this will always be moved, and even touched. I remember the end of the military training dad to pick me up from the face of the dad, heard the flavor of missing, experienced the warmth of affection, began to think that there is something, all the way to the quiet, until home to ask my brother to ask about the recent situation at home to learn that all is well to rest assured,
Everyone to the things on the love of the expression of the different ways, do not cry is not want to do not hurt, a lot of things are in a line between the very subtle. I want to cry or laugh, naturally, everything by their own heart. Just like this in a hidden corner, quietly write the heart of the story, everything is so natural and beautiful.
7 Taste the value of life
What is life? It is as sour as grapes? As bitter as herbs? As green pepper spicy? As sweet as honey? I do not know, I only know that many people desire life.
The value of life lies in people's taste for life, the pursuit of life. Even if we pursue life as sour as mountain grapes, but we can taste its sweetness from its crystal clear; even if we do not want to life as hard as herbs, but good medicine in the bitter mouth as long as to endure the temporary suffering, will certainly be replaced by the healing of the malady; even if we pursue life as spicy as peppers, but the strong flavor is the symbol of the passionate red hot; even if we long for life as sweet as honey, but the sweetness is also enough to make people tired. In short, the life of the cohesion of the sweet and sour flavor, as long as the taste, will be able to find the meaning of life.
"Fish are born in the water and die in the water; grass is born in the soil and dies in the soil; people are born in the road and die in the road." This is the best interpretation of life and death.
"Those who know life and love life are happy." This is the heartfelt words of those who know the true meaning of life.
"Do not look at the past with sentimental eyes, because the past will never come back, the wisest way, is to deal with your present - the present is in your hands, you have to meet the dreamlike future with a dignified manhood." These are Longfellow's wise words.
"The prime of life is no more, and one day is hard to come by." This is the advice of those who cherish time.
"I thought people could lead interesting and useful lives at every period. We should not waste our lives; we should be able to say, 'We have done what I can do,' and that is all that people can ask of us, and that is the only way we can have a little pleasure.
I have only one life to live, and it is rather short, so why should I not also say to myself, 'We have done what I can'?"
There can't be two lives, but many people are not good at spending even one. We are a brave man when we take one step at a time and never resist the weight of life handed to us. To the moment of looking back, life is bound to give us a fair answer and another happy mood, then the mountains and water, and back to the mountains and water, and life has gone through, what a beautiful fall.
8 nights
Vacation days always fly by so fast that my head, full of formulas and theorems, can no longer remember today's date. After doing my daily required homework, it was late at night and I was tired and wanted to go to bed to meet the Lord of the Week.
I came to the window, and when I was about to close it, suddenly the wind came in with the rain.
It was a sleepless night.
I looked up and couldn't see the moon, I couldn't see the stars, and the whole sky was dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark.
I thought it was the messenger of darkness that ruled the sky, but I was wrong. I had to close the tiny window casement to the sound of the rain, which was getting more and more intense, and then I saw one crystal droplet after another on the clean window glass. Soon the droplets pooled together to form a small stream on the window. They gurgled.
It was the same outside the window. The rain is getting denser, the wind is blowing tighter and tighter, and through the glass, you can still hear the hissing of the wind outside.
On such a dark night, there is hardly a single light, but has the Goddess of Light forgotten us? No.
In the denser and denser rain, there is a scene of light and darkness fighting. Darkness is the angel of the night, lightning is the sword of the goddess of light, in the light of the lightning, the goddess of light is how beautiful dance to make the darkness yield. Lightning after lightning, is the sword of the goddess of light, it pierced the sky, for the earth to bring light.
The beauty outside the window amazes people, and people are often touched by the magic of creation - wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the God of nature.
One raindrop after another hit the window, and flowed down, flowing into a thin line. I thought that the thin line must be the tears of the sky.
The night, deep, darkness and light are still fighting. Somewhere in the sky as soon as the clouds scattered, it seemed to crack a big mouth, then immediately a lightning bolt struck down vertically, so wonderful.
Lying in bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, unknowingly fell asleep. In my sleep, there was still darkness and light fighting.
9 "Remembering My Favorite Music Album - Wonderland (Bandera)
When I was bored and sad and frantic, a piece of wonderfully innocent light music rang in my ears. It, soothes my pained soul, it, restores my quietness, firmness, and happiness, and it, gives me back a world of love. It is the music of Bhandari, the notes that float from the sky, from the distant horizon, from the end of the world, far away from the clamor of the world.
From then on, there was one more companion in life, a companion that soothed my soul and gave me strength. Each piece of music is like a poem, a painting, just look at the names of the pieces: Winds of Change, Misty Forest, Spring Wild, Mountain Stream, Wings of Hope, Snow Dreams, Blue Coral ...... have been mesmerized. These music is different from classical music, nor is it the wildness of rock music, they are flowing emotions, like the tinkling flow of the spring, naturally flowing through the heart, like a piece of autumn leaves floating in the wind, as it happens, with a hint of melancholy drifting down to the heart. They are so quiet, only inadvertently swept gently from your side, leaving a piece of silence in the heart.
The sound of a gurgling piano in your ears, close your eyes and what do you hear? Is it the snoring of colorful clouds in the sky? Is it the sound of the grass nodding its head as the breeze passes over the vast grasslands? Is it the sound of the flawless snow melting into spring in the Alps? Or is it the whispering of the stars and the moon in the clear night sky? When you open your eyes, the full moon is softly scented, and the beating notes are still in your ears, but your heart has become as still as the water, without any ripples. This is Wonderland.
Rain, in the pattering rain ......
They gently patted the roof of the thatched cottage, the sound of this is the gentle thatched grass sucking up the rain, not yet waiting for the rain beads on the roof to beat out the crisp sound, the soft grass has been sucked them dry, only to leave a subtle sizzle in the night, as if the whispered sighs ......
They fall into the river with a crisp ticking sound, a kiss between water and water, crystalline and withdrawn, the passion of heaven and earth. In this inextricably diffuse expansion ......
Simple instruments, a Bendrix hand, that is played into a unique, evocative music, in the ordinary see the true meaning of the flashy wash, the most primitive and beautiful continue to hit the silence of the mind for a long time, with the ordinary interpretation of a piece of grass and a piece of wood, a fairyland on earth
.10Gratitude
No sunshine is no warmth, no water is no life, no parents have no our own ......When we enjoy all this, but often lack a heart of gratitude.
I read an article called "A Bottle of Hot Sauce": a guest was invited to someone's house. The cook, a Shantou man, made a special dish of hot sauce in the seasoning, and the guest, in appreciation of the richness of the table, moved his chopsticks even though he didn't like it. The cook was also grateful and gave the guest a bottle of hot sauce before he left.
Seeing the mutual gratitude of the guests and the cook, I got into a deep thought, my parents gave birth to me and raised me, but I was complaining all day long, I really shouldn't have.
Gratitude is a virtue. Madame Curie as a famous scientist, has twice won the Nobel Prize, but she saw her elementary school teacher at the meeting, with a bouquet of flowers to express her gratitude; the great Mao Zedong is also the same in the festive season to send a teacher a deep gratitude, since ancient times of the great man no one does not have gratitude, gratitude does not need to be shocking, just need your a greeting, or even a smile.
The guest's gratitude to the cook brings confidence to the cook. Gratitude, can be a dying patient on the sick bed to see the rising sun and heartfelt thanks; can be the desert interruption of water thirsty people find a piece of oasis when it is difficult to step and from the heart of reverence; can be confused and disorderly when the sudden "dark flowers and a village" and the natural surprise, which is a positive, optimistic attitude to life. This is a positive, optimistic attitude towards life.
With a grateful heart to see society, to see parents, to see friends and relatives, let go of your bosom, let the rain fall to wash your mind pollution, make life more fulfilling.