Part 1: A Beautiful Story
Thanks to Hien, I heard such a beautiful story. --Title
As usual, the boy came back from the mountain to fetch firewood. The girl was at the window, her eyes shining brightly at him. He looked up at the girl, and then, shyly buried his head. The girl smiled and rushed up to help the boy unload his heavy load of firewood.
This is a beautiful, simple mountain landscape!
Fifteen years have passed, as the elders said, the boy and the girl were a pair. However, the boy has a great ambition, he said to the girl, I, to go to the border as a soldier. The girl, of course, was reluctant, but the boy's mind was made up. So, the night before the boy left, the girl embroidered shoes for him, and a handkerchief. The boy set off with these, and before he left, he said to the girl, "Wait for me to come back, okay?" The girl embraced the boy shyly. The boy smiled
In the barracks everyone was friendly, though sometimes the boy had to be teased for carrying a handkerchief. The boy didn't make a sound, he knew he had to kiss the handkerchief every night, and he knew the girl was waiting for him with bright eyes. Other than that, everyone got along quite well. But one night there was an avalanche. No one expected that the avalanche would come a few days earlier than forecast; no one expected that only the boy would not survive, and the handkerchief.
Of course, the news didn't reach the distant, remote village. The girl developed a habit: every day to stand under the eaves of the house for half a day, looking into the distance. The elders said that the girl is obsessed.
A wait is decades, the girl, no, is a granny, still guarding her unswerving love and that habit. She told herself that the boy will always come back, he told himself, he will come back.
Xian said, I went to see the grandmother, she stood under the eaves, saw me, her eyes bright, just as when she saw the boy firewood back.
Part II: Beautiful Past
The past is like a grain of pearl, stringing up my colorful childhood.
I remember that it was in the third class, the class selected thirty students to participate in the tug-of-war, which included me!
I remember that the class selected 30 students to participate in the tug-of-war, and I was one of them!
The game is about to start, the students are full of confidence, are doing preparatory work, some squatting on the ground to the hands of lime, some in the preparatory exercises, and because of excessive tension in the deep breathing, do not have to think too much, that is me!
The game began, the students in order to stand on both sides of the rope, I? It is the feet apart, hands one in front of the other, holding the rope, body leaning back, full of strength, you see the whole rope is taut straight, a whistle, the enemy 4 class will pull the rope over, I look, fire from the soles of the feet straight to the top of the head, and would like to nail the feet to the soil inside, so I did all the milk strength, desperately pull back, eyes closed tightly, clenched his teeth tightly, his face red, his neck veins rippled, and his face, his eyes, and his face, and his eyes. The veins on the neck are rippling up, only to feel the hand hot and spicy pain, and then look at the other students: tightly clenched teeth, staring at the eyes, face red like a Guan Gong, "Come on, come on, six. A class cheer ......" only to see our class cheerleaders vigorously shouting, as if they are more than me, hand pinched into a fist, followed by shouting the beat swinging, feet, it is followed by shouting the beat vigorously stomping, and almost the throat are bitten leakage of the wind.
I heard, more vigorously, mouth "ah" roar, with all his strength to pull the rope, but the rope did not move a little bit of motion. All of a sudden, I feel that time passes so long ...... heart thought: rope you come over ah, you come over I will certainly appreciate you, ah, rope you come over ah, God bless ...... the rope seems to hear what I said, it came over. "Yeah, we won, won ......" The students are cheering, look at the students each and every one of them smiled rotten face, and then look at their own hands: rubbed by the raw son of the hot, hot, as if a layer of skin off, it's really not a good taste, you see, up to now are still red it! So painful, my tears are tuned out. ......
This is really a beautiful past, it makes me know what is the spirit of sports: unity and friendship, fair play!
Part III: That Beautiful Story Essay
Since I was a child, I have loved flowers, always stopping in front of a tree. Greedily inhaling the fragrance of the flowers, with a look of fondness in my eyes. My favorite thing is to stand alone in front of a tree, and then wait for the wind to blow over, the flowers will be flying in the sky. Just like in the comics and TV dramas, I love flowers, it's true.
When I was a child, I didn't know how to ride a bicycle, and when I watched my classmates ride their bicycles past me, I suddenly felt very stupid. So I started to learn how to ride a bicycle. After a month, I could do any difficult maneuvers, but I still enjoyed cycling. "Spring is coming, the flowers will bloom again ......." I read silently to myself, but my heart was full of hope.
So I often ride my bike to the square around a few laps, and then like a thief like picking a flower on the bike to hurry and escape out of sight, this bike, has been my tool to steal flowers.
Often pick some very beautiful flowers, such as peach blossoms, tulips, wildflowers, I am "no flowers do not pick", I love flowers, because I like its aroma, and want to keep him all the time, but that time did not live, perhaps they are my retribution.
That day, I rode on the car and saw a very beautiful tree in front of Ji Qin's house, and there were a lot of white flowers on the tree. I carefully picked them ...... just then, a middle-aged woman called out to me: "Hey! What are you doing? Children so do not care about the environment ah! What did your mom and dad teach you? No education!" I was immediately annoyed, since childhood, no one has ever dared to call me uneducated, how dare you set a precedent today? Besides, I don't just like flowers! That proves that I am a romantic by nature ...... Suddenly I realized that I have so many words, and I reddened my face.
Now, whenever spring comes, when you see the flowers, you will still be heart thumping, smelling the fragrance of the flowers, into the inner world ......
This is a beautiful story!
Part IV: A Beautiful Story
There is a small boy with a collapsed nose, because of encephalitis when he was two years old, the intelligence is damaged, and it is very difficult to learn, let's say, other people can write two to three hundred words in writing, but he can only write three to five lines. But even with this kind of composition, he could write as beautiful as a flower. It was a composition class, the topic was "Wish". He thought about it for half a day and then wrote it with great care. The essay was very short, with only three sentences: I have two wishes. The first was that my mom would look at me with a smile every day and say, "You're so smart." The second is that my teacher looks at me with a smile every day and says, "You're not stupid at all."
So it was this essay that y impressed his teacher. The teacher not only gave him the highest score, read the essay aloud in the class with feelings, but also a stroke of criticism: you are very smart, your essay is written very touching, please rest assured that your mother will certainly extra like you, the teacher will certainly Kabuki extra like you, everyone will certainly extra like you.
Holding the composition book, he smiled and jumped home like a magpie. But he didn't take the composition book to his mom right away, he was waiting, waiting for a good moment.
That moment finally came, it was mom's birthday - a sunny Sunday. On that day, he got up extra early and put his composition book in a big handmade envelope. On the envelope was drawn a boy with a collapsed nose, and the little boy was grinning sweetly. He watched his mom quietly, waiting for her to wake up. As soon as she opened her eyes, he called out sweetly "Mom", then walked to her with a big smile and said, "Mom, today is your birthday, and I want to give you a present."
Mom smiled, "What?"
He smiled, "My essay." He said and handed over the large envelope with both hands.
Mom's heart was pounding as she took the envelope!
Sure enough, looking at the essay, mom sweetly gushed out two lines of hot tears, and then an embrace of the little boy, embrace very tightly and tightly, as if he would suddenly fly away.
Yes, intellect can be damaged, but love never is. She is vigorous, always draped in green shade, with bright flowers and fragrant fruit.
Part V: A Beautiful Story
I am a boy from the countryside, but my love comes from the city.
That year, I left home for the first time to go out to study. Initially, I did not think that from the moment I entered the classroom, there has been a pair of beautiful eyes watching me.
Life in the city was helpless and monotonous, but it seemed so fulfilling to me, with conditions and rivals that allowed me to progress in this adversity. Because it is the city, the requirements and ways of education are different from the countryside, so many of my progress comes from the class of the study committee. In the eyes of others, "Ice Beauty" is very good to me, but also very concerned about me, and because of this, she and I are not deep and not shallow into the emotions, often envied and talked about by students in the same dormitory.
Time flies, we have each other in the passage of time in the four spring and fall. A Saturday night, she called the dormitory, said I want to invite me to go to the movies, I agreed, after all, we are not the first time to go to the movies together. As before, we finished the movie and stepped on the quiet night lane back to school.
"You know what?" She said very suddenly, breaking the previous silence, and I felt strange because her questions were never this incomplete. Before I could answer her, she went on to say "In fact, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were very nice, and every time you approached me and asked me a question, my heart skipped a beat. It's been the same until now, walking beside me." I was silent as the mirror lake in my heart started to get very restless, I wanted to say to her but didn't, I thought about how my humble stature was not worthy of the noble one at all, I didn't even have the qualification to be close to her, that is, if I liked her I could only give her memories, not a life, and it would be very unfair to her to make such an exchange. After a while, she added "No matter what you think, I just need to tell you that I like you. I don't want you to answer me anything because I know it makes it hard for you." I was speechless and the silence that followed stayed with us until we reached the door of our dormitory.
She pulled me back and we stopped in front of the dormitory door, and she said softly, "After tonight, tomorrow, you're going to pretend that nothing happened, that you didn't hear anything, okay?" I promised, the opposite side of her tiptoe, close to me ......
That year's Spring Festival I did not go home, she stayed for me as well, that was the first time I took the initiative to ask her out, she looked happy, but no one will know, that almost became our most beautiful memories. The school is forbidden for boys to enter the women's dormitory, that's why the men's dormitory and the women's dormitory are separated by a wall. When I went over to look for her, the janitor at the door wasn't there, and, during the vacation, there was no one in her dormitory, so I went straight up to her dormitory. I remember very clearly, when I walked in, she was combing her beautiful long hair, close to her, the wind blowing hair issued a quiet fragrance, I can not help but gently touch her hair with my hand, and then took the comb, afraid to break a hair from top to bottom combing, she also smiled at the mirror I looked ...... "Click" the door was pushed open at once, did not wait for me to react, my hand was the director of the tight grip, I looked at the director of the dumbfounded, she panicked and stood up, nervously unable to speak, and the director of the ferocious eyes is to make me breathless...
This is the first time that I have seen the director of the school. ...
In the station, she sobbed softly, I comforted her and said, "I am from the countryside out, and finally can only go back there, please forgive me for everything, because I can do only this." Her tears flowed faster as she looked at me and said, "It's no use keeping it without you." Said, she took out a pair of scissors from her schoolbag, grabbed her hair, scissors over, long hair like the spring breeze swept through a willow buds, have fallen down ......
shawl-length hair aunt leaned against her uncle's shoulder, smiled at me and said, "Fortunately, at that time, the hair was cut, or else, your uncle he would have run away." I smiled and secretly blessed them in my heart.
Part 6: A Beautiful Story
In the floodgates of my memory, there are all sorts of stories recorded as sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and astringent. However, there is one thing that is hidden in the depths of my heart that I will never forget, because it makes me feel the warmth and understand that there is true love everywhere on earth.
"Fire! The fire is burning! Everyone come to put out the fire!" I shouted while holding tears in my eyes. That's my house firewood stacks on fire, the fire is very big, with the wind roar, the fire like a demon teeth and claws to my house to catch, wow! The yard was full of weeds, and at this rate, the house would be burned to the ground. Neighbors rushed to the news, carrying buckets of water to the "fire demon" splash, but the fire demon more rampant, like the whole house to swallow, I shouted: "Quickly call 119, let them come to help us put out the fire!" Adults listen to, as if to understand, dial 199 after people still continue to struggle with the fire demon, the fire alarm came! Everyone shouted. The "fire demon" finally calmed down under the attack of the fire police, hey! Everyone is relieved. But in front of the house was burned to bits and pieces, dad in the side of the silent, I and my mom in tears.
Where do we live now? Only to relatives to spend the night, soon, many people know this matter, the villagers have rushed to. Only to see the village chief holding 500 yuan in his hand, sympathetically said to Dad: "This is my 500 yuan, although not much, but this is a little bit of my heart". With tears in his eyes, the father said with a sobbing voice, "Your son needs the money urgently for the university entrance examination, you'd better bring it back! I appreciate your kindness, you'd better take it back!" With that, he shoved the 500 yuan back into the village chief's hands. The mayor frowned, said it is not necessary for you to worry about, you first spend, we there, and then find a way, so the mayor of the village hard to put the money into the hands of the father, turned and walked away. Dad froze there with tears in his eyes, as if to say something, but did not say it. "Gaixue ah, this is my family's new quilt, for your family to cover it!" Oh! The lady leading the family said, stuffed the quilt into my arms, I hugged the quilt and said, "Ma'am, you are really good, I will never forget you." The lady laughed, stroked my head and said: "Silly child, this is nothing, who does not have a difficult family? We should all help! We have to have a conscience, right?" I nodded and seemed to understand something. Sister-in-law! This is my family's eggs for you! This is my family s ...... for you! Give you ...... everyone handed over what they had in their hands ......
My eyes blurred, and I felt a stream of warmth flow through my body, making me feel warm all over. Hey! The world is still a lot of good people ah!
This beautiful story has been clearly imprinted in my mind, so that I feel "everywhere on earth true love". As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place. I will definitely lend a helping hand to others when they are in trouble, because I feel that this is my duty.
Part VII: The Beautiful Thing
This is a story told to the ordinary people: an obstetrics and gynecology nurse named He Mei, who has never been married in her life and has no children. This is not a good thing that people can usually hear and see, but it is a story that can make people's hearts feel shocked and move the society.
Everything started with the disappearance of an unmarried, pregnant nurse, Wu Yifei. In those days, unmarried pregnancy could be considered "shocking". In the hospital leadership and colleagues in the painstaking "help", Wu Yifei still vowed not to say that planted the "evil fruit" of the man who is. When the "obsessive" Wu Yifei was kicked out of her parents' home and had no place to go, she ran to her colleague and close friend, He Mei. Although He Mei is disgusted by Wu Yifei's unmarried pregnancy, her love of life makes her give up her "principles". In the process of tracing the whereabouts of Wu Yifei in the hospital's security department, He Mei became a "co-conspirator"...... A new life came to life in the hands of He Mei, but He Mei's destiny has also begun to change.
With his eight-year-old daughter, Li Dahe, a retired military man, from the day he was transferred to the hospital, has an extraordinary feeling of affection for He Mei. This in the work of the fierce military career, since the encounter with He Mei, always by He Mei love of life spirit touched, and eventually gave up their own stubborn "principle". After the "Wu Yifei case", Li Dahe was ordered to investigate. When he found the dormitory of He Mei, Wu Yifei was nowhere to be found. Li Dahe is a military cadres, widowed, and then director of obstetrics and gynecology Yuan Hang and open photo studio Meng Buyun a few people, out of love for He Mei, **** with the same to participate in the protection of He Mei and the newborn baby action, and therefore became "accomplices". With the help of the three men, He Mei escaped. Who expected, Wu Yifei storm just ended, an unnamed pregnant woman in the birth of a baby boy fled the hospital, if not on duty He beautiful "good thing", would not have ended up with the colleagues called "seventeen beds" orphans, like a plaster stained in the He! The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see her. In the colleagues of a grumbling and grumbling, He Mei a bet on the "seventeen bed" carried home. The pharmacy's female employee, Bai Yanmei, took advantage of the situation, picking up a "cheap" that should not have belonged to her, and thus making her pay the price of life.
As a result of the child care and Yuan Hang's factors, He Mei was eliminated from the hospital's final elimination, and He and Li's blossoming love was also washed away by a storm that did not shift the will of individuals. After all the trials and tribulations of life, He Mei and Li Dahe can finally be together. However, in order to find his daughter, who had opposed his remarriage, Li Dahe was killed on his way home.
In order to survive, she chose to sell breakfast, repair bicycles and other self-reliant occupation, and was later employed in a private hospital. However, she was not tempted by the high salary and denounced the hospital's improper behavior of privately delivering and aborting babies. During the decades that He Mei adopted children, she was portrayed in such a way that her reputation became more and more widespread, and some people even abandoned their babies in front of her house. These decades have been hard on He Mei, who worries about feeding these children, and worries about their clothing, food, housing, transportation, schooling, employment, and marriage and funerals. Over the decades, in her words, she has not slept a night of solid sleep. Some of her adopted children are soldiers to defend the motherland, some went to college, she said with relief: "As long as the country is useful, mom is xx is also worth it." He beautiful life is complete, if there is any regret, that is, in her life, none of the three men can bring her marriage. The heroine, He Mei, uses the life experience of an ordinary Chinese woman for more than thirty years to show the changes in Chinese society for more than thirty years and the changes in China's ideology and morality, just as the hero says: the beauty of life. She shows people that what she has done for life and for our society is a beautiful thing. The ultimate manifestation of these beautiful things is the family pictures that hang in her house. These family photos of different times record an ordinary Chinese family, changing with the times; record the sweet and sour of ordinary life; record the sorrows and joys of the people's life; record a city's transformation from poverty to ownership; record a person's transformation from lowliness to nobility; and record the Chinese people's step-by-step journey to wealth and power in the past thirty years... ...In some ways, this is not a story of motherhood in the traditional sense. In another ten thousand years, no matter how the world changes, the process of raising life will not change, the process of a woman becoming a mother will not change, and the process of a baby going from swaddling clothes to adulthood will not change. What is life? He beautifully said life is the most beautiful crops on earth, may these beautiful crops be harvested one crop at a time, one season at a time ......