Looking away from the afterglow of the sunset will be dispersed, I saw, there are souls across the shackles of the ages, in the fiery skyline of the voice: the sunset of life - behind the frustration, is the withering, or for the newborn? --Title
Haizi reads the depression from the sunset of life. Next to the cold railroad tracks, he looked back for the last time, gazing fondly at the clouds in the sky. Sunset for the sky red clouds embedded with golden tassels, shining in the condensation of the beautiful dream, although beautiful, but sad. It was as if a hand reaching out from the clouds was guiding him astray, summoning him to leave. His melancholy black pupils were dyed by this bleak silence, becoming resentful, persistent and distant. In the past, he once said, "I have three sufferings: wandering, love, and survival; I have three blessings: poetry, throne, and sun." And this dying sun made him not feel the slightest warmth. The broken haze pierced him like a feathered arrow, and the sarcastic laughter of foolish rogues was all around his ears. He was like a child who watched over the land of poetry in solitude, expecting the approval of others, but receiving only a disdainful back. When his beloved poetry was regarded as waste paper, when the value of his literary talent was crushed into a bubble dissipation, he felt himself lost in the sunset of life, leaving only the pain of helplessness and confusion. This vulgar world, what is there for him to stay? He was born for poetry, but also for poetry to go. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time before I was able to get to the top of the list.
I saw the train whistling past in the sunset, taking away Hai Zi's life's wishes, sailing towards the sea, spring flowers in the distance. He, since the life of the sunset read a new life. He stood silently in the long dusk with his cane. The waves of the sea wet his long hair in front of his forehead, but he did not even notice. Raising the gun in his hand, the dark muzzle in front of him was like a bottomless abyss, fading the light of the setting sun into lead. Leaden gray waves cascaded and rushed in, lapping at the shore and shattering into fragments full of sunset. Was the only glimmer of silver among the gray gravel the wreckage of the day, or was it the grief of his own unpaid revolutionary ideals? No, he clearly saw, the water droplets leaping between, although the sunset, but also reflects the other side of the world the light of the rising sun. And the revolutionary heritage, the course of life, is not the same as the setting sun? When it is extinguished to go down the mountain to collect all the pale residual light, it is on the other side of the burning climbed to the top of the mountain to spread the intense sunshine! "Suicide is only for cowards," he said, and with a renewed fire in his pupils he slowly lowered his pistol. At this point in his life, there is a new round of light in the twilight rose, collapsed the darkness, leaving only a moment of splendor. I saw, Kochakin, or Ostrovsky behind the slanting sun, is hidden under the sea, and the other end of the first day, suddenly blossomed out of thousands of light ......
Some people in the sunset to give up the power of life, but some people in the sunset in the discovery of the birth of life. When the sunset is interpreted as a remnant of the end of the realm, and how many people know, in its fading behind the hidden newborn? Turn around at the frustration of life, you will see a different landscape, savoring the brightness of the sunset. I realized that behind the sunset of life, if the sun, if the morning.
2. insist
I think we all know that throwing the ball is a midterm project, but at the end of the semester in a test, had been in various sports are the best I accidentally found himself flunked, and even threw and girls almost as far as the whole sports results have fallen a big cut. Shame, I was anxious, so the summer vacation to practice throwing the ball naturally imperative. My mom also said that it would be a good opportunity to exercise to strengthen the body. I don't know why I don't want to be able to get good results and have a good body!
The first morning of vacation, I will bring with my mother the day before to buy a solid ball to the Jindun Square. Early in the morning, the square, around all kinds of taijiquan accompaniment music. Middle-aged and elderly people in groups, spontaneously formed a team, enthusiastic about their favorite programs, melting in the music and the freshness of nature, I also encourage myself: must insist!
We chose a patch of grass and began our first practice of the summer. I held the ball in both hands and weighed it, 4 pounds! Raised above my head, shook it twice and then threw it, busy up to see, and in the school is almost the same. I was helpless! I threw it many times, and it was always the same! I felt that my expectations, which were not high, had become low. My mom couldn't stop comforting me: "It's only the first day, it's not easy to make progress. Don't worry, as long as you practice every day and stick to it, there will be results! Today first practice the movement and feel."
It's hard to start everything, but I'm here, and that's a good start. Mom deliberately looked up on the Internet about throwing a solid ball movement skills and essentials for me to see and teach me to learn. The next day, according to the plan, we started the official practice on time, and this time Dad came with us. I held a solid ball, heavy, invisible a kind of pressure arises, really throw out very poor. Dad watched and said, "Let me show you how far I can throw." I saw him lean back, followed by a hard throw. WOW! I couldn't help but stare in disbelief, it was 8 or 9 meters away! Dad proudly rushed to teach me the essentials of the action, talk about his experience, I patiently followed step by step to learn, each time the father is measured with a tape measure, finally 5.5 meters farther than the beginning of the 5.4 meters a little bit, I suddenly have some confidence in themselves, one after another to throw out. Voila! I had improved again. Even though it was insignificant, I could tell that my mom was more than happy to work out with me, and she hated it when I stayed home.
In this way, a few days down, but the arm somehow more and more pain, and hastily told my mother, but she said it was fine, this is normal, that I practiced the effect. As long as I persist, the pain will slowly disappear. Really strange, every day to insist on practicing, arm unconsciously does not hurt, I threw the distance also inadvertently little by little farther: 5.6 meters, 5.7 meters, 5.8 meters ...... every day of practice have made small progress! It was amazing! I don't know when the initial boredom with the solid ball has disappeared, and gradually I became interested in it instead, and even I find it hard to believe that I like throwing the ball!
This day was about a week later, the summer rain came as soon as it was supposed to, and in the morning we could barely manage to do some simple exercises at home. In the evening, the rain stopped and we were able to practice again! We came to the Jindun Square that belongs to our new ground - a piece of red and green tiles paved with a ready-made grid, 24 cm wide, coincidentally there are two brick cracks between the grass is exactly 6 meters away, I will be the boundary as usual began to practice. I started practicing with this boundary as usual. Every time I did, it always aroused the curiosity of the bystanders: they asked me what kind of ball is this? How do you do it? What is it for? I'm always so happy to see you.
Several days later, throwing 6.2 meters has not been a problem. In fact, I've already made a big improvement over the school by one meter. But my mom looked it up on the Internet, and it's only 6 points to throw 7.2 meters, and I'm only at 4 points now. So standing behind the starting line, I was determined to break through 6.5 meters this time. I imagined that I was a martial arts master, and I imagined that I would transfer my whole body's qi to my hands, and I leaned back as much as possible with my upper body. Suddenly my waist felt a soreness I had never felt before, but I held on and used the inertia of my body moving forward to throw the ball with all my strength. My mom let out a scream, "Wow! No way! It's so much more than 6 meters! Let me do the math, it's 7.2 meters, miracle!" I was shocked, 7.2 meters! I had a 6! That's 2 meters beyond what it was at school! Looking at my skinny arms, I couldn't believe it was real and felt like I was about to fly. Mom couldn't hide her smile either, "Yeah! You've really mastered the right way to throw a solid ball, and you've got it down to a science! You've made so much progress, it's all the result of practicing every day!" How can it not be impressive that it took persistence over and over again to make today's breakthrough? How can it not be exciting! Mom was right, sweat is not in vain! Perseverance has created a miracle, I'm even more full of expectation and confidence for next April's physical education exams, thinking about this, and a burst of joy came to my heart, and my mother's joy is needless to say.
Draped in the morning dew, riding the twilight and return. Thinking back to these days of constant practice, I had for how to practice are not progress and distress, but I did not give up; also and mother had for stepping on the line of the foul thing to argue, but I insisted on it. In this, it was persistence that gave me strength, but ultimately it was persistence that brought joy, not just to me, but to my family and those around me.
Really, having a persistence will reap unexpected joy!
"Happiness comes from love"
There is a country in the world where people never say "I love you" to their loved ones, so I grew up thinking that people in this country lacked a romantic love complex. But when I grew up, I realized that love is not something that can be interpreted with one sentence of "I love you", and as for love, it can't be summarized with one or two sentences.
Love is the greatest thing in the world, and a heart that knows how to love others has infinite power.
Happiness comes from this infinite power.
When you walk on the street, stepping leisurely, imagining and the girl at the same table to go to the countryside to play on Sunday, the oncoming a blind accidentally fell in front of you, you gently went forward to help her, see her clear eyes and angelic smile, and then heard the heavenly voice that I have never heard before: "Thank you! " At this moment, you will have an impulse to send her home, this impulse makes you full of strength, so that your leisurely empty heart like a dry river was injected into a clear spring, happy feelings like a dike of water out of the heart, to the whole body burst.
Perhaps out of pity, perhaps out of sympathy, perhaps out of love, perhaps out of a kind of memory of the touch, you did so, a simple gesture, an angelic girl to pick up, send her home, and thus know her. It wasn't because you already knew she had clear eyes or deliberately violated her beautiful face, it was simply because of an unconscious act of kindness, because of your heart full of love. So, subsequently you will feel full of power, and then feel happy.
People who don't know how to love can often say a lot of love philosophy, people who don't know how to love others can often make up their own once how to help others, really have a good heart, love people often do not pretend to act, the other people questioned the eyes with simple and clear explanation of the action. This also reminds me of the recent "Da Vinci" furniture company's performance, not to mention the company's people have much love, to the capitalists we have to relax the limits of patience, but there are obvious mistakes but do not make simple and responsible action, which is the same as the shameless Americans how different. Sometimes those so-called capitalists really think that the Chinese people are good at fooling around.
No love, no integrity, money can only be left to you to send the end!
Happiness, will not accept people without love.
My happiness comes from love
I once hated the word "love", and naturally I would not associate it with "happiness". In my opinion, modern people, shouting "love" a lot, but really heart to love very few. In the midst of all the hustle and bustle, it's hard to calm your heart, let alone putting your heart into another heart. At that time, I always thought that the "love" was just the love of "rats love rice", which was just for the sake of boasting or seizing the real interests. Some teachers talk about love, day and night with a small stick to scare people, beat people, just to be able to brag in front of colleagues more than a few percentage points, the beautiful teachers show is the devil's face!
I don't want to boast how loving I am to my students, just in these three years of teaching, and students interact, I gradually found that I can indeed feel the joy of education.
My happiness comes from the fact that the students call me by many different names. When I was first enrolled in the first year, I was called "teacher", and then a word was added: "Mr. Xie", or "language teacher". Some people also called: class teacher. Then later, called "big brother" there, called "language magician" there, there are people exaggeratedly in the composition called me "teacher", "the guide on the road of life. The path of life". From these titles, I feel that my students and I are getting closer and closer. Even the class of the most mischievous a few people, although the error is constantly, but, and I talk, interaction, I can see their true heart their remorse can also see their respect and even love for me. It's easy to get students with good grades to like, but it's hard to get students who are behind in grades to like, so I'm happy to have earned their respect and affection!
My happiness comes from taking classes. Junior high school despite the very nervous, very tired, very annoying, but, my turn in the language class, almost no students do not like, originally like to look out the window birds fighting, eyes quickly turned over; originally wanted to read some extracurricular books, pass a small note, but with a gleaming eyes on my every move. There are times when I reckon it's funny, speaking to the crunch, in order to be more graphic, I will jump on the podium, or casually draw a caricature on the blackboard that belongs to my own ingenuity, in short, the hands of the dance, the feet of the dance, for the sake of that bit of knowledge to speak through, in fact, I did it, and the language exams of our class are generally higher grades.
My philosophy is that language classes must be fun, and that is my love for the language. The poor language and language classes have been mutilated to the point of falling apart, who else is going to love our language if we don't give it a class that fits the times? Who is going to love the glorious language and culture that our ancestors created for us? This may be the love of the language, but also the love of the students. Who will love the language if we make our subject taste like wax? If we keep teaching languages with dry and moldy materials, how can this be taken as the students' spiritual sustenance? Language teachers cannot be so heartless! In the end, the language is to use the language and text a little higher to say that the charm of culture to infect the influence of the students, so that their literacy has been improved, the spirit can be in the cultivation of the rich, language classes and language teachers, must have a love can not be.
When the classroom because of my language laughter, I feel happy! It is the joy of a child's heart, the satisfaction of a purpose fulfilled, the joy of contentment!
"Xiao Zhou, how did you do? Only 55 points in language?" When poor little Zhou lifted his eyes from the pile of homework in disbelief, I laughed, put a nearly perfect test paper "snap", pressed in front of his desk, I watched his eyes change: disbelief, disappointment, surprise! I could have laughed out of my eyes at this point. "Teacher, why are you lying to an innocent like me again?" Chou continued with his pathetic behavior.
Week first year of language is not good, and the family has a big problem, three years of junior high school, I paid more for it. I was especially happy to watch his progress!
"Little Rongrong, first prize for the whole school essay!" The little talented girl looked up and held her glasses in disbelief. When I posted the award on the blackboard, the whole class gave it a standing ovation! Everyone laughed! Rolling waves in general!
"The students in our class don't have a solid foundation, they don't have excessive talent, we only have to try our best, not our best, but our best!" These are the words I often teach them, these words they all know by heart, these words all push them on the road of learning, killing one bloody road after another. We started with a very average class and by the time we were in our second and third year, we were recognized by many teachers in the school.
This is how I am happy, and this is how I am, not good at shouting "love" on my lips, but putting it into my heart, and always trying to change everything with my actions, so that I can be happy every day, and strive for the happiness of my students and my life!