The rain was pouring down, and I was dragging my heavy steps on the way home. People hurried by with umbrellas, and I - feebly holding a test paper, my eyes were lightle
The rain was pouring down, and I was dragging my heavy steps on the way home. People hurried by with umbrellas, and I - feebly holding a test paper, my eyes were lightless and my mind was blank. I reluctantly glanced at the paper again, the bright red 68 points like a sharp arrow piercing my heart, I thought, "It's over, what a great future all washed away by the rain, back home, my mom should say me again."
Just when I was at a loss for words, a familiar figure appeared, it was Xiao Li? Yes, that's right, it's my good friend Xiaoli! At that moment, it was as if I had regained hope, like a child who had lost love for a long time and threw himself into his mother's arms. I eagerly called Xiao Li over. Xiao Li felt puzzled, she brought me to a place where I could sit down out of the rain and asked strangely, "What's wrong, what's going on?" In the face of her concerned greeting and sincere face, I was even more hurt, tears were rolling in my eyes, and at some point, they quietly and silently slid down both cheeks. I told Xiaoli the ins and outs of the matter one by one, Xiaoli bowed her head and contemplated for a while, and then smiled to comfort me: "Don't be sad, as the saying goes, failure is the mother of success, no failure, where is success? This time, although failed, do not be discouraged, as long as you continue to work hard, and constantly towards the goal of striving, you will certainly succeed. Moreover, you are a strong girl, how can you cry? No matter what happens, I will be by your side to support you and help you." Hearing Xiao Li's words, I immediately felt a warm current welling up in my heart, filling me with confidence. I slowly raised my head and a smile appeared on my face. Xiao Li had a bright idea, beat the beat, sing a song: sunshine is always after the wind and rain, please believe that there is a rainbow ...... At this time, the rain stopped, the rainbow came out, I looked at the beautiful colorful bridge, smiled, and sang along with Xiao Li.
Xiao Li, thank you! It was you who pulled me out of my grief. It was you who lightened the weight of the big stone in my heart, and it was you who made me regain ...... Xiao Li, I really feel so happy and joyful to be your good friend!
Record life essays Part 2Early in the morning on the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went to climb the Xifeng Tuanyuan Mountain. When I walked to the foot of the mountain, the mountain came from the mountaineers door of a roar voice, the sound more attracted me to speed up the steps of the mountain.
Some people climbed the mountain, there are people down the mountain, as the saying goes, "Do not say that the gentleman line early, more early pedestrian", down the mountain people in the old man, there are young people like me, there are also children, we look at each other and nodded a smile. The stone road is sometimes straight and sometimes winding, you just do not stop and ascend for three to five minutes, at this time the breath will also accelerate, sweat along your whole body and out. Maybe it is the green mountain distracted your attention, maybe it is the mountain release of oxygen inhaled into your lungs, you climb the pace does not feel heavy and light. At this time, you will not have other ideas, just want to climb to the top of the mountain roar two voices - to the mountain to prove that you have come. Tuan Yuan mountain plants are lush and dense, so dense that you do not want to disturb their inherent that quiet. Green ferns are everywhere, the morning wind blew, they are friendly to the people climbing the smile, you reach out and touch the tender green fern upside down, but also let a person reverie unlimited. Sweat drops on the stone road, drops on my glasses frame, in the lens string rolling, let me feel new, reach out and wipe my hair is full of sweat. Halfway up the mountain, I also joined the team of roaring voice, no one cares about your roaring voice high or low, you just have your own share of happiness is enough.
I like to sing, an opening to sing on the tune, colleagues are laughing at me is a graduate of the Huangjia Conservatory of Music, I climbed the mountains and sang loudly, the mountains, trees are my audience, and occasionally birds on the mountain will respond to me a few times. Climbed to the top of the mountain, the morning wind blew, cozy, you look down on Xifeng County, as if a small family as gentle and quiet; far away, a thin scarf from south to north draped across the mountains, as if in a fairyland through. On the top of the mountain, many people in the exercise, some in martial arts, some in the spitting practice, some in the selection of wild vegetables ...... more interesting is an old man shoulder radio - broadcasting Andy Lau's pop songs. I talked to the old man, the old man is satisfied with his life now, the children are doing their own thing, do not let them worry about. The sun was showing its warm light, and the fog was rising over the county, which was starting to get hazy at this point. Bidding farewell to the old man, I went down the mountain first. There were still a lot of hikers coming and going, and some of them took a rest in the pavilion. In the crowd, a little girl accompanied the old man (I do not know whether it is the grandmother, or grandmother) said: "This road is straight on it!" The old man said, "There are straight and curved paths, high and low." I looked back at this hiking an old man and a young man, the national fitness in-depth. Downhill steps are always faster, the rest of the square under the mountain, a group of people dancing the new colorful Guizhou dance, although not in tune, but we are guiding each other; seven or eight older people, alone on one side of the practice of fan Tai Chi pace; square steps under the other open space, a group of people jumping in the rhythm of the faster fitness exercises; young three or five guys on the side of the field playing badminton. A vibrant scene, a harmonious picture, let me feel the new atmosphere of national strength and prosperity.
Record life essays Part 3Physical support for the crutches, just look at that glance, a wave of heartache surged to my heart, when the picture of the iron burning furnace fire will emerge in front of my eyes, tinkling crisp iron sound resounded in my ears ......
The village is famous for the big hutong there is a side room, the roof of the side room for many years, the roof of the side room for many years, the roof of the side room for many years, the roof of the side room for many years, the roof of the side room for many years, the roof of the side room for many years, the roof of the side room for many years. The roof of the room has been smoking for years, and that is the blacksmith's furnace. The clanking sound from the blacksmith's furnace broke the silence of the village and the hutong, and it was the rhythmic rhythm of the hammer striking the iron, elasticity, texture, attracting childhood friends to come close to watch. Because my family lives near the mouth of the hutong, my childhood I love to play by the blacksmith's furnace, which is also considered to be a more lively place in the village back then, to see the burning fire; listen to sledgehammers, hammers, rhythmic iron sound, the sound of the bellows in a hurry when slow; feel the sparks shoot out in all directions, while the hot iron tense scene; to enjoy the iron molding and quenching the joy of the quenching of the iron tools ...... Day by day, in the blacksmith roadside to stay a long time, but also with the master blacksmiths gradually familiar with.
Iron master and apprentice two, there is a pull the bellows of the apprentice, the older master of the body stout, but also seems particularly robust, iron often exudes a thoughtful look, and then he belongs to the village smart people, iron, he controls the small hammer. There was also a sledgehammer, that is, the one mentioned at the beginning of this article, this man looks tall, strong, the stove fire reflects his black and red face, bare upper body shows strong muscles, he does not speak much, but when he speaks as when he hit the iron, as powerful, not humble. Then there is a disciple, short, unimpressive, specializing in pulling the bellows, because I only two masters of the iron deep impression, he did not care much about it, leaving only a vague image, as the skit said to "ignore", have forgotten who he is.
I like to stand by the blacksmith's furnace to see the masters iron, red-hot blacksmith store, I saw the blazing fire reflecting the iron master's face, pulling the wind there is an urgent and slow a push and pull, the furnace fire light when big and small a flash a flickering, hitting the hammer a small, a small, arc a high and a low, and slowly I also realized some of the reasoning of the iron. At first, I saw swinging a sledgehammer more powerful, tough and powerful, must be the master. Later, I slowly observed a little doorway to realize that the small hammer is the master, the small hammer gently point to where the sledgehammer will be heavy fall to where the swinging sledgehammer is the apprentice. Iron scene so that I remember: I saw that the older master left hand pinched long iron pincers, turning the iron in the fire from time to time, showing a good grasp of the situation, calm and collected look, iron in his non-stop flip under the black iron into red iron, by the hard iron becomes very soft, seems to melt away like. Actually. He was grasping the fire of the iron block.
Suddenly, the teacher's hand iron pincers tightly clamped the red iron, quickly pulled out of the furnace fire put on the anvil, at this time, I also tensed my nerves, I saw swinging the sledgehammer of the apprentice also set up a stance. I saw the master quickly swing a small hammer, which is like a conductor, in the need to hit the place to hit, strong apprentice then swung a sledgehammer, the landing point just in the place where the small hammer hit. At this time, the older master of the small hammer and the apprentice's sledgehammer flying up and down, hammer up and down, a high and low, a light and a heavy, one after another, sparks bursting, sledgehammer, hammer swung out of the beautiful curve, knocking out the "ding ding ding ding" melody of harmony. Seeing the red iron slowly turned black, the rhythm of beating slowly reduced. Master with iron tongs clip up the gradual molding of the iron block back to the furnace to add fire, at this time, pulling the bellows of the apprentice to increase the strength of the bellows, the bellows of the "breathing" sharply up. A few rounds down, the iron block pounding molding. Just see the master with iron tongs clamped to the corner of the pool, then issued a "Zi, Zi" sound, a stream of water bubbles and smoke.
Later, the blacksmith furnace moved to the village mill, because my mother in the mill as an accountant, I often patronize there, I still remember the master blacksmith for me to knock a toy called "steel plate", I polished it on the sand, held in the hands of the heavy, bright and shiny, had made the little ones envious. Whenever I think of the blacksmith's furnace, I will naturally think of the master blacksmith for me to carefully build the steel plate, which is the master blacksmith of a child's care and love, so the sentiment of gratitude in the surge.
The master blacksmith, with his own pair of hands, hammered out a piece of work, creating a piece of fruit of labor, they hammered out agricultural production tools for the village, creating wealth, for the people of the countryside to make a hoe, sickle, shovel and stiletto, for agricultural production services, in order to the prosperity of the village life.
Blacksmith furnace, is the product of the times. Today, the blacksmith furnace has long disappeared, blacksmith furnace time has long gone, but the shadow of the blacksmith furnace has always lingered in my mind, simple, kind master blacksmith so that I can never forget. Because, it all stems from my love affair with the blacksmith furnace.
Record of life essays Part 4The sky, pressed with a large cloud, dull and lonely weather, like the heart of my heart that heart, not long after, the thunder boom, beans . Raindrops began to land,, and the corners of my eyes can not distinguish between rain or tears.
Because Grandpa died, so the thrifty old man worked hard all his life to save up the money in the hands of Grandma, which makes everyone have some respect for the old man - nothing more than for the money, and Grandpa's death, the family is still a complete mess, like a headless fly. Big Daddy, Daddy, and Third Daddy seem to have argued over that money many times.
Today, I heard Dad and Grandma on the phone again, and it seemed like Big Daddy had borrowed 10,000 dollars or something, and I don't know why, but the adults are always fighting over it.
Mom heard, began to argue with Dad, the voice louder and louder, which in my ears have long been used to hearing, Mom and Dad's every word into my ears, flow through my heart, tears also flowed down the cheeks, who all hope to have a happy, happy home, but why Mom and Dad every day like this? Suddenly, the sound of talking disappeared, and only the sound of getting dressed could be heard, followed by the words that sent chills down my spine: "Mom and Dad are going back to Grandma's house, so be good and stay at home, don't run around. "Still the same urgent words. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I don't dare to talk to my good friends about it, and I don't know how I'm going to be able to say anything about it. Hey ...... at this time came the cold sound of the door closing. Phone calls, arguments, quarrels, the sound of the door closing. How in the world can you decide what is fair? Since it was Big Daddy who borrowed money from Grandma, what business is it of ours? Why does someone always have to get in the middle?
The next morning, Mom and Dad were still taking care of me as usual, but I was still not happy, and I felt that there was a deep gap between me and the adults, and I really didn't know who to talk to.
I think the teacher said, everyone has something on their mind, and everyone has something unpleasant and unbalanced in their heart. Perhaps, let nature take its course and do nothing to help, in order to handsome solve my mood it ......
After the rain and wind, the sun slightly probe, although after the wind and rain hit, but I believe the sunshine is always after the rain and wind.
Recorded life essays Part 5
The cold winds and the arrival of the snowflake is a different kind of humor, it is a noble gesture is given by the sky, although it is only a short period of time, perhaps, contains a Zen I do not penetrate the mystery -
My best friend called, said: "Tonight there will be a snowfall! The moonlight is full on my side, and I can only smell the refreshing sound and the light fragrance in the breeze, accompanied by the limp thoughts, slowly floating in the depths of the water and clouds, and the shallow self-compassion.
Inside the window, burned a incense, in the smoke filled, open the ancient scroll, the wind whispering. Follow a wisp of fragrance to look out, full of flowers, spitting stamens condensing incense, even from the sweet. But this winter flowers and spring flowers, compared to the Qingli, cold and colorful. The petals of the flowers, stepping on the ancient rhyme from the top of the tree, curling up to break the window, fell on my snow-like paper.
Thinking of the friend side, sprinkled with snowflakes, thinking of that icy and pure world fairy, on her side, will be a poignant gesture such as butterfly dancing, heart really envy. I just don't know, that light and fluttering scene, and danced up who's like water, I seem to clearly see her standing in the snow, leaning on the plum branch, cloak a cold fragrance, in the clear ice and snow sniffing the figure of plum.
She said, "If you are there, we can stroll through the snow." My heart was moved by this, as if returning to the night that had been. That night, the sound of flute under the moon. The shadows swayed. I remember, the ethereal sound, shocked down a tree flowers, fell to both of us full of petals.
At this moment, I want to say to you: although we are on the other side of the world, can not meet. However, when the south of the soft petals, fluttering and rotating in my hometown on the green stone road, I will be able to in the hazy night, feel the ghost of the old town style. As you are now, around the flying snowflakes, has quietly, to bring your feelings to my side.
Record life essays Part 6I like to look at the clouds in the sky in the afternoon, in the glow of the setting sun, such as the shy bride, shallow, sweet smile. Look at that stands in the twilight of the lofty mountains, high head, gazing fondly at the distant waiting for a lifetime of the bride, although the sky is far away from the end can not get together, but this love is the end of the world. I like to walk in the drizzle, imagining that the woman holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering in the rainy alleys, in the turn around and look back will not be in love for life. Imagine Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi in the martyrdom of love, turned into two flying birds night to cry each other's grief and happiness.
I like to come at night, make a cup of jasmine tea, read Eileen Chang's "met you in thousands of people, not a step early, not a step late" classic statement. I like to roll myself into the night, feel these articles and poems that touch the heart and make people weep, and my soul has become light and vivid because of the nourishment of literature.
I like every sincere and persistent people, this sincerity is like the light of the moon shining in my heart, so that I am no longer afraid of lies and deception, and persistence is like the sun, when I want to give up thinking about their strength and unyielding, the heart of the fire of hope.
I like to stand under the lotus leaf window with my arms wrapped around me, watching the smoke, listening to the pastoral song, especially in the paddy fields, yelling at the buffalo farmers, they were scorched by the sun on the forehead, they were wrinkled by the hardships of the years, they were the life of the heavy burden of the bent waist, so that you have to sigh that this is the most real scenery of life.
Like too much too much, love is too much too much, in love and be loved, cherish and be cherished between, I wish I was that dewdrops in your leaf tip sliding, even if it is just a moment, but also let you remember my most beautiful dance, I wish I was the brightest star in the sky, in the time of your confusion, illuminated over your heart.
Like is not need too many reasons, slowly feel, slowly taste, slowly know, this will constitute my whole world.
The first day of August is already here, and I've just started to write my essay. The past month, really, as if flying, and did not leave a few things have absolutely recalled the interesting things!
Speaking of the happiest day I've ever had, it was the day I finished my other assignments! That day is really a kind of indescribable feeling of letting go of the heavy burden. So I went outside and played for an afternoon. It was a hot day, but I didn't mind it too much. In the stream to take a bath, so comfortable ah, washed away the fatigue, washed away the pressure, really a wonderful enjoyment oh!
It happened to be Sunday, the TV program is extraordinarily rich, the unfortunate thing happened in a flash, all the appliances in the house stopped working - the power outage. The mood is so complicated ah, hot day out of what bird power ah, put me hot enough panic! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of them!
Now a hot afternoon how to arrange it? I was thinking, suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the door, my elementary school classmates came. He proposed ...... this proposal both cool down the heat and fun Oh! There are a lot of "prawns" in the stream at the foot of the mountain. We then took the tools to the foot of the mountain "dart" and go. At the foot of the mountain, there is no hot sun, no noise. It's a great place to be.
An afternoon harvest is really not small ah, caught a lot of shrimp oh, half of the hot day so we forget, this method to deal with the power outage of the hot day is really good oh. From that day onwards, I don't know why the power outage is not too much. Maybe the Ningbo area is not too short of electricity. I'm not sure why. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and I'm really worried that the power will go out again! But I have a way to cope with the power outage!
Recorded life essays Part 8
Coyote soul does not provide food, every month to everyone issued 2500 yuan, 3500 yuan of non-responsible salary is considered to be subsidized to everyone's food or clothing, supplies, etc. This can not be regarded as money earned. This can't be considered earned money, it can only be considered basic living expenses, if you want to make money, work hard to improve yourself and get results, we will pay for the results, as for the process, we will applaud you.
So what about food?
Well, the famous food town, Daojiao. You're here if you just want a working meal, you can try to try Jiajia Mei or Good Cooking Yi, or you can try Fresh Sugar Water Shop or Long Jiang Pig's Feet Rice, or if you want an economic dendrobium that's also spicy then Guizhou Bean Flower and Vegetable Restaurant on Jinniu Road is a good choice.
General breakfast you can try Daojiao characteristics of steamed rice, steamed pork ribs or sausage, you can also try intestinal vermicelli, the original soup noodles, etc., if you want to drink some morning tea, green tea and refreshments are also good about more than 30 kinds of early morning, enough to dazzle us.
About dinner, you can think of shabu-shabu, barbecue, hot pot, stir-fry, dinner can be found and meet you, you like Hunan cuisine, big bowl dishes, willow leaf stone pot fish, mud head of weng, etc.; you like Sichuan cuisine, three and wang, fish food can go to try; you like Cantonese cuisine, green blessing and the new Daxin hotel is barely; as for the Jiang Yue bend of the barbecued fish, Leizhou dog meat; or Daojiao meatballs, chicken, meat dumplings, and Chaozhou casserole congee and so on. As well as Chaozhou's casserole congee and so on, that depends on everyone's personal preferences, favorite can be reached within 20 minutes.
In Coyote Soul, if you eat well, then you can be capricious, because there is no shortage of foodies here, always looking for companions, and within 20 minutes to reach any of the food I mentioned the store.
Record Life Essays Part 9Too often the thing that feels scary is not how I won't, I'm so tired ...... Rather, it's what exactly am I busy with? Why am I so busy?
The recent feeling is this, every day feel especially especially busy, before going to sleep at night, seriously think, but found that, it seems that the purpose of such busy themselves do not know.
I don't know who I belong to, where does my workload come from? Is it meaningful? Is it worth it?
From the original preferences, the original dream is not farther and farther away, I do not know, I just every day will also squeeze a squeeze to see their favorite program, their favorite text, time to squeeze a little bit more when you can pick up notes.
There is no denying that the busy learning to a certain thing, but they do not like the field even after learning will not be used, is not I will rely on this knowledge to go I originally planned the road, this is an unknown quantity.
It's been a long time since I've had a dinner with friends, and a long time since I've been shopping with my mom. I think I still need some time to be lazy, to bask in the sun on the street, to walk through the noisy intersections, and to listen to the sounds of those messy but active conversations.
If you give me a piece of forest, a cabin, a stream, I think I can live a long time, but not necessarily happy, if you give me a piece of downtown, a small apartment, a group of partners, I think I can be very happy, but not necessarily long. If such a choice is given to you, which one will you choose?
Eyes squinting, very sleepy, want to find a small house with a window, a soft bed to lie on, if there is a dear can be hugged next to it, it would be even better, lazily chatting about the sky, the sound of noi noi, the warmth of the sun's rays, don't be very piercing sunshine in the feet, the summer winds softly raised pink and white crushed curtains, I think I will like it very much.
Record Life Essay Part 10
The word "life" can be found everywhere. Some people say that life is like a cup of hot tea, bitter with a little sweet; some people say that life is like a cup of coffee. But I think life is like a circle, simple and beautiful!
We are now junior students, the understanding of life is not so thorough, but in my opinion, life is just two points and one line, we walked the road is the road that we walk over and over again! I had always thought that life was tiring and there was always a heavy burden, but now I understand that this is no longer the case. I think life is simple, but there is no lack of beauty!
Surrounded by 98 students, watching them all day long buried in reading, although not for the book "Golden House" and "Yan Ruyu", but they enjoy it! Influenced by them, I also entered the "bombardment". Every day at sunrise, stepped into the school door, the birds chirping on the roadside is "symphony", - a symphony of life. Listening to the sound of reading, I felt as if I was enveloped in knowledge, and felt very happy. After a quick lunch and a 20-minute nap, we went back to school, the repository of knowledge. We took part in evening self-study, accompanied by the stars and the moon, we not only do not feel lonely, but feel happy!
Almost every day. It is simple to repeat only these things, but in the simple rush, there is no lack of joy. The sweetness of tea has been imprinted in the heart! I move in the circle of the heart. It is repetitive, but I think it is also beautiful!
This is my life, simple but beautiful!
Recorded life essays Part 11
Occasionally, Coyote Soul will engage in open-air barbecue, want to eat what we want to eat; if the weather is hot, will also try to organize everyone to go swimming, swimming has two options, one is in the swimming pool, one is in the mountains inside the reservoir or inside the river, which is a very challenging, especially a lot of the girls, almost afraid to go.
Of course, the fruit ripening season, if you are still interested, occasionally organized to pick lychee, longan, strawberries and so on.
Like K song of the young people have a blessing, Coyote soul is not lack of singer, and even a few times, there are some people can put their own voice singing hoarse.
Students who like to read and write can also find good companions, if you are an English maniac, well congratulations, every day allows you to organize a feast of English sharing, you must have an audience.
As for some people who want to solve the problem of personal life events, etc., then I just want to say, girls and guys this depends on you to play their own infinite charm, brother I can not help.
About learning management knowledge, sales skills, about the product, I guarantee that you can get something every day, if you want to change, you are ready to grow, coyote soul may be more suitable for you.
Writing, writing, I am really drunk; original this is our life in the wild wolf soul, can be very rich, can not have money, come up with the results of the partners can be very rich, can not get the results of the partners can only lead every month of the low income, 2500 kind of. But no matter you have money, no money, in the coyote soul life can also still be arbitrary.