The west wind rises, the east wind and breaks, cutting through the long sky whistling in the vicissitudes of the drift, the heart of that endless thoughts roar loudly, tossing that miles of long current, stirring up the sky reddish evening sun.
My distant thoughts have nowhere to vent, talking about the season's despair, only to let that big blooming chrysanthemum residue all over the world, and then in the years of barren smoke and grass let the petals peeled off the wall, repress my heart's turnover, repression of the blooming snow lotus, let that yellow smile into the fingers, and then trailed on the head of the heart, hysterical cry resounded through the barren fields, that beautiful wind! Sand grains, where are you today? My distant thoughts have nowhere to collect, a marquee of sadness in a thousand strands, cut and cut, but also messy, where is the way back, wordless look back, destined to die to keep a lifetime, why the lonely soul into the dreamland again. The next day's hustle and bustle is why it is again tearful.
Once the sea is difficult to water, that pierced your words are not my intention, want to make up for the past, but the morning light dried up the last line of sadness, black ink has also been dyed with tranquility, decadence. The reasoning is still messy, the broken kite has no attachment.
Then let me that nowhere to vent my thoughts with that homeless running water drifting all day long, the lonely soul why and into the dreamland, destined to die to keep a lifetime, wordless look back, gradually accustomed to the red dust passers-by, where exactly is the way back, a marigold away from the sadness of a thousand strands of silk, flowers under the youth is too short. My distant thoughts nowhere to say goodbye, only to realize that everything is not too late, only to let that big blooming chrysanthemum residue all over the world, messy and unbearable to look back, do not know what to do, the east wind and broken? My distant thoughts have nowhere to collect, but the water ahead has long been cut off, and then in the years of barren smoke and grass let the petals peeled off the wall, cut and cut, lonely and will die of old age.
Sand grains in the wind, tumbling that miles of long stream, repressing that blooming snow lotus, because my thoughts of you have no idea where to drift down, that pierced your words are not my intention, the four seas, that beautiful sand grains in the wind, ah, withered chrysanthemums do not sympathize. Originally, and loneliness but down to no measure, looking at the hanging reflection, stirring up the sky reddish evening, and then trailed on the heart, hysterical cry resounded through the barren fields, perhaps the horizon is my starting point, fading without trace, want to make up for the past.
There are times like a lost child, experiencing the comfort of revisiting old haunts. The west wind rises, the dusk of the sunset reminds me of you again, where are you today, like those entangled past as fragmented, but found that this year's master is no longer me.
The next day's hustle and bustle why again tears, but things are not the same, but also know that the broken strings of the guzheng can not play the answer I want. Once the sea is difficult to water, that drifting duckweed is still looking for the way home.
My distant thoughts have nowhere to vent, want to meet the world of the fragrance of a petal, but at least in this world has walked once, free travelers need not return, still want to close for that a chrysanthemum, talking about the season's lonesome, decaying willow still swaying flirtatious. Endless thoughts are entangled in my heart, in this deserted city evaporated in a big way, only to let my thoughts wandering around, hooked up with the bruised soul, Ping Shui met too confused, a little inattentive, I do not know the next season is reborn or reincarnation, suppression of my inner turnover, but do not bear to blame me for the full moon is even lonelier, think about the direction of tomorrow's sunrise, when is the return of my faraway thoughts, the time in the The side muffled, and my distant thoughts never end, let the yellowing smile into the fingers, but the morning light dried up the last line of sadness, cut through the sky whistling in the vicissitudes of the drift, black ink has also been dyed with tranquility west wind rise.
My distant thoughts have nowhere to return home, the endless thoughts of the heart roar loudly, the east wind and broken.
2. Write a narrative essay on the theme of "attachment" 600 wordsThere is a place so far away that it is difficult to reach, and its name is heaven.
There is a kind of mind that stretches so far that it is hard to stop, and it is called attachment.
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The gentle evening wind quietly opened the window of the soul, the drizzle gradually flooded the river ......
A strait will be my loved ones with a stone's throw separated as the end of the world! How many starry, moonlit nights, tears, I chewed over and over again the warmth of childhood; how many midnight rounds, the eyes are still hazy grandfather walked away from the back of the ear for a long time, is the heaven of the heartfelt exhortations and calls .......
At this time, the grandfather's attachment and thoughts in my heart diffuse, like the creeper's feet finely entangled in my heart.
"Grandpa, how are you in heaven, that ticket, I still keep."
It was the last day of summer vacation, and because school was about to start, I went to the airport alone and dejected with my ticket. When I entered the customs, I was stunned - it was my grandfather who was pale and weak, but still had such a kind smile on his face, wasn't he hospitalized?
"Grandpa!" Grandpa looked at the sound, rushed to my tired smile, that smile from the corners of the mouth rippled open, the pale face there is a trace of fleeting blood ......
Grandpa leaned over to lean on my ear, whispered to me "children, remember, Grandpa always love you." At that moment, the forehead of the grandfather seeped out of the dense beads of sweat, the face of the deep grooves as well as the deep loneliness and regret hidden in the sunken eyes, so that my heart slightly trembled ......
carry baggage, I dragged a heavy pace into the customs. Out of the corner of my eye, I inadvertently noticed that my grandfather's expression was dull.
At that moment, I turned back, only to see my grandfather locked in a frown, filled with tears in the eyes burst out, tears such as broken beads along the cheeks quietly flowing.
I quickly withdrew my gaze. At that moment, I was in tears; at that moment, my heart was dripping blood ......
Can't bear to part with my grandfather ah, how much he loved me.
Back home, the grandmother's phone call the bad news like a bolt from the blue shocked me to tears. The airport departure was the last time I saw my grandfather. I y blamed myself for thinking that Grandpa was just having a normal heart attack. In fact, my grandfather had been bedridden for a long time due to sepsis caused by cardiac hypertrophy, and at the last moment of his life, he endured the pain of his illness and took one last look at me with my grandmother's support. In the car, Grandpa wrote down the words "12-15-22-5 - to Jia Yi", and 1215225 corresponding to the English letters is "LOVE". Finally, the grandfather in the car on the ......
Once was a stunning shadow to shine. The warmth of the memories that have flashed intermittently, like the unintentional flooding of the sea of the heart, stirring up a circle of love ripples.
Walking through the square where I once stayed, my grandfather and I sat comfortably on the stone steps with fewer pedestrians, and the warmth of the sunset pulled our shadows long, jumping with soft lines. Grandpa tremblingly peeled a candy with a hand full of years, and then handed it to me with a smile on his face, the silver-white strands of his hair ticketed between his ears, glittering with this peaceful light. And I, smiling sweetly, happily chewed the candy, and then excitedly plucked another candy in my hand and stuffed it into the old man's mouth. We laughed happily, and the speckled clouds looked extraordinarily gentle behind us.
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Those dusty days, as if waving goodbye in a dream, but never a dissipating cloud of smoke.
The attachment, a feeling of trembling heart.
These are the most important things that you can do to make your life more comfortable.
Occasional memories, so distant dreams, distant voice. The only thing that is clearly visible is the smile, and the transparency of the youth is like a wine, which can be drunk, can be exhausted, and can be separated.
Now, Grandpa has passed away a few spring and fall, and I, the inner self-blame also lasted a few spring and fall. The passage of time has made my attachment to my grandfather deeper and deeper. How many nights when I stood in front of the window, staring at the distant, deep night sky, let remorse, sorrow, and attachment filled with the field of heart ......
3. to "attachment" as the title of a compositionWhen I was a child, I did not know what is attachment, only think It's a kind of emotion between family members who don't see each other for a long time. But as I continue to grow up, I realize that the attachment is to miss, is the most sincere expression of affection for their loved ones.
I read and understand the attachment is in every time to go to grandpa's house. Every time I go, my grandfather will smile and say to me, "Do you want to grandpa?" "I want to." I said as if I was coping with the errand, and then went to play. At that time, I thought it was very strange, why did Grandpa always ask me if I missed him, wasn't it only a week without seeing him? But how do I know, in this week I played, but grandpa was at home holding me.
The time I learned about attachment was every time Grandma called me. Every time Grandma calls me, she asks me if I've eaten, if I'm well, if I drink milk every morning, and how I'm doing in my studies....... Every time I think to myself, "Didn't I say all that last week? I'm not sure why I'm still asking. Every time I would always be impatient to say, "Oh, well, goodbye grandma." And after Grandma hears it, she hesitates for a moment and then says, "Okay." Finally put down the phone. Later I realized that grandma is trying to convey her attachment to me, my thoughts through the phone, while I always thought she was very abetted, always want to hang up the phone.
I learned about attachment when my grandfather was sick. I went to see my grandfather that day, but after entering the door, I saw my grandfather lying on the bed, I asked my grandmother, what's wrong with my grandfather? Grandma said grandpa was not feeling well for the past two days. When I asked him what he wanted to eat, he said he just wanted some bread. When I heard this, I went towards the door and grandma asked *** What to go? I said I was going to buy some bread, and Grandma said just buy some regular ones. In the car I thought that if I bought regular bread I could save money to buy books to read, but in the end I stopped in front of a very nice bakery and walked in and picked out some of Grandpa's favorite breads and treats. It was expensive, but I was happy.
When I got home, I took the bread and treats to my grandfather, who smiled happily. After that, Grandma told everyone about it, saying that I knew what I was doing.
It turns out that attachment is all around us, and as long as we experience it with our hearts, we will find its true meaning.
4. distant remembrance essay 800 subSuddenly woke up in his sleep, he could not sleep again. The curtains are open and the night is hazy. The moon is hovering in the chaotic night sky with a hint of nostalgia, a hint of longing. I can't control my thoughts any longer, and they fly to my distant hometown.
The old home is beautiful. There are ponds in front of and behind the village, and in the middle of summer, the ponds are full of water lilies. No one planted them on purpose, but perhaps the seeds drifted in with the wind. I like to rest my chin on my hand, with my own side of the willow on my head
, and sit alone under the tree, looking at the shore of the lotus. Occasionally blowing a wind, mixed with the water and soil of the fragrance of the rolled up, the leaves messy rustle and cicadas tireless singing, constitute the most beautiful summer
picture.
I like to climb up to the roof to watch the sunset. At that time of the year, the smoke from the cooking pots would come out of every house and blend into the afterglow along with the smell of the food. The sun will set silently in the layers of roofs
Down. In my hometown, there are trees in front of and behind the houses, and at this time of the year, there are always flocks of birds returning, and the adults call the children who have been playing outside all day to come home for dinner, and the village comes to life.
Everything is covered with a layer of color.
Whenever night falls, I always like to run around the village with a few friends carrying small lanterns. A flickering yellow light in the heavy night, like the fireflies on the edge of the pond. I was so happy and innocent at that time...
Later, when I was five years old, I came to Changwon with my parents. The air here is always dusty and noisy. When I first came here, I was curious, but after a long time, I was confused. Is this the place I have longed for?
Since I was five years old, I have been living in school, so I seldom go back to my hometown. Whenever there was a vacation, I would clamor to go back. When I went back, I proudly bragged to my friends about how good my school was, and looked at their envious eyes with a sense of
satisfaction, but more than anything else, it was sadness. I like it here, but had to go back to Changguan .... When I was growing up, my studies became heavier and heavier, and I went back to my hometown less and less often, and I became more and more alienated from my friends. Finally, once, go back and no longer remember
The former close partners, meet forget to smile, forget to greet ......
Everything in the hometown are memories, those far away lotus, cooking smoke, small lanterns, friendship, but also the clouds disappeared ... ...
When I think of this, I can not help but choke up, hometown, farther and farther away from me.
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5. distant remembrance 400 words essayDistant remembrance of the world's farthest distance, not the end of the world apart, but I stand in front of you, but you can not feel my thoughts about you.
The sky was drizzling, and I came to you with a heavy heart. The stone monument hangs on your smiling face, you have no matter the dust, serenely sleep in your last home.
After you left, my world was drained of a piece of happiness, and all of a sudden I felt that life was so boring and lonely, and I spent the whole day in silence, always going back to the old house, remembering you and my little bits and pieces. Grandma, I don't know in that world of yours, will you still remember our story? Do you still remember that old wicker chair? A few days ago, I went back to the old house, that cane chair is still well placed in your bedside, I moved it out of the room, and then quietly lying on it, close your eyes, remember it with our story.
In the past, there was no fan in the house, and the house was like a furnace in the summer. You always moved out that wicker chair and put it in the yard.
You lay on top of the chair, and then put me in your arms, gently, with that big fan to fan me, we looked up at the sky together, and counted the stars together. You said that all the stars in the sky represent a genie, and that people will become genies when they die, turning into stars and looking at the living.
I also asked mischievously, "Grandma, will you turn into a star." You said of course I would.
I was so scared that I hugged you tightly because I was afraid to let you go. In the summer, we spent our time in the yard, on wicker chairs, counting the stars, looking at the sky, and being happy.
To this day, I still remember it vividly, I really miss those days and the little bit of you growing up with me. Grandma, I wish you could remember all our stories, but I wish you could sleep peacefully and dream of me from time to time.
Though I am face to face with you, there is the farthest distance between us. May my thoughts of you travel through space and reach your world.
6. Try to "talk about the most distant distance" as the theme, write an argumentative essayTalk about the most distant distance What is the most distant distance? Astronomers say that the infinite universe is the farthest distance; sociologists say that the separation of life and death is the farthest distance; psychologists say that not knowing each other is the farthest distance.
The universe is vast and boundless, but as long as you are willing to explore, the universe will not be far away. The ancients said that the sky is round and the earth from the square, that is just a glimpse of the earth's corner; Copernicus heliocentric theory tells people that the earth is round, the universe has unveiled the mystery; and then the solar system, the Milky Way Galaxy ...... Although the universe is still expanding, boundless, but people explore the footsteps have never stopped.
We are in the middle of the universe, the universe is not far away. Parting is heartbreaking, but as long as we learn to hold on to each other, the distance of parting will not be far.
Just like Yu Guangzhong's song "Nostalgia", no matter whether it is a stamp or a ship's ticket, no matter whether it is a grave or a strait, the distance of parting is the distance from this end to that end. The person you are attached to is in the bottom of your heart, regardless of the thousands of mountains and thousands of miles.
Parting can not block our attachment, parting is not far away. Loneliness is nowhere to tell, but as long as you know how to be open-minded, loneliness is not far away.
"Last night, the west wind carved blue trees, alone on a tall building, looking off the road to the end of the world." Yanshu is lonely, but he does not stay in the "who knows" in the heart of the complaint, but chanting out of the "inexorable flowers fall, déjà vu swallow return" of the ancient masterpiece.
It's not that the people in front of you don't know what you're thinking, but if you tell them what you're thinking, there's always someone to listen. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Then what is the most distant distance? In fact, the distance is nothing more than an objective existence, there is no difference between near and far, distant only the hearts. The vast universe, the deep space, let people look away, so the universe is distant.
However, everyone has had the dream of traveling to space, so Apollo 11 carried Armstrong took the first step on the moon, and since then, our footsteps have never stopped. How big is the heart, how big is the universe.
So the universe is never far away. The pain of parting and the longing for it make it hard to let go, so parting is distant.
However, even if it is a young man who leaves his home and returns home, he still carries that unchanged accent, so how can a birth parting be distant; it is not necessary to go to the Yellow Springs, just raise a cup to invite the shadow *** this month, although it is a death parting, let alone distant. The only thing that will happen after the reunion is that there will be a reunion after the parting of the world.
So, parting is never far away. Not knowing each other from the opposite side, and having no one to know what is on one's mind, leaves one at a loss, so loneliness is distant.
And yet, "What is more interesting than to commune with one's own thoughts, to communicate with God?" That's how Robinson lived on an isolated island for ten years, with his heart in the right place, so he wasn't alone. Communicate with your heart, and you will find the eyes that care about you from afar.
Open your heart, do not worry about others do not understand your mind. So loneliness is never far away.
What is the most distant distance? There is no such thing as the farthest distance. The mountain does not come over, I'll go over, the road is with the feet out, take a big step forward, the distance is close at hand.
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7. distant remembrance 400 words essayDistant remembrance
The world's most distant distance, not the end of the world apart, but I stand in front of you, but you can not feel my thoughts about you.
The sky was drizzling, and I came to you with a heavy heart. The stone monument hangs on your smiling face, you have no matter the dust, serenely sleep in your last home.
After you left, my world was drained of a piece of happiness, and all of a sudden I felt that life was so boring and lonely, and I spent the whole day in silence, always going back to the old house, remembering you and my little bits and pieces. Grandma, I don't know in that world of yours, you will still remember our story?
Do you still remember that old wicker chair? A few days ago, I went back to the old house, and that rattan chair was still sitting nicely next to your bed, I moved it out of the room, and then quietly lay on it, closed my eyes, and remembered its story with us.
In the past, there was no fan in the house, and the house was like a furnace in the summer. You always moved out the wicker chair and put it in the yard. You lay on top of the chair, and then put me in your arms, gently, with that big fan to fan me, we looked up at the sky together, and counted the stars together.
You said that the stars in the sky all represent a genie, and that people will become genies when they die, turning into stars and looking at the living. I also asked mischievously, "Grandma, will you become a star." You said of course you would. I was so scared that I hugged you tightly because I was afraid to let you go.
In the summer, we spent our time in the yard, on wicker chairs, counting the stars and looking at the sky.
To this day, I still remember it clearly, really miss those days, miss you and I grew up a little bit.
Grandma, I wish you could remember all our stories, and I wish you could sleep peacefully and dream of me from time to time.
Although I am face to face with you, there is the farthest distance between us. May my thoughts of you travel through space and reach your world.
8. Please write an essay on the topic of "attachment"
"Attachment is painful and beautiful"
"Attachment" is painful and beautiful.
Attachment is the spring flowers of the strange and colorful; Attachment is the summer cool breeze; Attachment is the fall of the heavy fruit; Attachment is the winter night flying snowflakes in the sky. Attachment is the abbreviation of life, attachment is the release of the mind.
With attachment, you have the joys and sorrows of life, and the watery years of no regrets. Attachment is a cup of more and more fragrant old wine, attachment is a soulful colorful clouds, drunken two people's hearts, blooming two heart flowers, attachment is the most precious friendship between people, attachment is a generous give and selfless dedication, is a deep blessing and silent prayers, it is not close to the utilitarian, does not contain falsehoods, attachment is a kind of emotional intertwining; attachment is a kind of spiritual sustainment; attachment is a rich thoughts.
The first thing I'd like to say is that I'd like to see you in the future.
Hanging is the night silent tears of sadness; hanging is the cold rain knocking the window does not sleep obsession; hanging is looking through the water of the bitterness; hanging is the moonlight under the water of love. Attachment to a person, you will remember the warmth of the past when you get along with each other; recall with him hand in hand together in the light song and dance of happiness; remember the loneliness of his careful companionship; remember the pain of his patience when the guidance; think of the disappointment of his warm words; think of the mix-up after his deep guilt; think of his deep pity when you cry; think of your capriciousness when his generosity and tolerance; think of your annoyance when his humorous jokes; think of your naughty when his loud jokes; think of your naughty when his loud.
The attachment of a person, you will be happy for its joy and joy, for its worry and worry, you will be more from the bottom of the heart to breed a lot of inexplicable melancholy. You will think about his food, clothing, housing and transportation; you will pay attention to his joy and sorrow; you will care about his joy and sorrow, you will care about his every move.
You will not be able to get his news and sadness; you will not be able to keep with him for a long time and sleep and eat uneasily; you will be for that long lovesickness to sit and stand still; you will be due to the strands of the emotional sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness. An attachment, balancing the emotional balance of the imbalance, a attachment, fill the depths of the heart of the disappointment, the longer the breakup, the farther the distance of separation, the weight of the attachment is heavier.
With that attachment, lonely trekking on the road there will be a gratifying spiritual comfort, there are other people on your attachment to the ordinary years of life more than the abundance of life. One of the ordinary days, or an extremely ordinary experience, can make the attachment to a thousand feelings.
Deeply attached, like a long vine rooted in people's soul. Quietly cut a wisp of love to fly in the warm spring breeze, silently tugging a thread of attachment thrown to the boundless universe; gently open the heart, recalling a past event, thinking of a face, attachment in the late night so painful, so poignant.
"Taste of Attachment" Attachment is a heart to another heart's deep thoughts, it can be linked to affection, friendship, and love. It can be linked to affection, friendship and love.
Attachment is a form of life, all people are looking for a spiritual place and psychological magnetism will cherish. The best way to identify the depth of feelings is the length of the attachment.
The beautiful legend of "Southeast Peacock Flight", the ancient song of "Meng Jiangnu Weeping at the Great Wall", and the sadness and happiness of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai". "Thinking of you is like the full moon, night and day," the wonderful lines of the best chapter, are described because of the attachment to the extreme, resulting in the gradual thinning of the face, until to pay for the story of life, leaving us a sincere and sincere sadness of the beauty of the. The first thing you need to do is to get into a relationship with your friends and family, and then you can get into a relationship with your friends and family.
"Mother in the hands of the line, the wandering son on the clothes", is full of affectionate attachment; "little away from home, the old man back, the accent does not change sideburns," is full of nostalgia attachment; "I wish people a long time, a thousand miles **** Chan Juan" is a sincere, sad and beautiful. Canyon" is the attachment of wandering love; "I know where my brother climbed up high, but there is less of a dogwood" is the lack of attachment; "I wish you would pick more, this thing is the most lovesickness" is the attachment of support; "I urge you to finish a glass of wine, the west out of the Yangguan no old man", is the implication of attachment. Attachment, is a cup of rich feelings of agar, is a sentence of farewell Yin Yin blessing.
Parents' attachment to their children, like a cloud, with the birds in the sky fluttering around, through the dry mountains and water, lingering in the children's hearts. The attachment between siblings, like a mountain stream, clear and transparent, as long as the green mountain is not old, it will murmur and flow endlessly, singing all the way to the song, stirring all the way to the waves.
The attachment between husband and wife seems to be a euphonious word, lingering far away, often make tears in the scarf. There is also that between friends that does not contain blood relations, not mixed with selfish thoughts of attachment, often give people infinite strength and courage.
The attachment, is between people - a kind of precious emotion. It does not have the impurity of hypocrisy, nor the color of utilitarianism.
Attachment, is a generous give and selfless dedication, is a deep blessing and silent prayer. Attachment, not a vague mirage, but a real and true details and as.
Buy a pill, squeeze a little toothpaste, is the performance of attachment; ask a "good morning", say a "good night" is the expression of attachment; a greeting card, a letter home, a phone call, a message ... ... A greeting card, a letter from home, a phone call, a message... is the embodiment of attachment. Attachment, so that we can taste the sweet and sour in life, more life has added a bright landscape.
If there is no attachment in the world, it is like a lack of sunshine and rain as plants; a life without any attachment, such as the walking dead, empty a life, it is difficult to glow with the luster of life. Life needs warmth, needs sweetness, needs spring wind, needs summer rain ...... attachment is the soul rambling, is the heart of the conversation.
Hanging on to others and being hung on to by others is a kind of happiness, let each of us comprehend hanging on to, taste hanging on to, learn to hang on to, let life become more colorful, let the world become more colorful. When you hang on to a person, you will want to know if he is also hanging on to you. In fact, hanging and being hung in our lives is indispensable ...... because like to hang, because this kind of hanging is not know whether the other side is also hanging you, so it will be sad, with the heart to feel each other's hanging, and send sincere blessings . When you are attached to each other, there will be a very right wonderful association, there is the sweetness of the moment. Attachment contains a kind of appreciation, but also contains the ingredients of love. Mutual attachment will let each other in unknowingly into each other, there will be a harmony and tacit understanding of each other touched. Attachment is a light fragrance emanating from the heart, long and long. Attachment is a quiet overflow of thoughts, but also beautiful and pure. It is also sorrowful and sad. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it.