When tomorrow becomes today becomes yesterday, and finally becomes the memory of a day that is no longer important, we suddenly realize that we have been pushed forward by time without realizing it, and become another self in this matter.
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The night curtain opened, black silently spread. I played the song "Just Beginning" by Fan Bingbing on a loop, time always passes unnoticed, as if only yesterday I stepped into this strange and longing school, but tomorrow I will draw a conclusion for him.
I stood by the window, the deep night will be surrounded by the entire neighborhood, everything that is like my heart, the silence is great, just occasionally heard a few cars. I don't know what kind of emotion moved me, want to go out for a walk, walking alone on the street, let the light will be their back long, what kind of feeling?
The half-moon hung in the night sky, with a few wisps of dark blue puffy clouds wandering about. I walked aimlessly, the noise of the crowd came to my ears, this is a central square. The vendors were yelling, and there seemed to be everything for food, drink, and fun. People were dancing in the square, but most of them were middle-aged people, and the neon lights in front of me were all flashing, confusing my vision. I felt that the scene in front of me is so far away from me, seems to be pompous, just want to escape.
When I approached the lake, the fresh water came to me, and there was the sound of gurgling water, quietly flowing. Suddenly remembered the teacher had said a sentence: "When you feel tired, go to find a place with mountains, trees and water." Looking at the hidden reflection in the water, thinking about the truth of this statement, perhaps my heart can also be like this lake like precipitation. Walking around the lake to the north, noticing the changing faces around me, it seems that one face is gradually aging, gradually climbed the wrinkles, until it disappears. Listening to the sound of their talk and laughter, family trivia, emotional entanglements, everything is intertwined. In the pavilion by the lake, there are three or two elderly people gathered. Further ahead, in an open space, those old people are playing Tai Chi, gentle and light. An old player played soft and soothing music. I walked to the end of the lake, stopped to admire, looking back to the way, time is so careless, accidentally white head, accidentally slipped to the end.
Just like Fan Bingbing sang in the song, "So much so that everything has just begun, gesturing on behalf of victory." I should be glad that I have just begun, my life has just begun, I still have time, I can still cherish, I can still fight - until the white head of the young man, but also can look back on this past with a clear conscience.
Just started
There is a kind of love is to guard, let the clouds roll in and out, the flowers bloom and fall; there is a kind of love is to pay, let the years go by, the years old. No matter when, no matter where, there will always be a guardian angel in silence for us to pay, she is the mother!
Although Mother's Day has passed, thanksgiving has just begun.
My mother gave me a head of hair, but her temples have added a few strands of frost; my mother gave me a strong body, but her forehead has climbed a few wrinkles; my mother will feed me adults, but she was taken away by the years of youthful activity
Force; my mother gave me a young life, but she was in the step towards the twilight; my mother gave me romantic feelings, but she was wasted by the years of youth; my mother gave me unlimited time, but she was not able to get to the bottom of the problem. I'm not sure how much I've learned from my mother's experience, but I'm not sure how much I've learned from her.
Ah, mother, you have been paying wholeheartedly all your life, this love of yours, will not be affected by the lack of quality and quantity, will not be light because of the passage of time, your love will accompany me all my life, will never fade, will never be laid off.
However, we do for the mother and what did it, I do not know how many ignorant children, the mother even "call, come, come to", just like a small emperor, a small princess style, without stinting the squandering of the mother's selfless
love; and how many ruthless children, only because of the mother's one time to question the mother's love. The mother's love is questioned, no understanding of the mother's wordless guardianship. In fact, when we were quickly reprimanded by our mother's hatred, the most upset is not
us, but our mother! How she would like to hold us in her arms, softly nursing ah, but she can not, mother's mission and duties make her can not. O she is teaching us tolerance, forbearance, devotion, consideration and love!
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son." I don't know how many nights we sleep in the care of the mother; I don't know how many mornings we wake up in the mother's call; I don't know how many times the wind and rain, we grow up in the shelter of the mother; I don't know how many times the sadness, we are strong in the comfort of the mother. Shouldn't we be grateful, shouldn't we be thankful?
Now I can do very little, but when my mother is tired, I can give her a basin of foot washing water; when my mother has a headache, I can I give her a rub, do a simple massage; when my mother cooks, I can I help her to wash the dishes, brush the
bowl ...... These small things are what I can do, but also what I should do. And only in this way, let me in the face of my mother, to alleviate a little because of the burden of the family's heart but not enough guilt.
Looking for the adoption, hey, can not say out of the door was hit by a car God, no one to answer it