The other day, I saw my mom smiling in front of the mirror in the closet, and unintentionally I felt that her smile was so beautiful and touching. In fact, I was more than familiar with my mom's smile. But that day's smile felt so fascinating that I thought about it and realized something. It turned out that the smile was a smile that mom gave to herself for her own sake. So I tried to give myself a smile, and sure enough, I smiled so brightly in the mirror.
Yes! When we face confusion and helplessness, should we quietly give ourselves a smile?
Give yourself a smile, so that you have a frank, give yourself a smile, so that they are brave to face the hardships and dangers, this is how a mediation, is how a kind of openness, how a kind of encouragement ah!
Solo life, we will encounter all sorts of difficulties, and even difficult, pessimistic and disappointing, the journey is vast, and sometimes can not see a ray of starlight, the long road is sometimes not dashing. At this time, give yourself a smile, okay? Let the persistence from the bottom of the heart to inspire their own wings, flying over thousands of mountains, so that the call from afar, inspired by their own beliefs to break through the difficult passages.
In fact, life shows us is not so bad, who inevitably suffering, a different way to think, suffering in a wonderful moment. The road of life is always inevitable disillusionment and frustration, we have to learn to cope with, learn to comfort, learn to quietly give yourself a smile.
Come on! Friends! Let's be a happy person! "Thirty merits and fame dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon." The most difficult attitude in life is to look down on the immediate vanity. Set your thoughts free and let them soar between heaven and earth. If you can stop competing for the length of a moment, then there will be a seed of joy sprouting in your heart at this very moment.
"Happy is the man who smiles always, and young is the face that smiles always."
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Whenever you see the brightly colored five-star red flag rising, you will feel a kind of exhilaration, a kind of excitement． Whenever you hear the stirring "March of the Volunteer Army" playing slowly, you will feel a kind of pride, a kind of pride. Whenever you see a loving mother working hard, you will think of another greater mother - China.
Can you remember this mother? Her long hair is a thousand long flowing rivers; that hard back, is the Five Mountains, is the Yinshan, is Qilian, that wide and loving chest is the Qinghai-Tibet connected to the clouds and Guizhou! Stretching her arms, from the barn in the northeast, to the Yangtze River coast, that piece of endless fertile land． It is her warm hands. Oh, mother, your chest heart hidden how much bitterness, that is a part of history, a part of the history of blood and tears condensed.
Review yesterday, that spot of blood is the Japanese pirate ship invasion of the people, is the invaders with opium, artillery knocked open the door of our country, is the Eight-Power Allied Forces domineering, is the madness of the Great Powers to seize our exotic treasures, is the Yuanmingyuan under the hooves of the beasts in the ashes of the ashes, is the Japanese devils burned, looting, wantonly trampled on the mother of his body. The Yellow River is roaring, the earth is crying, the mother's children in the bitter struggle. At one time, you were proud, proud; at one time, you were silent, angry. In the boundless years, you have been through the vicissitudes of life, through all the ups and downs, you nurtured the evergreen river, but also raised millions of children belonging to you.
It is this group of mother's children, on that day - July 1, 1921, the establishment of the Chinese **** production party. It was like a dawn breaking through the sky and flashing in the east. The mother reappeared with a happy face． In a flash, more than 80 years of wind and rain. More than 80 years of hard work. The old poor countryside, now has cattle breeding groups, full of grain; yesterday's thatched roof tile house, now has a high-rise building.
No yesterday's hardships, will not have today's vigorous development, no yesterday's efforts to save the day, will not have today's towering buildings! We have always believed that without the children of China there is no ****production party, not to mention today's washed up mother!
In the face of the history of the mother, war is commonplace; in the face of the war experienced by the mother, life is fragile; review the history of the motherland mother, even though full of smoke and humiliation, even though full of hardship and bumps in the road, but we bravely walked through!
"The sound of the footsteps of the distant past is heavy, and then the splendor of the more heart-shaking"! Whether it is a distant war, or a distant disaster, the mother of thousands of years has been "riding the wind, breaking ten thousand miles of waves". Look at the mother of today! She is full of vitality. The renovation of the Three Gorges Project, the implementation of the western development, the successful lift-off of the manned spacecraft, and the impressive achievements of athletes in the Olympic Games are all signs that we will move towards a broader future. But we should not forget that we are still a developing country, there are still many places to be perfected and developed, in order to make the country rich and strong, we must continue to work hard; and the hope is pinned on our generation. We should study hard, set up ambitious aspirations and ideals, and make a difference in the future to serve the motherland. Let us use knowledge plus sweat, with full enthusiasm, embrace tomorrow, embrace hope!
You are a round of sunrise in the east, the morning sun we bathed in your bright sunshine. Bright red is your endless pursuit, golden is your eternal splendor. The world in front of you to unfold the boundless world, China's aspirations to take off so that you have a great deal of pride. When the bells of the century ring, when the future of the spirit soaring, the journey you are a beacon of navigation - the red flag of the Party will always fly. May the motherland a better tomorrow, there is a kind of name unchanging, that is, "the motherland"; there is a kind of faith evergreen, that is, "love the motherland". The motherland, dear mother, let us with, to the lofty mountains of reverence, to the deep love of the sheep lake, bless you "long wind and waves will sometimes, hanging straight from the clouds and sails to the sea"!
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I have been relegated to monitor the salt and wine tax in Gyunzhou because of the crime, did not get there, the world's heavy rain, Gyunzhou's water overflowed in all directions, flooded the southern city, mounted on the north shore, destroyed the door of the assassin's residence. The salt and wine tax builds houses downward toward the river, and the flooding was particularly severe. I had already arrived there, and seeing that the houses were so damaged as to be uninhabitable, I reported to the prefectural government and wanted to borrow the official residence of a ministry official to live in. The governor took pity on me for not having a place to stay and agreed to do so. In December of that year, I was able to support the tilted place and fill in the collapsed and damaged place, and I opened up the east side of the Hall of Hearing as a place to enjoy meals and rest by planting two cedars and one hundred bamboos. However, the salt and wine tax used to be done by three court officials, but when I arrived there, two of them had resigned and left, leaving the matter to me alone. I sat in the marketplace during the day, selling salt, wine, and guppies, and contending with the traders for the size of the place to make a profit for myself; and when I returned at night, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep, not realizing that the night had passed away and the day had come. In the morning he goes out again to do his duty of taking care of his work, and in the end he is not able to live peacefully in the so-called Dongxuan. Every morning and evening from its side to go out and come back, see it, there is no not silent own secret smile.
I used to read when I was young, and privately I used to wonder if Yan Yuan lived in a simple street with a basket of food and a ladle of water, and others could not endure that kind of suffering, and Yan Yuan did not change his pleasure. Private think even if you don't want to be an official, however, do a small official can still support themselves, but no obstacle to learning, why be embarrassed by the humiliation of poverty themselves to suffer to such a point? When I came to Gyunzhou, I labored hard in selling salt and rice without a day's rest, and although I wanted to abandon the trivial things in the world and put myself in the place of cultivating moral qualities, I was always blocked and put aside, and it was only after this that I came to know the reason for Yan Yuan's willingness to live in poverty and lowliness, and it turned out that he was unwilling to provide for his own living in order to seek for a little salary, and it was really because of the obstacle to his study. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I am doing.
Ah! The scholar, when he has not heard the profound truth, is addicted to power and gain, and thinks that he is happy with his own son and daughter, who are beautiful jade, silk, and silk. When he is in accordance with the righteousness of the pursuit of morality, shedding those gorgeous exterior and harvest his fruits, do things with ease and ease, do not know that heaven and earth is big and life and death is a change, not to mention that is not as good as his people it? So his happiness, enough to become poor and hungry because of this but not resentful, even if the south side of the king can not be added to him, probably not a person of character can not bear it. I am sincerely trying to wash away the impurities and admire the various virtues of the sages and sages, but when I look at the defects myself and think of the happiness of Yan Yuan, I am afraid that I am not able to obtain that kind of virtue! Like that Confucius traveled around the world, the highest official is as the Lu state's Sikou, the smallest to do the management of animal husbandry, the warehouse of the official, just the things he encountered, there is nothing not to do. That's probably something for the open-minded, but not something that people who are seeking to learn would want.
I have come here because of the relegation, although I know the harm of this punishment but I feel that there is no way to get out of the situation. I hope that the world will take pity on me and allow me to rest in my garden, repair the dilapidated houses of my predecessors, and build a small house to live in, so that afterward I can pursue the joy of Yan Yuan, think of Dongxuan, and forget that I am getting old. However, it is not what I dare to desire.
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Growing up, an ineffable song, it is the weaving of our starry emotions along with our messy footprints. Society is constantly evolving, and our course of growth is changing with it like a storm. Growing up originally meant that youngsters were exploring their own paths, but at some point we were deprived of this power, and our colorful paths were forcibly blocked! We are facing a straight road, millions of people in the avenue to squeeze, fortunate enough to squeeze through the teenager that reflects the seven-colored light of the crystal-like corners have been smoothed out; can not squeeze through the only wandering in place or hide in a corner since the fall. It is the growing rebellion in our bones that makes us escape from the main road, leaving the most personalized footprints on our own road in the hazy dawn and luxuriant grass. At that time, most of us children against the wishes of teachers and parents to do for themselves the greatest and most honorable thing - play. But the adults at that time did not care that we called "rebellion", they said it was the child's innocence and naughtiness.
As we entered school, our innocence was gradually being sealed, and we loved our childhood so much that we wanted to hold on to it as long as we could. So we entered a second period of rebellion - breaking through teachers' bans and parents' obstructions to watch cartoons after school. Although Chinese cartoons were overly concerned with educational meaning and became very hard or wanted to film the beautiful imagination but could not reach the "four unimaginable", either two cats talking or two tigers fighting, but we watched with fascination. At this point, adults no longer called us naive, and we were categorized as "misbehaving, playful, and naughty children."......
With the passage of time, the changing of the times, and the pressure exerted by the exam-based education to control our growing maturity, a force forced us to become numb to the reality of the world. The power to force us to just numbly squeeze forward. And so growth is framed in two rigid patterns: one part of the population numbly stays with the lamp at night, letting the days get lost in the sea of questions, they have to jump through door after door, and do their best to weave their future with scores, and weave their way through society in the future (the sad thing is that they have no souls); the other part of the population is trampled underfoot because of falling out of the queue, with crystallized tears glistening in their eyes.
"Either you explode in sinking or you perish in sinking." We don't want to let our youthful time continue to wander on, our youth should indeed have its own home. So we have not been smoothed with the personality with the exam education to do battle. That is, from then on, we really embarked on our own path. We ignored the score that can neither give you culture nor awaken the conscience of the corrupt officials; we gazed at the meteors that flashed in the sky in a life that we couldn't tell whether it was beautiful or sad. I love shooting stars, but it is outrageous that "Meteor Garden" and the F4 have corrupted the image of shooting stars, and to hell with "love of wealth and death"!
It was in our search for the lost soul of the movement, the adults pointed at our noses and called us rebellious. We break through the confinement of students for many years of rules and regulations, in the taste of growth in the recovery of innocence, in the spring let poetry in the sound of the wind to obtain eternal life, in the storm chasing the wind to grow up and let the pop song to play growth, in the sudden look back in the distant future has become the sunshine and rain casting the years, these are the "rebel"?
Finally, I finally came up with the reason why we are called "rebel": rebel refers to "people with betrayal behavior", because the vast majority of people are numb, but we have our own soul, we are in the tide of the world's reefs stirred up the snow white waves, so we are called "rebel". We are the snow-white counter-waves of the reef in the tide of the world, and so we are called rebels.
The same poet
The grass is not yet green, but I have seen its tender green buds in the solid soil to the spring drilling; swallows have not yet, but I have just heard its mellow voice in the blue sky and green willows for spring singing; spring rain is not yet wet, but I smelled that it has been wet the land exudes the same mellow aroma as wine; the blue waves have not yet been swung, but the winds of the spring for her to make poems for her to swing up a sweet smile!
Unconsciously, the grass grows and the warblers fly, it is crazy poetry from time to time will make the campus Anna, the song in my heart in the fragrance of the flowers awakened every dawn, in the face of the rising sun with my flute blowing up the sound of bravado! Running wild in the wilderness, so that the spring wind flicked my kite, to recover the childhood dream, hang it on the kite to fly into the sky!
Willow fluttering, green grass, swallow through the willow, rainbow butterflies dance in the air, the blue sky flying flowers, wisteria such as waterfalls. I silently watched this brand new season ...... spring came, my emerald green flute for her song shade green newborn; summer arrived, he sent the nightingale who sang for the summer; autumn returned, the red-hot maple leaves will only make life full of more passion; winter is still, she brought a teenager teardrops of beautiful frost.
I marvel at the tenacity of the grass, understand the sadness of the mountains, and love the sorrow of the stars. I am a poet, and I remain happy. The wasted years are still sung by someone.
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We always believe that the smile of childhood will accompany us to the end of time like our shadow, however, with the step by step upgrade in school, the most proud of the innocence of a person's life has been in our unknowing slowly precipitated to the bottom of the heart. However, thanks to the road I took, he made my young innocence re-float up in the blue air, and once different is that our maturity has been fused with innocence, is always an inseparable part of our lives.
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脚印思絮
"Take away a fishing fire let it haze your eyes, leaving a true love let it moor by the maple bridge, helpless I have been estranged from that emotion, and many years later found back in front of you ...... "
Night, quiet. Moonlight lightly declared on the desk, shaping a spiritual, peaceful atmosphere. The song "The Sound of the Waves" played on the tape recorder, and I gazed out the window at the stars and began to contemplate my footprints.
Many writers use their pens to write about music in an attempt to make their spiritual words play the melody of music and the vibrato that plucks at the heartstrings; many singers play their guitars with deep emotion, hoping to make the unique temperament of music take the place of the spirituality of words. I do not agree with them, I believe that music and words just have some acquaintance with the marriage and similar cells, but more is their unique personality, they are the only one in the world, no one can replace who. Words are my pillar, music is my fulcrum, they are both accompaniers and recorders of my journey ......
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I like to listen to music when I defect, like the wind blowing the sea waves, the variations of music record the run of my feelings. There are only two words that any music gives us - "return". It is both a return to lost years and a process of returning complex emotions to their truest, simplest state.
We sometimes rebel because of conflicts with parents, I will listen to "I think I am the sea" in this, the confusion of growing up as well as the pain produced by the generation gap in the deep pathos of Huang Lei's song into a happy sadness. After years of rebellion, we will find that we are still a child, still attached to our parents. Sometimes there is no reason to defect, just take it as a kind of pressure catharsis, growing madness. The Sailor, True Heroes has become another one of those rare classics of our time. The best in the summer night storm, a few friends in the storm running, singing "grasp every minute of life, go all out in our hearts the dream ......" "It said the storm, this pain is nothing, at least We still have a dream ......", that should be the most romantic thing. Sometimes sing for life. I am an old-fashioned person, regard the American, Japanese and Korean dynamic music as noise garbage. Although the era of school songs has passed, its sincerity in my heart is set in stone. Old Wolf, Gao Xiaosong and Ye Bei are the representatives of campus music. When wrinkles invade our faces when listening again to the then soaring "youth without regrets" "you at the same table", will forget the campus full of bitter joy?
Music gives me too much, not my pen can write. The years that have gone by in our unconscious memories will unconsciously reappear, and the youthful enthusiasm and romantic feelings will also flash in the lights when we touch the long-sealed strings of the piano. It is the music that weaves the touching and creates the eternity through time and space!
"...... stay even the bell is still ringing my sleeplessness, dusty days will never be a cloud of smoke, long time you must save that smiling face, many years later can accept each other's change ...... "
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In the face of the future, I am grandiose, I admit that because I chose this road I also lost a lot, but also got a lot. I like to use my words to record my joys and sorrows and the trembling of my heart. I looked up and looked at the mysterious dome, I can not help but thank me again for my rebellion, thanks to the enlightenment of my "Swan Junior Writers Class" and "New Concept Composition Competition", if there is no rebellion, I believe that I am just a mediocrity without a soul, if there is no "Swan" and "New Concept Composition Competition", if there is no "Swan" and "New Concept Composition Competition", I would like to thank you. If there is no "Little Swan" "New Concept", I am just a free beggar.
With my score I have not been able to step into their own y desired Peking University, it has not been possible to write poems under the moonlight of Peking University's Weiming Lake, it is not possible to let the music in the hazy night filled with every corner of the Peking University, warming every inch of the land. I love my writing twice as much, it is the never-ending spring of my life, a great spiritual wealth, I absolutely do not allow any utilitarianism to violate my soul, and I also believe that my words will not be lost in this materialistic era!
We use words to weave our emotions with a light combination of words, we think and dare to continue to explain the inferiority of the Chinese nation on the unfinished path of Mr. Lu Xun. Those who have gone through higher education also arrange words, but sadly they are just wordsmiths who skillfully arrange words, play with words, and ultimately play with their own souls. What is even sadder than this is that they also "lead by example" in interpreting human sadness with their pens. They can only mechanically arrange words to please the animals.
The text is never a combination of reason, it should be the sensibility of thought. I am still proud and arrogant, and I walk my way lightly, and I despise those who laugh at me, and I am laughing at them.
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The unknown tomorrow
After we look back on that wasted growth, and turn our heads to look straight ahead. We can't see the road ahead, it remains bewildering.
Sitting in front of my computer once again, I turned off the fluorescent light and the night outside filled my room. I let my thoughts control my fingers as they raced across the keyboard. The future is a heavy topic, and my fingers don't know what words to use to interpret it. Suddenly, the very poetic computer screen saver flashed on: the inky blue curtain of stars flickered and flashed, but also three-dimensional like a rush to cross away. It was as if I were soaring through space. That flickering stars are my growing road of past events, emotions, the canopy ahead is the unknown tomorrow ...... Until now I can finally say clearly, "Our growth is beautiful." The starry night is beautiful because there is a colorful star in the distance, but we can not see the star; growth is beautiful because no one can predict their own tomorrow.
"Our future is always steep and beautiful, and the future sinks forever into darkness." The night is endless, and the only way through it is to wave the wings of our souls. The sadness of people is that they can't wait to escape from the night, and only after stepping into the dawn do they realize that the night is unique to a part of the sky and peace, but they can no longer find the traces left by yesterday when they trace back against the river of memory.
I am still in the dawn hazy, grassy road, each footprints are left in my heart, what I got and what I lost seems to know nothing, I just want to walk my way, and look at the scenery along the way. For all the storms of tomorrow I will go against the grain. This is the road of my growth, everyone should live out their own, only then life is truly their own.
The rose, despite its thorns, can in no way diminish her beauty, and it is the madness of the storm that reflects its value, as I look ......