Running is a state, and running is a pleasure.
That summer, I stopped running. The boredom of life, parents' criticism and the nervousness of study have all become my burdens, which makes me feel very tired. What are you running so hard for? I'm lost. It's time to have a rest after running for so long. It's time to be a rest rabbit. The ideas in my heart sprout like buds, and the longer they grow, the stronger they get.
I went to the seaside alone. I only heard the sea surging. Watching the wind push the waves forward, even if it was blocked by rocks, it didn't stop moving forward and kept running. They laughed so happily and so sweetly. I always feel that the sour sun in my heart is gloomy and lifeless. Although the scene is beautiful, the blue sky and the blue sea blend together, and the seagulls flying low across the blue sea. I don't know why, I feel as sad as eating Rhizoma Coptidis, and I shed bitter tears. I got lost again, I got lost again, and I shouted in the distance. I don't know who answered faintly in the distance: "son, stick to it, don't give up, even if you encounter a storm, you can't stop." Your vows? Your dream? Have they all been thrown away? "These powerful words deeply shocked me. Is it the wind? Is it the sea? Or? The image of running hard in the past reappeared in my mind, and I suddenly wiped away my tears. Nothing has changed: the sky is still blue; The sea is still blue; Everything is still running, but there is a teenager chasing the wind running with them.
Looking at the distant figure on the runway, I fell behind, caught up, and caught up again. The hot sunshine melted the snow in my heart, and everything cheered for me: the grass leaned out, the flowers smiled, the willow twisted and the birds sang loudly. The sky is bluer and the sea is bluer!
Running has become my happiness and my goal. On the runway, I sang "Run, dance against the wind and waves, and get rid of my troubles." I continued to run hard.
I remember the day when I stepped into the bustling campus gate, and I was still secretly worried about how I should endure this pain in the past three years. It must be very long.
In the blink of an eye, the blink of an eye on the first day slipped in front of me, and I didn't even have time to catch its little tail. More than half of the second day has passed, and the third day is coming soon. The final exam is coming soon. At the same time, immediately divide into classes, and the brothers and sisters who have been together for two years will leave immediately.
In the seventh grade, our class was not as harmonious as it is now. There are fights between boys and girls from time to time, and they are called parties every day. In this way, we spent the first year of a year that was not harmonious.
Now, perhaps after a year of friction habits, perhaps because of getting along with teachers and getting to know each other better. In the first year and a half of Senior Two, the feelings between our classes have developed rapidly, and now they are inseparable. Haha, every time something happens, the whole class says in unison, hehe.
And in this class, I have two very good sisters, Little Randy and Daxinzi. Daxinzi is my good sister who has been playing together since the first grade. Little Randy didn't start until the second grade. Although it started in the second day of junior high school, the friendship is no worse than that of Daxinzi and me!
We three sisters can be called a famous female group, and one of us comes to mind first. Although some people say that the three of us will neglect one of them, we strongly protest this statement! When the three of us are together, there will always be endless topics, and we will always say things that we think are happy and depressed. We don't have to worry about each other's dislike for you and ignoring your situation. We scold each other every day, but we still feel warm. If people scold me like this, I guess I'll be angry long ago, but when I see them, I will naturally accept such rude scolding, hehe!
Besides, I have a brother. Hehe, hehe, although he is a boy, I believe we must be the purest friends! ! He was a small earthquake. Well, it's my privilege to call him Little Earthquake. We were deskmates in Grade Two, but not long ago, I was switched. On the day of transposition, I reluctantly told little Zhen Zhen that I could not bear to part with it. Unexpectedly, Zhen Zhen told me to go quickly, which hurt me very much, but in the end he added, the coolest and most disgusted people feel the worst inside. This sentence suddenly touched my tears, didn't it? Touched me for a long time, I pretended not to care and casually replied, hehe, then I'll pretend!
However, ha ha, all things must come to an end. We will be divided into classes in the third grade. There may be a small chance that we will be in the same class, may be far apart, and there are many possibilities, but I believe our friendship will not change. Friendship in junior high school is the best. It has no primary school obscurity, no high school perfunctory, no university scheming, only the purest and most thorough feelings in our hearts!
May the friendship in junior high school last forever! !
Through the thick twilight, a sunset pierced the sky and gently lit up the whole field. Cast a long shadow on the field. Yes, that's me.
I ran and flew towards the sunset on the horizon. The scenery on both sides alternates rapidly. I can feel the breath of the wind and shout behind me. In front of me is the sunset, full of hope. I want to win the light, because I am afraid of the dark.
The sunset faded away bit by bit, and my heart became cold bit by bit until the last ray of sunshine disappeared at the end of the horizon. Looking up at the darkness in front of me, I stopped and slowly lowered my head. I know that running in vain is meaningless, and I know that I will never catch up with the sun, but why didn't I stop running? I asked myself silently.
At this time, the moon is in the sky, and the moon is bright and round tonight. Running made me feel a little tired, so I lay in the field, listening to insects and looking up at the sky. But I have no intention of enjoying the moon. Looking at the bright moon, I feel confused. I don't understand my dream, and I don't know the meaning of life. I can only run to find the lost scenery.
Some people say that life is like a race, there is always speed and victory, but does one have to stop at the finish line? I think more people will choose to keep running, because winning or losing is not the most important thing, the most important thing is whether they can reach the finish line.
The moon climbed into the night sky, and the night gradually deepened. I stood up and strode home. Before I left, I picked up a branch and wrote the eight characters "Chasing the Sun for the hundredth time" on the field. Then I turned to look at the horizon and went home with some nostalgia.
Today, I still chase the sun, and I finally understand that this whole 100-time running is my dream-chasing step, and the sun on the horizon is my dream that I have been striving for. Although far apart, at least it proves that I am working hard. I'm trying.
The sun is still that sun, and I am still that me, but I have learned to run, which is a compulsory course in life.
Hawking, who never gives in in the face of setbacks, Zhang Haidi, who can fly with broken wings, and Beethoven, who is deaf and can play the music of life. They all let us understand a truth: success belongs to the never-ending, running strong person in life.
God seems to play a joke on them and give them an imperfect body, but they are not as healthy as ordinary people. I thought they would give up, stop and even complain. However, they did not do so. For the shadows in life, they all bravely pursue the light, dare to challenge themselves and keep running. They can be described as "not afraid of clouds to cover their eyes", dare to break through the thorny road, break through the layers of obstacles, and swear not to stop until they reach their goals, and finally write their brilliant lives.
Tagore once said: "Only through hellish tempering can we cultivate the power to create heaven;" Only bloody fingers can play the swan song of the world. "Yes, which one is natural success and which one is free?
Since we have chosen to continue studying and exercising in the ocean of learning, we must persist and run. Because I have no reason to give up and I can't give up. The past is like the clouds of the past, so it has passed mercilessly. No matter whether the past is good or bad, whether it is hard work or a waste of time, it is the past in short.
Now, what I can and must do is to be a runner who dares to challenge, keep running on the tortuous road of difficulties and obstacles, and strive for a satisfactory return in the college entrance examination.
Looking back on yesterday, passion and sweat walked together, and struggle and life were together; Grasp today, diligence and hard work go hand in hand, and struggle and development coexist; Looking forward to tomorrow, opportunities and challenges go hand in hand, and hope and success are together. From now on, we should become brave runners, fight against ourselves, show ourselves and finally achieve our goals in life!
Although success does not always belong to those who run, those who don't run always fail!
Running in the wind and rain, children without umbrellas should run hard!
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Smiling sunshine boy
He lost his father at the age of four, and his mother was seriously ill in bed soon after. The burden of the whole family is on his emaciated body. At first, he cried, too, and the tears were indisputable. Looking at the same skinny mother's face and bloodshot and sad eyes in the hospital bed, he suddenly grew up and stopped crying, but left his face and comfort in the vegetable market to pick up leaves to maintain his life. Through hard work, I achieved better results than my peers and got back one award after another. Facing the hardships of life, he stopped crying and smiled. He is the sunshine boy-Zhang Xiao.
A strong man is running with an umbrella.
He lived as an artist since he was a child, and made unremitting efforts to maintain his life rain or shine. For more than ten years, even if it rains heavily, he will go back and perform hard. After a heavy rain and a high fever, he struggled out of bed, tried to keep smiling step by step and entered the performance stage. Even if he was dizzy, he just frowned, gritted his teeth and continued to perform hard. For the sake of career, no matter how hard and tired, he said, "children without umbrellas have to run hard!" " "Because of suffering, I know how to go forward desperately. He is the popular comic actor-Degang Guo.
A girl running silently
After a serious illness at the age of two, she began to live in a quiet world. The terrible silence around her once made her afraid, painful and helpless ... However, after all kinds of hardships, this fragile heart has learned to persist, and she began to dance with her beautiful and amazing dance, showing her deep love for life ... She was calm, quiet and confident, leading the dance in the amazing Guanyin in the Spring Festival Evening.
It turns out that you can run very fast with pain and fly freely without wings. It will happen for inner pursuit and miracle. ...
When it comes to the word "growth", 100 people will have a hundred views: some people say it is a vision and expectation for the future; Some people say that it is the peak of climbing success; Some people say that it is the infinite optimism that sunflowers will shine forever. But I think "growth" means an experience, a feeling and a transformation.
Learning-pursuing dreams
As a student, who doesn't expect a better tomorrow? For the paradise in my heart, how many cold window nights have been left with thick reference books. A series of profound calculus problems stood in front of me, English words that were difficult to remember stood at my feet, and complicated classical Chinese stood in front of me ... Faced with the teacher's inculcation, my parents' bitterness, my eyes were full of blood-red low-grade papers ... I realized that I should work hard! I know very well that "there is a road to diligence in Shushan, and there is no end to learning from the sea." Only by working hard can we succeed. So I calmed down and solved the problem bit by bit; Bow your head and recite the words one by one; Open the book and translate the ancient Chinese word for word.
For "learning", I understand that today's efforts are all for the beauty of tomorrow. In hard days, you can't choose comfort. So, I chose to struggle.
Labor feels life
That day, in my uncle's shop, I suddenly became interested in selling hydrogen balloons. So, I took a hydrogen balloon and set off for the market with confidence. In the crowded crowd, I seem to be the most conspicuous. Everyone who passes by me will look at me, which makes my face very hot, but I will be fine when I get used to it. Soon, a handsome uncle bought six of the most expensive hydrogen balloons without asking the price. When I received the first money, I felt indescribable joy and excitement. Then, business got better and better. Every time I see children, I will deliberately show them hydrogen balloons, and children will be attracted. Before you know it, it's almost noon, and the smelly sweat in the crowded crowd is getting thicker and thicker. Look at my hand, there are only three hydrogen balloons left. I said to myself, "bear with it any longer, it will be sold out soon." After a while, an aunt came to buy it, but she thought it was too expensive. I thought to myself: forget it, sell it to her for 20 yuan, and then I can go home. After the task was completed, I bought a glass of juice and took a sip on my way home. This wonderful feeling is really cool.
As for "labor", I understand that only by willing to pay can we taste the sweetness of the fruit.
Friendship-true feelings are priceless.
I have a very good friend in my class. We had a heated argument about a good stool. From that day on, we changed from friends to enemies. Everywhere, no one is restless. Finally, one day, I tried to resolve this contradiction with "true feelings". I stopped arguing with him, but chose to be patient and give her that good stool. We talked calmly once, and the contradiction between us was solved.
For "friendship", I understand that how you treat others will naturally be treated in the same way. More tolerance, less care, the true feelings will last forever.
I seem to have grown a lot after experiencing all kinds of challenges on my way to growth. But I know very well that there is no end to the road to growth. Only struggle and hard work will make the road to growth wider and wider.
On a cold winter morning, a large number of magnificent ziyun are floating in the rose-red sky. It's still early, and the sky is still unclear, but the light of the cold and white crescent moon is enough to see the shadow of two people running in tandem in the distance.
"Step, step ..." Running on the sidewalk by the side of the road, the cold wind rolled, and I couldn't help narrowing my eyes and trying to distinguish the road ahead. The sky is getting as white as a fish's belly, revealing a few faint rays of light and lazily reflecting a few clouds. "Yawn-"I finally couldn't help yawning, slowed down and gradually fell behind. You ran in front, as if you were aware, turned around and stopped at the same place, waved to me from a distance, combined with the disappearing crescent moon to form a solidified picture, and gradually overlapped with the picture in your memory to become another similar picture.
As if it were a few days ago in the morning, the ignorant sky heralded the dawn. You stand where you are, turn around far away and wave to me. I tried to keep running, but my legs were still sore and numb, so I squatted on the ground and rubbed my sore legs. Ziyun, like a large area of blood stasis, is covered with latosolic red sky, with a pig iron-like Leng Yue hanging inside. You waited for a while and saw that I was still sitting in the same place. You turned and squatted next to me and said helplessly, "You can't hold on."
"Just taking a break." I retorted unconvinced
"No," your look suddenly became serious. "You need to persevere, not rely on a whim." I was silent, as if there were many fine needles stabbing gently on my back. "Think for yourself!" You sighed, stood up and ran away slowly. "Wait-"I suddenly remembered something, stood up, gritted my teeth and ran forward. You are confused, and then you run forward. There is a silvery white moon hanging in the western sky, which is not very bright but enough to illuminate the road ahead.
"Come on, what are you doing?" Your voice comes from the cold wind. Look up, you are waving to me. I smiled apologetically in your direction and ran forward at once. In the twilight, you nod, turn around and continue to run forward, and your back is blurred in the dusk. Large areas of Ziyun were blown away by the wind, and the morning light spilled all over the sky. Reflect bright yellow light before your eyes.
There are a few thin clouds floating in the gray-blue sky, and the sky turns bright. The sunshine is clear, clearly reflecting the shadow of two tandem running in the winter in the distance.
The mountains in the distance are shallow and deep, flickering and spreading like ink paintings. The afterglow of the sunset is scattered all over the west, and the road is also a faint and sad purples. Only the street lamp still owes me, illuminating me with my pocket and walking alone in the street.
The phone has been waiting for three hours, and the 24 th choice has been notified. My parents and my mobile phone screens are still so dim that no one calls. At that time, I rushed out of the house and walked alone in the cold street, crying. My heart is full of infinite loss, which makes me breathless. Walking, my mind recalled the scenes of the 24th battle, and my heart actually ignited a raging flame.
Every morning, I play every formula back and forth in my mind. Discriminant, radical, square difference, cubic sum, double radical ... they actually form a melody, which often haunts my ears. When you talk to your parents, as soon as you open your mouth, you blurt out a series of complicated formulas.
After dinner, I grabbed my coat and ran to the classroom. I sat down in my seat in a hurry. The pen tip is like an ice skate, and the paper is like an ice rink. Holding a pen in hand is like dancing lightly, chasing an invisible iceman and flying all the time on the "ice". After a while, the paper was crowded with steps. When I make an appointment, I shuttle between English and Chinese classrooms. I wish I had the ability to walk through walls. I wish I could put wings on my back, so that I could quickly find other teachers to answer questions. Seeing me panting, teachers always say, "slow down, slow down, walk over." But I shook my head desperately out of breath and answered them, "No, no, others are running, I can't be left behind by them!" " "Then he ran to the next classroom.
Fun running, I like to put a computer in my head and run step by step to get answers. After a few laps, the problems that I couldn't solve were also handled clearly, as if I had encountered a problem at my feet.
In this way, I raced against time under the desk lamp, between classrooms, on the paper, and chased me with myself and others desperately for fear of being left behind. These traces of running have not been erased because of losing the election, but they are more profound and meaningful. I ran home and fell asleep, ready for a new beginning.
Now sitting in the examination room, I am also running with my classmates. The sunshine outside the window is so bright and warm; The sun shines on the paper and into my heart. Losing the election does not mean failure; Wrestling at the starting line doesn't mean you can't cross the finish line first: just stand up, dust yourself off, run ahead and constantly surpass yourself, and you can cross the successful finish line. The sun sets, but it can become a new red sun. On the eastern horizon, the Ran Ran rises and illuminates the earth. We should also dry our tears, stride forward, and keep running forward towards the senior high school entrance examination for ourselves and our dreams.
I don't know how many times I put down my pen. I rubbed my eyes a little irritably, tore off the picture on the drawing board and threw it into the trash can.
It's been almost two weeks since my teacher asked me to take part in that painting competition, and I haven't been able to draw a painting that satisfies my teacher. Even a few days ago, my teacher severely criticized me, saying that I had regressed, and I certainly didn't practice well during this time.
Didn't I work hard for my goal? I sighed. The afternoon sun shone into my room from the window, which plated the drawing board with gold, but my mood was not so bright. The traffic on the street is endless, people come and go, and they are in a hurry. It seems that everyone has their own things to do. Time has slipped away in my daze again. I quickly looked back and picked up the pen again, but I didn't know what to draw.
Forced by the passage of time, I picked up a pen and started a new creation. But my inspiration seems to have run out, and I can't draw works that satisfy me. Obviously, this painting can't escape the fate of being crumpled up by me and stuffed into the trash can.
I scratched my hair and suddenly remembered what the teacher had said to me before: "Creation is to draw inspiration from your heart." I don't seem very confused. Maybe I haven't conceived the theme of the painting these days, but I just want to finish a painting quickly. No wonder the teacher felt unqualified.
I figured it out and ran out of the building quickly. This colorful world is all the materials I can use! Wild roses blooming on the street corner; I met a lovely kitten on the street corner; The smiles on the children's faces ... these beautiful things drove away the gloom and unhappiness in my heart bit by bit.
When I came home again and opened the door, I saw the drawing board and brush soaked in the sun. My inspiration came back. I picked up a pencil and quickly drew on the paper. ...
A month later, as my teacher and I expected, my painting got a good ranking, which meant that I was one small step closer to my dream.
Everyone in this world is running for a goal, and I am no exception. I have been running for myself with a paintbrush, and I will run unswervingly and never stop.
On this day, the prairie wild horse family welcomed a new member. A pony was born. When the pony first saw the prairie, its four legs trembled and stood up. After a while, it fell down. The miserable pony screamed. He couldn't help looking at his mother and wanted her to help him. But her mother didn't move at all, so the pony had to stand up by herself.
He walked up and down curiously with small steps. At this moment, he saw his mother running on the grassland. Speed really scared him, but it also stimulated him. He also spread his hooves and ran away. Unexpectedly, I fell down without running a few steps. He tried several times. Pony gave up, because he felt that he could not run, and he was very sad.
On this day, there is a pony race on the grassland. The pony was afraid because he knew he couldn't run, but his mother insisted on letting him participate, so he had to have the cheek to participate. The game started, and as expected, he fell to the ground before he ran far. He is afraid, and now he doesn't know what to do. At this time, his mother said, don't be afraid, just run. Hearing this, the pony ran away again.
The wind has been echoing in my ears, and this is the feeling of running. After falling for ten times, the pony finally ran away. This feeling is really beautiful. How easy it is to learn to run.