Spring has quietly arrived, hibernating animals poked their heads out to appreciate the first touch of spring Zhu Yan, grasses also welcome the cold spring breeze sprouting, only that piece of the lotus pond, why is there still residual sleep?
I frowned and asked: "Lotus ah, why not germinate? Are you still immersed in the sleep of winter?"
The spring wind rolled away a withered leaf of the lotus flower, and the lotus flower only stood silent, seemingly in contemplation of something, seemingly waiting for something.
I yelled angrily to the lotus, "Then let you slumber, lazy one!"
I turned away, leaving the lotus flower alone in the spring.
The orchards bloomed and the wheat fields were green. As soon as spring is at its ripest, the birds show off their crisp singing voices, and the delicate flowers spit out their fragrances. The lotus is still silent, only a touch of green between the leaves.
I looked at the colorless lotus pond mockingly smiled, now only know the awakening, is not too late?
The lotus always remain silent, only in the heart slowly stretch his life.
The sun is already shining high, and the robins are chattering vigorously. The flowers and grasses that were so colorful in the spring are now all hiking their heads.
The birds were quiet at home, watching the moisture rise from the fields.
A tinge of regret rises in my heart that it is past the prime of bloom. The lotus had probably already fallen asleep in the bright sun.
A fresh breeze, but there is the fragrance of the lotus flowers! I raised my eyes to look at the lotus pond, a blue ten thousand green. The red lotus like a saint like standing in the lotus pond, it is the Maundy and not demon saint ah! In the face of my surprise, it will smile, turquoise leaves in the breeze together, it dances in the wind that newborn posture for others do not have.
I was moved to tears. It turns out that precious things always need to grow slowly. I am really ashamed of my own ridicule of the lotus. The beauty of the lotus flower is the real beauty.
Not all beauty blossoms in that comfortable season of spring, and only those weak and delicate flowers and grasses are enamored of spring. And those who endure the storm and loneliness of life ah, to fight with the scorching sun, to show that precious beauty.
2....... every time in the wandering lonely strong, every time even if it is very hurt also do not flash tears, I know that I have always had a pair of invisible wings, accompanied by me to fly, fly through the despair ...... I finally see all the dreams are blooming, chasing the young song How loud and clear, I finally soar with the heart to gaze not afraid, where the wind will fly as far as possible ......
--Title
I am a melancholy child, I have always hoped, and have always thought that I am very strong, I have always tried very hard to laugh at every day, I smiled in the mirror over and over again every day, the corners of my mouth made to rise in what looked like an arc, but for some reason, I cried when I smiled and laughed. I grew up in a prudent home and a fine physical environment, clean on the outside, good grades, I had lots and lots of toys, I had plenty of change to spend, but, inside, I was still empty, and I couldn't tell you why.
The campus erected a "midterm countdown sign", standing in front of the "midterm countdown sign", I suddenly a little sad, have a kind of want to cry, after all, "junior high school are ready to pass, junior high school will be far away? After all, "If I'm ready for the second year, how far can the third year be?" I feel like a lost child, wandering in a black city, the black ah, so dark that I can not see the fingers, I stumbled forward, constantly groping, thinking, should be to the left or to the right. I was thinking, thinking, thinking, and a summer passed, but my grades were as sudden as a dewdrop rolling down from a lotus leaf. It hurts, it really hurts, of course, this is my parents think so, I never thought my grades were falling, my grades are just so mediocre, ordinary
But my parents, on the grounds of affecting my grades, ran to the school to find the teacher and demanded that I be removed from my position as class officer. I didn't say anything, and I couldn't do anything to fight back, I could only keep reading, reading, and venting my sorrows into another mysterious land - a land where there was no sorrow, and no one to cry to, and where I could sing aloud for my own dreams.
So in those melancholy days I kept searching, searching for a joy that would fill my wounds and dissolve my sorrows.
So, in those dark days, I always looked up at the sky with the same lonely posture, half squinting my eyes, looking at the high, unattainable sun, and they said, "Looking up at the sky is the happiest posture, and also the loneliest posture." I kept my eyes open like that until I was stung by the sun, until the tears flowed down little by little. I smiled and said faintly in the astonished eyes of others, "It's nothing, the sun is too harsh, so my eyes are 'sweating'." Turning around, I quietly wiped away my tears. Only I know, I, cried. I like the calm night, I will get up in the middle of the night, sit on the floor, back against the cold wall, report knee reminiscent of the past that can not be recalled, I thought this is a kind of romance, in the end only to realize that this is just a kind of simple loneliness. I would have nightmares all the time, I would suddenly wake up crying in my dreams or be awakened by them, and I would wait from midnight until dawn because I suddenly wanted to see the dawn, and I would fall into a deep sleep when a little red appeared in the east. On that occasion, my father yelled at me, "You have disappointed me! I no longer have any hope for you!" I was speechless, I began to become non-argumentative, perhaps I had really fallen from an angel to a devil. Heh, scold me, scold me, when you guys add up all my mistakes, I become a bad boy.
"If you don't explode in silence, you die in silence." I could no longer afford to shout such a slogan, and under the torment of the cruel reality, I could no longer explode, and even less could I cry. All I was waiting for was a judgment from death to decide whether my future days would be sad or happy.
I remember a story like this, a father took his son to the park to play, the father pointed to the two rows of trees just planted and asked his son: "These two rows of trees enjoy the same sunshine, rain, but why one row of trees is so tall, the other row is so short? When the boy could not answer, the father said, "You should know that precious things always grow slowly." This poetic language, like a ray of sunshine, penetrated my mind at once, and at that moment, I saw hope, so I began to work hard, work hard, and never give up ...... "Precious things always grow slowly." This sentence, as if like a pointing point, opened my two veins, so that I was once again hot and surging. That night, I made a wish to the fireworks like shooting stars, then I felt hope in front of me for the first time, she smiled at me and reached out her hand, softly called my name in my ear, so firm, how strong this feeling, I heard the blood in my body flow "rustling" sound, I heard the heart "thumping". I heard the sound of my heart pounding, stronger than any other time, in that dark world, I suddenly saw a ray of sunshine, I no longer struggle to think, whether to go left or right, I know, as long as there is sunshine towards the place to go, someday, I will have happiness, I will see hope!
The beautiful bird can't bear to break her wings even if she can't fly farther, because she believes that one day, she can embrace the blue sky and her dreams! It may lose its way for a while, but will it miss the
moon if it misses the sun?
Yes, I am precious, I am precious to me, time is too late for me to grow faster, I just need to, strutting, walking on the road that belongs to myself. Just realized that the answer about the dream has always been in the palm of their own hands, trying to catch a meter of sunshine, planting hope in their own hearts. Only you can make yourself shine, only you can make yourself shine ......
3. Precious things always grow slowly
In the neighborhood, there are ginkgo trees as well as aspens, planted at the same time, enjoying the same soil and water, the same sunshine. But later, there is a different phenomenon: the aspen tree grows very tall, while the ginkgo is born short.
I stared at the thought, and then slightly smiled, nature is very wonderful, it will let us realize many truths through various ways: the precious things always grow slowly.
Yes, isn't the popular pearl growing slowly inside the clam? Doesn't that precious ivory grow day by day? Our nature is telling all living things, a lot of precious things can not be quick, if you do not listen to advice, against the laws of nature, it will no longer be precious, and even let you can not find the feeling. Even we often eat not precious eggs have lost their original flavor, not to mention that the chicken stewed out of the chicken meat and chicken soup!
And so many people are unconsciously pursuing quick success. Look at our masterpieces: land chickens, ducks, geese and other birds how obedient to humans, but people think they are fewer in number, rely on artificial reproduction in large quantities, the dark night to give them electric lighting, so that they keep eating, and even hope that they keep laying eggs, can not wait for the night to form to sell money. But what's the result? The flavor has changed. The water is not the same? Quickly made fish and shrimp can still taste the original flavor? And the red tomatoes, winter watermelon and other greenhouses so many not natural wind and sun on the fast-growing vegetables and fruits, or are they?
The number is more, the head is big, but the feeling is not right. People like wild food, like domesticated, like the original ecological, like to return to nature, why? Isn't it because those wild plants and animals have been following the laws of nature without quick fixes?
Isn't the same true for people? But why are so many people still willing to let their children "fast"? Whether the child has that kind of talent or not, they want to let him in childhood fashion the whole life can accommodate everything, even if the child in some aspects of the quick success, but their psychological? What about their psyche? What about their life and everything else? Maybe they can't keep up with normal people? What is the point of such a cost?
So many people understand the truth but make mistakes in life, like our ten minutes of recess, why can't we give it to the kids in its entirety? Some teachers can drag nine minutes ten or even simply do not end the class, looking at the poor children and no one to control this phenomenon, feel that they are not as good as the sunshine of the small pets, because they lost the freedom they deserve, like being raised by mankind, birds, endlessly being driven to "lay eggs".
Precious things always grow slowly, but the children's life is not precious?
4.
Hurt or happy.
I remember a story like this, a father took his son to the park to play, the father pointed to two rows of freshly planted trees and asked his son: "These two rows of trees enjoy the same sunshine, rain, but why is one row of trees so tall, and the other row is so short? When the boy could not answer, the father said, "You should know that precious things always grow slowly." This poetic language, like a ray of sunshine, penetrated my mind at once, and at that moment, I saw hope, so I began to work hard, work hard, and never give up ...... "Precious things always grow slowly." This sentence, as if like a pointing point, opened my two veins, so that I was once again hot and surging. That night, I made a wish to the fireworks like shooting stars, then I felt hope in front of me for the first time, she smiled at me and reached out her hand, softly called my name in my ear, so firm, how strong this feeling, I heard the blood in my body flow "rustling" sound, I heard the heart "thumping". I heard the sound of my heart pounding, stronger than any other time, in that dark world, I suddenly saw a ray of sunshine, I no longer struggle to think, whether to go left or right, I know, as long as there is sunshine towards the place to go, someday, I will have happiness, I will see hope!
The beautiful bird can't bear to break her wings even if she can't fly farther, because she believes that one day, she can embrace the blue sky and her dreams! It may be lost for a while, but will it miss the moon if it misses the sun?
Yes, I am precious, I am precious to me, time is too late for me to grow faster, I just need to, strutting, walking on the road that belongs to myself. Just realized that the answer about the dream has always been in the palm of their own hands, trying to catch a meter of Yang
5. Never give up, I was born like a summer flower
Like a shockingly short, open in front of your eyes.
--Title
For my own dream, I chose music; for my own interest, I chose music; to prove myself, I chose music. This is my belief.
In that hot summer, I chose the path I was going to take, gave up the advice of my friends and family, and came to a new school to start a new life without any hesitation.
Mom told me to be responsible for my own choices. Facing the future, I relied on my faith to win a race.
After a very long time in art class and then back to school, learning was not as much of a blessing as I thought it would be. Going to class, getting out of class, doing homework, they seemed to be all I had. For the first time I felt that learning English turned out to be so tiring, and that math turned out to be so difficult. So I had many firsts: the first time I failed history, the first time I didn't fill the class average in English, the first time I dragged my feet in language ...... What's even more scary is math, every time I was nervous as if I was going to war, the paper was sent down, I always tucked it into the innermost part of my desk, I was afraid that people would see the very ugly scores above me. I was afraid that people would see my ugly score. When I saw other people's nearly perfect scores, my heart was filled with bitterness, astringency, and tears, but I never cried, because life doesn't believe in tears, and more tears can't be exchanged for a very good math test paper. This is the only belief I have left.
No one told me how to do well in math without any effort, I had to rely on myself.
The heat of summer is still lingering, and sometimes I look up and see a big tree outside my window, full of fiery red flowers, that red color is like a strong beating heart, storing up power, and at the right time, she will explode. Every time this happens, I continue to keep my head down to study, I can't live without faith. When Churchill was asked about the secret of success, he said, "First, don't give up; second, never give up; third, never, never give up." I know that for every man who walks the road, the more times he gives up, the less the scenery becomes.
I will never give up on difficulties, I will never give up on twists and turns, I will never give up on music, I will never give up on math, I will never give up on English, I want to be well-rounded in all classes!
It's exam time again, and I'm a lot calmer. Sitting in the exam room, I quietly received my test papers, quietly worked on them, and quietly checked them. The numbers didn't seem so scary anymore, the statements didn't seem so obscure, and I seemed to know how to do the questions.
The moment the papers were handed out, I almost cried because I had a score I had been waiting for.
I lifted my head and looked out the window, and the flowers on that tree were even more ardent, exuberant and confident in the lingering heat of late summer. It turned out that I had always had such a tree in my heart, and the flower was faith, which bore the fruit of success.
Never give up, she I was born like a summer flower.
6. finch-fish-seagull
I, a seagull, a seagull that lives on sea fish.
They, a flock of gray finches, a flock of gray finches that also live on sea fish.
The sun was halfway up the hill by the slender man, and my mates and I were ready to go out and forage for food.
When we got to the beach, I realized that the grey finches had come before us. But to fill our bellies, we had to forage with the gray finches.
Fighting with the gray finches is really hard for us seagulls. We have huge bodies and move clumsily, while they are small and agile. Finally, a wave hit and a few small seafish were lifted onto the beach. I exclaimed with joy, "Now we can have a full meal." When it was too late, it was too soon, I saw a black shadow flashing by, it was the little gray sparrow again, it took our mouth-watering sea fish, turned his head and said contemptuously, "Big brother seagulls, haven't chased the fish ah, why don't you just go home, we'll give you a few every day in the future." After saying that he walked away with a few loud laughs. I didn't retort, I always blame myself for being so stupid.
Until dark, I didn't catch a single fish, I was so hungry that I had no choice but to eat the rest of the little gray sparrow's fish, and we ate it with patience, only to hear a few laughs from the distant woods, with a touch of contempt.
The next day, I didn't go to catch the fish, and only hoped that the little gray finch would fulfill its promise. It was almost dark when a flock of little gray finches came to my house and threw a few fish in front of me, "Eat up, here's the fish you asked for." There was another sneer. I didn't know what to say, except to stuff the fish into my mouth piece by piece, always with a bad taste in my mouth. They walk away, another round of laughter. I was in the house, as if I was locked in a large metal cage, the bars around me smothering me. I finished the fish anyway, in order to survive.
When I went fishing again, my companions looked at me with sympathy and pity, while the gray finches sneered at me, and I dared not face it, still catching nothing. I felt determined to leave the place and escape their scorn and unkind sympathy.
Mom and Dad agreed, and left me to fly home across the Pacific on my own.
I went there, and Grayfinch followed close behind. I finally flew across the Pacific Ocean and got home. It was only at last that I realized that the gray finches were nowhere to be found; it turned out that they had died one after another on the way.
In the evening, I told my mom and dad about these experiences, and my mom cried heartily, really sadly.
Dad pulled me to the beach and said to me: "My son, although the gray finch can catch fish and you can't, you are the one who can really fly across the sea, as long as you work hard to learn the art of fishing, you will surely become a good fisherman. For precious things grow slowly."
We all laughed and laughed loudly!
7. Dad also has the "lucky three treasures"
Grandma often nagged me, your father in the eyes of your mother is a "grass".
Daddy is really a sheep in front of mom, and he is very obedient. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of this, but I'd like to be a part of it, and I'd like to be a part of it. Dad was chatting with someone, mom roared, dad actually obediently went back. Once Dad was drinking with someone, Mom went up to him and pulled his ear, and he was dragged into the house. The village people have a big discussion, as long as the father as soon as the scene, people say, this discussion of the big things you can not make the decision, it is better to invite your family to come. Dad really called mom. Dad became a famous "would be sorry" in the village.
Mom was very proud to be able to control Dad, and she was very proud of herself.
Till one day mom whispered in dad's ear about grandma's faults. The father's eyes red, a roar, want to know why I do not beat you? Because of my mother. My mother's life is not easy, my father's temperament, the slightest upset, open-mouthed scolding raised his hand to fight, my father broke the arm thick stick, breaking the chair. My mother for us a few children, but even stayed up for a lifetime. Every time I see my mother beaten, I swear, I married a daughter-in-law will never stab her a finger, must love her for life.
When I came back from school, my grandmother was chattering to me about the "war" between my mother and father.
I was shocked to hear that my father's heart was so wide open.
Dad outside again with the people God blowing sea drink, mom did not yell and no longer tugging ears, and will even bring a bowl of water handed to dad. The neighbors are very surprised, some people asked mom, mom smiled but did not answer. Someone asked dad, dad also smiled but did not answer. I also can not help but ask Dad, Dad said to me in a serious manner: "You, your mother, your grandmother, is my life 'auspicious three treasures', are worth my slowly to love ah."
Slowly to love the treasures in life, Dad's poetic language, like a ray of sunshine, instantly illuminated my heart.
8. Searching for the most precious thing in life
Nowadays, many things have faded into oblivion, but the period of hospitalization is forever fixed in the depths of my memory. It was one of the grayest times of my life. When the relatives who sent me away gradually left, I was alone to face that unfamiliar environment, loneliness and isolation surrounded me at once. The longing for my loved ones made me taste the pain of separation, the anxious waiting before the operation and the bone-deep pain during the operation made me feel unprecedented fear and despair. ...... Of course, I also gained a lot of things during that period of time: getting along with my fellow patients let me know what it means to feel sorry for each other, and what it means to have friendship in the midst of difficulties; Under the careful care and attention of my mother, I understood that love is no longer words, but more of a silent payment. ......
Remembered a writer once said a paragraph: sick, miss the days of not sick, sick, but also miss the time of light disease. Yes, many times, we don't know what we really want. We always search hard for the so-called happiness, but what is happiness? We have never seriously thought about it. We think that happiness is money, so in order to money every day non-stop running, but when we really have money, only to find that in fact we have long been reduced to a slave of money. We think that happiness is to have the power and status that everyone envies, so we learned to look at the face of the leader, racking our brains to guess the intentions of the leader, when we really have the power and status, and then found that this is not what we really want to live. Don't go after what happiness is, happiness is actually very simple, and don't go searching for it again, in fact, it's right beside us, you can say that it's within reach.
So, treat your body well, it is our closest partner, you have everything to create all the prerequisites. At the same time also treat your friends and relatives, they are your life on the road indispensable spiritual dependence. Let us all learn to cherish, learn to be grateful for life, grateful for life, including life brings us all the joy and pain.
May everyone find the most precious things in their lives!
9.
The Internet has changed my life
Chongqing Candidates
The Internet is developing rapidly nowadays. In the days to come, computer networks may help human beings do more work. But who has ever thought what kind of crisis they will bring to us?
--Title
Good pleasant weather, blue sky occasionally drifted through a few white clouds, as the wind gently flicked the veil, let a person feel comfortable. The air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, as if in a dream world, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
A little while later, the restless laptop called out, I opened it, the screen showed a few big words: October 17, 3000 A.D. Welcome, my master!
I was startled at first, then slowly came back to my senses and walked forward to see what this place was. There were flowers and trees all along the way, and in the grass, from time to time, some red-haired "humans" appeared, with surprisingly large heads and big hands, only their feet were much smaller than mine. They were walking around aimlessly, as if they were soulless shells. I called out to them, but none of them answered.
At the end of the forested path was a fountain with a little girl about my age sitting next to it, I went up to greet her and she looked back in surprise as if she understood me, but didn't say a word.
When I was here to draw a picture for a while, she pulled me to run and run, straight to a broken house, I went into the house, the house is full of cobwebs and waste paper, in an inconspicuous corner, I saw a 21st century computer. The paper-thick dust lay on top of it, making it very old．
The little girl pulled me toward the inside again, only to see an old man sitting under an oil lamp, his hair was white and his dull eyes suddenly lit up and asked me, "Where do you come from?"
"I come from the past." I asked, "Why is this place like this, and what happened to those people?"
"The internet, it's all because of the internet." The old man said very calmly, but showed a hint of exasperation.
"The internet? No way! That's the crystallization of people's high technology!"
"Ugh!" The old man sighed and added, "That's right, the internet is the crystallization of high technology. But it is also the network that harms, the network makes it easy for people to communicate, which degrades the human language ability, the network makes it possible for humans to learn without leaving their homes, that's why humans turn into monsters with developed heads and hands but small feet."
"Ah! What about the internet? What about computers? Why don't I see one?"
"About a few hundred years ago, when the internet spread all over the world, a man who knew a lot about the internet wanted to use it to control all of humanity. So he sent out a virus on the internet - Solar Wind. Just in just 3 hours all the world's networks went down, the electricity was gone, and mankind's high-tech civilization disappeared." The old man said dropping tears.
A little while later he went on to say, "Human beings also became vegetative due to this virus, today, only a few some people regained their sanity, back then the person who put the virus was very regretful, that person ...... that person is me!" Said the old man's eyes flashed with a strange light, as if an ancient ghost. Then there was a series of horrible laughter.
The little girl pulled me outside and ran all the way back to the fountain, where the weather was still so beautiful, and my heart was unusually heavy. I want to get away from the ghost, away from these red-haired "monsters".
Thinking about it, I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was already back in my world, my time. I was so scared to see the computer in front of me that I suddenly felt very scared.
The network, bring me a lot, but I hope it brings us is the development of society, is the progress of science and technology, is the richness of knowledge, is the improvement of efficiency, rather than a quagmire, a shell without a soul
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