Light up the lamp of the heart, it will tell you the right direction; light up the lamp of the heart, it will tell you the way forward; light up the lamp of the heart, it will also tell you that there are a lot of thorns on the road.
Light up the lamp of the soul, I seem to see Beethoven's eyes thirsty for hearing, as if to see Helen. Keller's disillusioned body, despite all the misfortunes fell within their shoulders casserole, but they did not abandon the world as a general overriding ambition, but actively to light up the lamp of the soul, and from then on Beethoven had to fight with destiny to the end of the Destiny. Helen. Keller has a shocking "If you give me three days of light" of hope. Behind their success, all in the struggle, the struggle is to light the lamp of the mind ah!
Lighting the lamp of the soul is not to light up hope?
The moonlight is always hazy in the night of hope, the sun always rises in the morning of hope, and people always start their own struggle in the place of hope.
If Confucius extinguished the lamp of the heart in the case of lack of food and rice, then the Spring and Autumn Annals would not have been passed down to the world; if Xibeomei gave up the opportunity to light up the lamp of the heart under the lustful threat of the king of Chu, then the "Zhouyi" may not be known; if Sun Bin blew out the lamp of the heart in the absence of a kneecap, then the Art of War which is now the reigning king of the business world may have long since been put into the ground. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Lighting the lamp of the soul is not to give birth to the lamentation of the rise and fall of the ages, we light the lamp of the soul, is to learn the kind of flowers, "the flowers are not heartless things, into the mud of the spring is more protective of the flowers" spirit of dedication; it is to have "the long wind will sometimes break the waves, hanging straight from the cloud sails send The belief that "the long wind will sometimes break the waves, hanging straight from the clouds and send the sea"; more Tagore "life as bright as spring flowers, death as the quiet beauty of the autumn leaves," temperament.
After the rest of the great movement, it is the accumulation and surge of power, and after this short pause, it will be the whole chapter of the essence of the outbreak. Life is like a movement, the rest does not mean that the bottomless darkness after the end of the road, but the haze before the dawn, let us light up the soul of the lamp, shine away the haze, bravely go forward.
When I was a child, we said the most ideal, is to be a scientist, because we think that scientists symbolize the infinite wisdom. After some growth in my age, I again hope that I am a teacher, because teachers are worthy of letting people learn and respect essay about light
Ideal, is that lamp for us! Lighting the lamp of ideal, we have the > courage to move forward. Then the wind,
The rain, we can face the wind and rain forward. In the long road of life, we will lose a lot of things, but I always hold the ideal tightly in the arms, stick in the heart.
Now I am gradually growing up, > my ideal is also more and more clear and bright. For life, everyone has a different pursuit, the ideal does not have to be great. I hope that I can excel in my position, and do my best to repay my parents for the hard work they have done for me, and give them a better life. I want my family to be proud and >happy because of my success. > This is my ideal, very ordinary, but not humble.
Only by struggling, only by striving, the lamp of the ideal will light up with brilliant colors, which can not only illuminate yourself, but also > warm others. Children living in our age, all know the ugly duckling > story, into a swan is the need to be how strong persistence and effort, there is nothing easy to be able to difficult to us! I will fight to the end to realize the ideal, and then more twists and turns and pain can not stop me from moving forward. No one's life is smooth sailing, I believe my efforts will be rewarded by fate.
Give yourself a light, when you are on the road of life, can not find the direction of the time, give yourself a light, when you are suffering for a moment of failure, then think of their own ideals, you have the courage to face failure. Give yourself a light, when you are afraid of the darkness ahead and do not dare to move forward, think about the light in your heart, it has always been for you to light
The past light will never come back, I lit a light for the future life, it guides me to struggle and create, no one can help me, in addition to the ideals of the fight, I have no other choice. For me, there is no ideal is equal to no dawn in looking back at those who have fought hard for the ideal, the sense of admiration in my heart, and at the same time more firmly my belief, I want to be like them, with the blood of the heart to pour open the life of the gorgeous flowers.
The road of life, because there is this lamp is no longer dark, life, because there is this lamp and no longer monotonous, and then black, and then far, and then difficult to walk we will not be timid! Our youth will be more wonderful because of the ideal, give yourself a light of that ideal lamp!
When the morning sun penetrates the fog covering the earth, the day begins. The dewdrops attached to the grass are shining brightly because of the sunlight; the trees are bathing in the sunlight, and they look very cozy and comfortable.
I came to the park early to experience the flavor of nature. Ah, what a vibrant scene. The trees on both sides of the wind swaying, then, a leaf floating down, like a dancing green butterfly. The grass under the trees also shook its head because of the wind. Walking to the square, some people were dancing; some people were playing Tai Chi; some people were practicing swords really colorful! However, the most attractive to me is the old grandfather who writes Chinese calligraphy.
Closer to see, the grandfather dressed in blue clothes, high nose on a pair of sunglasses, the table neatly placed "four treasures". Suddenly, an uncle invited the old grandpa to write a "lucky" character for him. He laid the paper flat on the table and then groped the paper with his hand as if he was looking for a point to write. After a while, his hand stopped and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then he began to write. Mr. Lao was very careful and conscientious in writing every vertical and horizontal stroke, as if he had put all his blessings into this character "福". Just as I was absorbed in this scene, suddenly a clear voice brought me back to my senses.
"Mommy, why is that old grandpa wearing those dark glasses?" the little girl pointed at the old grandpa and said innocently. The little girl said innocently, pointing at the old grandfather.
"Daughter, mommy can only tell you that the old grandpa can't see anything."
"Then isn't the old grandpa so poor that he can only live in the dark."
"Maybe."
This conversation between them was not only heard by me, but also by the old grandfather. After he gently put down his pen, he followed the direction of the sound and found them. The old grandfather stroked the little girl's head and said, "Although I can't see anything, I am bright inside. Because I lit the lamp of my heart, it drove me to a wonderful life." At once, applause ran through the entire park. The little girl also seemed to understand and nodded.
Yes, let's light up the lamp of the heart, **** the same towards a wonderful life.
Essay on Light (2): Essay on Sunshine
Essay on Sunshine
Essay on Sunshine Category → Essay Prose Poetry Fiction
List of Essays on Sunshine
Heart Chanting Author: Xin Yang *** 225 reads 2010-12-29 I'm in the extravagance of looking through the blue sky and you'll be waving next to the white clouds. I'm gazing at the starry night sky that is full of stars and you are the brightest one When the night sky is silent in a darkness, I can not find the direction I want to look at the pencil lines simple watercolor or maybe it is the prosperous fingertips choose to tie the entanglement of your thoughts sunshine, but the sun chooses to go through the blue sky of the colorful had also longed for the dream of the clouds, but ...... I
Spring Sunshine, Spring Sunshine, Sunshine Essay By Wu. *** 1495 reads 2009-04-15 The sunlight lengthens the hasty look of the streets of a foreign land Vehicles are crowded and run over the dreams of summer, autumn and winter It seems to be a turnaround Walking in the morning and returning at night Gently the wind blew open the clothes of the summer of 2009 I have always thought that the sun only carries a bright It turns out that the sunshine of the spring will also be warm like a flower blossomed and fragrant with the year round of the atrium
Written for me to miss, with miss me missing. Write to my miss, and miss my people Author: Yuan Er *** 3738 people read 2009-04-16 The dazzling sunlight with a hint of maltose sweet breath warmly irradiated on my body, the golden yellow sunlight stained a layer of hazy halo as if riding the sunshine to the beautiful heaven, slowly closed his eyes slightly up face, with the soul to listen to the secret of the flowers bloomed, lowered eyelashes quivering like wings, the lips corners of the innocent smile, the eyes of a woman, and the eyes of a man. The innocent smile on the corner of the lips in memory, memory of the youthful ignorance, memory of the past
Memory of the "star" star Author: a water blue *** 9 people have read 2010-01-19 The fireball like the sun's light penetrated the earth's meridians unscrupulously The notes on the tree branches have not yet weakened nostalgia of the cell is fixed in a number of stars. I remember the glorious stars that have passed away and relive the play that touches my heart but is no longer the same What is trembling, but at this moment I forget what era it is pity, pity,。。。。。.
Holding a hand of sunshine to warm the smile By Shen Zhou *** 3990 reads 2010-06-28 Think of Alan Tam's "The Most Laughing Man", would like to use one of the lyrics as a conclusion, but also would like to send the lyrics to you like it, to like it yourself: determined to be the most laughing man, to encourage every extraordinary dream!
Broken heart with the wind By: Wandering Wind *** 5936 reads 2009-04-08 Passing feelings, like a handwritten letter, passed around until it falls into the hands of whoever it is; frozen love, like a cup of spirits, waiting for the day of the opening; broken heart with the wind, like a falling leaf, fluttering around, looking forward to a warm embrace. ---------- Preface The campus path, in that quiet section, the sun is like a poor person who is rejected, only a little eye
People on the journey Author: Yixin *** 44 people have read 2010-08-10 Prairie morning Early in the morning to get up, the sun has just come out. The sun's rays make every sheep's body gently covered with a golden aura. Everything in the morning is peaceful and beautiful. The air was moist and fresh. The sky was as blue as a quiet October sea. The meadow, with its sacred atmosphere, shook me at this moment, and I was y mesmerized by it. I forgot in the forest
eleven, eleven, Author: etc., a person *** 873 people have read 2009-05-30 part11, the end, everything is over. I went out alone
Even the sunlight is so blinding. The trees are still yellow, and the wind is still blowing, and at this moment
it's very cold
I'm shivering from the cold. A song comes to mind. The lyrics are so clear, the thought of you
is day after day, lonely me, or not change, do not know why and thought of death
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beige sunshine Author: I follow me *** 761 reads 2009-07-21 Decided to walk on the road there will always be a passer-by
still love, still love, why not a kind of beautiful By Lin Dashu *** 27167 reads 2009-08-26 The sunlight is weak in the morning, near the melon field by the small bridge, the sound of the stream slowly sings. The soft fragrance with the wind quietly swept over the edge of the treetops, will be a few pieces of scattered flowers gently blown down, quietly clinging to the edge of her light-colored skirt, she did not seem to feel the flower pieces of the disturbance, like a deep sleep in the tranquility of the mind there. At this time the red petals embellishment,
Lonely night after parting Author: Xinxing 3 *** 547 people have read 2009-06-30 Another lonely night There is no more talkative sparrow outside the window Only the shadow of the dark fragrance of the moon Sleeping everything makes me lose the life of the excitement and pursuit of the truth of the persistence Lying on the bed, I remembered the time I had been together with you scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene scene I love licking you
Life is like a tree and I want to fall Life is like a tree and I want to fall By: xuexiao *** 2453 reads 2009-08-05 People always get hurt, right? The friends around the network will always tell me
hurt `heartache `want to fall ~ ~ ~ I want to help you
let you see the world there is sunshine! But ........ Why? I can't convince myself? I once wrote in my diary that life is not like a dream
because it's not real ..... Life is not like a puzzle
Because it is too easy to understand .... Life is not like a game of chess
Because
Dandelion Seed By Blue Dot *** 9798 reads 2009-03-26
Warm the warmth of the warmth of the disappearance of the disappearance of the disappearance of the warmth of the warmth of the warmth of the warmth. Forget what should be forgotten, remember what should be remembered. The happiness of the happy, the unfortunate are in happiness and forgetting to pass away. ------- Title At lunchtime, the sun was shining, and I felt very warm. When I passed by the roadside, I saw a dandelion. I remembered the article I read about dandelions when I was little. The name of the article has been forgotten. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a dandelion before, but I'm sure I've never seen a dandelion in my life. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure I've ever seen anything like this before. You may have sighed that it comes and goes in a hurry, and the sunny spring, I pursued
Hurriedly, without a trace. But I trekked through the mountains, in the history of the gold sand sand, looking for its true meaning: the scorching peach blossom;
The summer of the red sun, I pursued the sky lotus leaves infinite blue, reflecting the sun different
The Yellow River style By: yuyumeng yiyi rhyme *** 75 people have read 2008-06-15 You came from the shade of the willows, the spring breeze is your skirt? The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the yellow river, and the second thing you need to do is to get a good look at the yellow river, and the third thing you need to do is to get a good look at the yellow river. Even if we never see each other again in this life, there was once a peach blossom face. The spring breeze of March embraced the speeding train, and you traveled in the space and time of memories. The chrysanthemums of Kaifeng in September red sleeves, the peonies of Luoyang in April
Together we will never regret - Essay on sunshine Together we will never regret Essay on sunshine By: Song of the brook *** 5309 reads 2009-08-18 Warm sunshine kissed our faces, stretched out, ah, dawn, he sat down beside me, and he said. "A sea of people we've been searching for 。。。。。。。" He sold his words, counting the hardships he and his children had gone through to find me. I smiled, in the eyebrow, in the bottom of the heart.
The Sky is the Limit By: Huang Jingyiru *** 103 reads 2008-12-10 The sky, blooming with a melancholy and hazy flowers The heart silently calls out to be transformed into a bubble in the sun The wind swept through the tip of the hair and kissed her cheeks After familiarizing herself with the unfamiliar back, softly, the heart is connected to the hand The heart is still standing there Reaching out and touching it
Who is it? In the slowly approaching, and gradually far away Displacement Hand and heart linked
After forgetting is happy Author: blood that nine-tailed fox *** 0 people read 2010-07-14 Remember XueXiaoYang once told me: when you stood on the edge of the cliff overlooking the cumulative clouds in the rift valley, think of a summer vacation called sunshine drenched white starry sea, and that teenager's innocent smile. You said, "Everyone knows the view below the fault, just that no one has ever been able to jump off. The road to the other world is cut off by a thick sea of clouds. Ancient Grimoire
Touching article: written for young students, transmitting the teacher's feelings. Author: poets in the moonlight *** 8869 people read 2009-09-20 Outside the window is another sunny morning, the wind in the soft singing
Birds fluttering in the dense woods, not far from the flowers swinging lovely dance, but also floated to the faint fragrance, in such a warm poetic days, my thoughts and feelings slowly sublimated, the heart of the heart there are a lot of words want to say to those dear young students gently. I have many words in my heart that I would like to speak softly to those dear young students. Students, I want to gently tell you about the light of the essay
My troubles By: Tao Ran *** 1216 reads 2010-06-17 I am a seed sleeping in the deep soil, but afraid of the sunlight, afraid of the warmth of the light, the darkness of the departure, I am a bird resting in the depths of the white clouds, but afraid of the sky, afraid of the blue sky, filled with clouds of despair, I am a fish floating in the lake and stream, but afraid of the sea, afraid of the sea, afraid of the sea, afraid of the sea. I am a fish floating in a trickle of lakes and streams, but afraid of the sea, afraid of the wide blue, the melancholy of the passing colors, I am very contradictory and very sad, under the sky, where is the kind of
Willow, willow, fly into the flowers Author: chenshilong *** 97 reads 2008-06-07 The strange scene, is really a strange scene! It is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is like being in a fairy tale world! April's spring light tickle people warm to the heart, the blood seems to boil, so that even the rigid quiet people can not help but to go out when trekking. Compared with last year, this year's spring seems to come a little later, and a little longer. But it is the spring sunshine will always make people can not help themselves
A ray of sunshine Author: Yan Yixue *** 1988 reads 2010-02-10 A simple and fresh poem written in the heart of the depressing.
Years of peace and quiet By: sound of the sea *** 128 reads 2008-06-16 A ray of sunshine through the glass window that has not been cleaned for a long time, falling in carelessly, illuminating this small room.
The original snow-white walls are now colorful, very abstract and exudes an artistic atmosphere. Standing on the wall of the closet hanging a few pieces of clothing, are on the street stalls more than ten dollars a piece of goods. Next to the table on the computer is still open, silent accusations of overnight homework
Afternoon Tea Author: Love Decadence *** 19 people have read 2010-07-27 In the afternoon with warm sunshine, hold a cup of tea, two or three small points, leisurely have a soft mood. Or hold an idle book, must be idle enough, short enough, feel comfortable enough, the picture is beautiful enough, font is big enough, there is a page without a page to turn over, and occasionally look out the window pedestrians walking in a hurry; or and two or three friends, talk about some trivial enough, enough gossip, enough light
Missing Heart Author: Dream *** 1078 reads 2009-08-06 Recently, I always feel that the heart of the empty, there is a kind of inexplicable blue melancholy. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've never had a good time. I often advise people that tomorrow will be a new day, we can bathe in new sunshine, breathe new air, so the old everything should be abandoned, let it turn into dust, start again from the beginning of everything, start a new journey. Unfortunately, I am the last person to do this. I am desperately searching for that which is missing in my heart
Facing Parting By: wutongyu@dancing butterfly *** 3680 reads 2009-05-01
I have no choice but to be helpless without a way out, and then I will go straight ahead all the time and never look back Who is it that supports me? You are my only friend, my best friend, and we have had more than ten years of happy times, and in the face of the imminent parting, I don't know what's in your heart, although sometimes we fight, but also to give me
At that time, the flowers blossomed--Search for essays on sunshine Search for essays on sunshine At that time, the flowers blossomed By Jiang Jiang *** 33 readers 2009-02-10 The tiny dust is the smallest part of your blackboard's childish script. The childish script on your blackboard... It's the sunlight shining on the dancing chalk shavings. I laughed in earnest. And their friendly banter... I don't remember which teacher said we were as happy as dust... I think he or she was a poet... Rainbows are always easily stolen by dark clouds.. So the next day when it suddenly cleared up.. The naughty ones frantically scrambled to count in front of the water mains
The Wall on the Other Side By: Maplewood Evening Rain *** 1056 reads 2009-01-20 The light left on the tip of the tongue and the power inside the raindrops, in the wind and sunshine, passed through my body and soul, and rushed to the original source of love. With the most beautiful hope in my heart, I run away from the direction of time's flow. Returning to the shore of roses, bees and maidens, I realized. The wall of love is an impenetrable wall.
Sadness By Rui'er *** 884 reads 2008-11-22 Understanding Sadness Like the place of sadness Like the beautiful circling of the leaves as they drift away Like the end of the lily as it fades Like the fallen leaves of fall that don't float in the blossoming of the spring flowers Our heart is it
Like the sunshine of summer that doesn't bask in the snow of winter Describing Sadness Like a beautiful poem that's hard to understand
p> Love Poem Appreciation No. 7 By: Flower Fall Spring in *** 19 reads 2008-06-16 Poem: On the hillside, she lies asleep under the shade of a tree The sun, writing on the treetops of the summer sky Transmits a message from the blue sky to the midday The girl, lying asleep under the tree A scythe, thrown to the side of the question mark The cool winds teasing the verdant grasses Holds off the sultry flow of the rhythms. The song that was raised by the brook was carried away by the tits, and she, and
You are not good Author: Boo Boo *** 662 reads 2009-11-30 You are not good The sunlight slipped in quietly from the edge of the window, and you slept quietly like a child Thank you for accompanying me all the way here, so that I feel that there is still a trace of warmth and friendship You are not good The sunlight slipped out of the window from the edge of the window, and the night of December came especially fast Put down the curtains, and I saw the tears from the window. The curtains are down, and I can see the tears slipping from the corners of my eyes.