A child without an umbrella has to run as hard as he can
At the age of twenty-one, he came to Beijing from abroad to learn the art from a
A child without an umbrella has to run as hard as he can
At the age of twenty-one, he came to Beijing from abroad to learn the art from a master, but he met with obstacles all over the place. Soon afterward, he and a few friends set up a small club and made a living by selling their skills on the streets. At that time, he lived in the outskirts of Beijing, more than an hour's drive from the city center. In order to save money, he couldn't even take the bus, and rode his bicycle back and forth every day, spending four or five hours on the trip. But despite this, he has never missed a single lesson or performance.
But fate always seems to play tricks on those who work hard. Failure came again and again, and success became an unattainable goal. One time, he was still practicing as usual until late at night before riding his bicycle home. But he had not ridden far when he suddenly realized that the chain of his bicycle had fallen off. The buses had stopped running on the streets at midnight, and he had no money for a taxi. He had an important performance the next afternoon, so he stomped his feet, gritted his teeth, threw the bike to the side of the road, and walked back to his rented house in the suburbs.
In the rainy season of autumn, he returned to his place dripping wet at dawn, and fell headlong into bed with a high fever, knowing in his heart that he would be in trouble if he continued like this. So, barely support the body, rummage through the box to find a broken pager, to the street to sell more than ten dollars, bought two steamed buns and a few packets of cold medicine, hard to get through.
When he arrived at the performance venue in the afternoon with a yellowish face, his partner was shocked and asked him what happened, and he smiled and said what happened last night. Looking at his haggard face, his partner's tears in the eye sockets, gently patted him on the shoulder, did not say anything, assisted him to walk up to the front stage.
A few years later, Guo Degang has been red through the north and south of the river, a reporter digging out these stories of his year, asked him why he can stick to the present?
He smiled and answered: "My family was poor when I was small, that time. In school as soon as it rained other children stood in the classroom waiting for umbrellas, but I know my family did not have umbrellas ah, so I ran home in the rain, no umbrella children you have to run as hard as you can! Like us, no background, no family, no matter, no money, nothing, you don't work hard, run hard, then what is the point of living?"
You have your own aroma
There was a young man who wanted very much to make something of himself. At first, he always tried to pluck up courage to do everything. However, gradually he lost confidence in himself, and as a result he accomplished nothing. As a result, he felt very inferior.
He visited a successful elder. He hoped to get some insights of success from that elder. After the meeting, he asked the elder this question, "Why is it that other people always succeed in their endeavors, while my endeavors are so bad?"
The elder smiled, shook his head, and asked him in return, "If, right now, I were to send you the word 'aromatic', what would be the first thing that would come to your mind?"
After pondering for a while, the young man replied, "I would think of pastries, and although the pastry store that I opened not long ago has closed down some days ago, I would still think of those aromatic pastries."
The elder nodded and then, took him to visit a zoologist friend. After the meeting, the elder asked the other person the same question.
The zoologist replied, "These two words, first of all, will make me think of the subject under study at the moment - in nature, there are a number of strange animals that use the aroma emanating from their bodies as a bait to catch food."
Afterwards, the elder took him to visit a painter friend and asked the other person the same question.
The painter replied, "These two words remind me of a field of flowers and a dancing maiden. The fragrance that can inspire my creation."
After coming out of the house of that painter friend, the young man still did not understand the elder's intention.
On the way back, the elder took him to visit a rich merchant who had just returned to his home country after living abroad for a long time. During the conversation, the elder asked the other person the same question. The rich businessman who had lived overseas for a long time said with emotion: "These two words remind me of my hometown land. The aroma of my hometown land haunts me."
After bidding farewell to the rich merchant, the elder asked the young man, "Now, you have met a lot of outstanding people. So, do they have the same understanding of 'aroma' as you do?" The young man still shook his head in puzzlement.
The elder continued, "So do they have the same understanding of 'fragrance' as you?"
The young man shook his head again. At this point, the elder laughed, and then said meaningfully, "In fact, in life, each person has a distinctive aroma, you are the same ah, have their own aroma. Why are you not doing as well as others? That's because you're just looking at how others appreciate their own aroma, and you're ignoring your own aroma."
Outside the window
Looking out the viewport of my apartment, I could see a tall hibiscus tree. The red dots in that smoky tree jagged spring day are mesmerizing. It pulls my inspiration, provoke my thoughts, and over time, I even regard this window and stand "neighbor" as a confidant.
However, one morning, I pushed the window and looked, suddenly realized that last night's storm has been peeled it all wrong. Immediately, a kind of "flowers fall out" of the sadness swept over my heart! I can not help but feel the Department of: in the life of the road stumbling, a few setbacks, a few vicissitudes, and time and again lost many of the most beloved friends, life is not like the wind as the flowers are gone?
This matter after some time, also gradually fade away. Once, I came back from the countryside, feel the indoor air is a little dull, it opened the window inadvertently, and suddenly felt a bright: a tree red delphinium into the eyes, it is framed in the background of the setting sun. Unexpected surprises make me almost uncontrollable, I am surprised, at first in the back of the fall, why did not find this budding unyielding life?
Yes, the last petal of the hibiscus withered, people's praise for it is also forgotten in the memory of the past, but the trillium has grown, the flame like brilliant red color to the people to show that the life of the turnover and continuation.
Who can say that loss and gain is not a symphony? _ _ _?
I stood in front of the window for a long time, y realized: life is not a four-time unchanging scenery, as long as the heart is always towards the sun, you will find that every morning there will be a clear and hazy vision in front of your window rotating, rising, the world will always be transmitted with the prelude of hope.
The most ordinary moving
This is a real thing, is an ordinary people write the heroic hymn.
An 85-year-old man, living alone in the mountains for decades, has never been out of the house. In recent years, the local *** has repeatedly advised him to the old age home, but he refused to insist on picking up garbage and planting a small piece of land in front of the house and barely survive.
In the middle of summer, the heavy rainfall for several days triggered a hundred-year flood. When the flash floods swept down, the mountain village suffered a devastating blow. Fields were washed away, houses collapsed, and personal and property losses were enormous. Fortunately, the old man and his house were spared.
After the floods receded, there was a mess everywhere. The old man can no longer sit still, he risked his life to run from one family to another, one family to visit. Every household, every see a person, he can not help but old tears. The disaster in front of him y shocked him, he said to the village cadres: "I have lived for so many years, I have never seen such a big flood, I have never seen such a disastrous disaster."
The old man returned home with bitter tears in his eyes and sat down wearily on a chair. The image of the townspeople homeless and starving surfaced in his mind over and over again. He stood up violently, went to the inner room, scooped up a large handful of rice into the mortar nest one by one pounding up. His hands were worn out, his waist was tired and sore, but he was not willing to stop, he insisted, insisted. I don't know how long it took, but he finally finished pounding a bag of rice. He looked at the time, went into the room and took out a worn-out small cloth bag from the cupboard, carefully tied the mouth and carefully put it into his arms. Then he shouldered the bag of rice, did not care to take a break, only a mouthful of water, barefoot, in the hot sun, all the way to shoulder the rice, staggering through the knee-deep mud, walking a full 6 hours of the mountain road, the rice to the township *** temporary fund-raising point.
He put down the rice and said to the people at the collection point, "Quickly, send someone to my house to pick up rice." The people in the township *** all knew him, and they all said, "Grandpa, keep that rice for yourself." The old man looked anxious: "No, I can still make do, the folks need it more than I do." Said, from the bosom took out the small cloth bag, solemnly handed over, "This is my little heart, please accept it!"
The comrades at the fund-raising point opened the bag, which was full of small bills of five yuan, ten yuan, ten cents, twenty cents, a thick stack of one thousand yuan. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers," he said! The people present were all in tears.
On August 3, 2006, the Publicity Department of the Hunan Provincial Party Committee and the provincial television station jointly organized the "love of the big Xiangnan" disaster relief benefit evening, the whole of China have seen the old man with love and righteousness, know his touching story.
A reporter went to interview him, the old man is still that simple words: "The folks need more help than I do." The reporter was y moved, at the end of the article unlimited emotionally wrote: "He counts the most ordinary and inconspicuous people in China, that is, we often talk about the ordinary people. But the noble quality he showed in the moment of crisis makes us firmly believe that there are such common people, there is such a backbone of the nation, there is no difficulty can stop us from moving forward. He, the hero of our time."
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"Walking"
We were walking in the field: me, my mother, my wife and my son.
Mother would not have wanted to come out. She was old and not well, and felt tired when she walked farther. I said that it was precisely for this reason that she should walk more. Mother nodded convincingly and went to get her coat. She listens to me now, just as I listened to her when I was a child.
The weather was fine. Spring came too late this year, too late for some old people to survive. But spring came at last. My mother survived another hard winter.
The fields of this early spring in the south, large and small pieces of new green randomly spread, some thick, some light; green buds on the trees are also dense; winter water in the field is also cooing with blisters. All this reminds one of one thing - life.
My mother and I were walking in front, and my wife and son were walking behind. The little one suddenly called out, "Mommy and son in the front, and mommy and son in the back." We all laughed.
Then there was a disagreement: the mother wanted to take the big road, which was smooth; my son wanted to take the small road, which was interesting. But it all depended on me. My mother is old, she has long been accustomed to listen to her strong son; my son is still young, he is still accustomed to listen to his tall father; wife, outside, she always listen to me. In a flash I felt the weight of responsibility. I wanted to think of a way to make both ends meet, but I could not find one; I wanted to break up the family and split it into two, each in his own way, but I was unwilling to do so. I decided to give in to my son, for I had a long time to accompany him. I said, "Take the main road."
But my mother touched my grandson's head and changed her mind: "Let's take the small road." Her eyes followed the path: there were golden cauliflowers, two neat rows of mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. "You'll carry me where I can't walk." Mother said to me.
In this way, we walked towards the cauliflower, mulberry tree and fish pond under the sunshine. When we reached a place, I squatted down and carried my mother on my back, and my wife squatted down and carried my son on her back. Although my mother is tall, but very thin, naturally not heavy; son, although fat, after all, young, naturally light: but my wife and I are slowly, steadily, walking very carefully, as if what I carry on her back and her back together, is the whole world.
Cat
Lao She
The character of the cat is really a bit strange. It's honest, but it's simply good at times. It will find a warm place to sleep all day long without worrying about anything. But it resolved to go out to play will go out for a day and a night to listen to whoever how to call, it does not want to come back. Say it's playful, simply yes, otherwise it would not come home for a day and a night? However, when it hears the slightest sound of a mouse, it is very conscientious. It is a few hours, and it must wait for the mouse to come out.
If it is excited, it can be more gentle than anyone else with the body rubbing your legs, the neck out to let you give it a scratch, or in your writing time, jumped on the table, in the manuscript paper stamped a few small plum blossoms. It will also be rich and multi-chambered call, right and wrong different, coarse and fine different, infinite changes. In the time when it does not call, it will also grunt to relieve its own boredom. This can all depend on its excitement. If it is not excited ah, no matter who said a few good words, it is not a sound.
It is afraid of everything, always want to hide.
It's a very good thing that you're not afraid of anything, you always want to hide, but it's very brave, not to mention the bugs and rats, even the snakes.
The full moon kitten is even more adorable. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. A chicken feather, a thread ball, are their good toys, play a endless. When they play, they don't know how many times they have to fall down, but when they fall down, they get up right away and run again and fall down again. They hit their heads on doors, table legs, and each other's heads, and they don't cry even when it hurts. They are getting bolder and gradually developing new places to play. When they come to the yard, the flowers in the yard suffer. They wrestled in the flower pot, holding the flower branch swing, wherever they passed, branch broken flowers fall. You see will never blame them, they are so angry, innocent and lovely.
Autumn
Spring, vibrant, purple and red; summer, the sun, clear skies; winter, snow white, the north wind whistling. However, one of the seasons I am interested in is not spring, summer or winter, but fall. In the fall, the sky is high, golden and charming, which is really intoxicating!
Autumn, a golden piece. In the field, the heavy rice ears make farmers enjoy the joy of harvest. Look, the rice ears are still glittering with the farmers' crystal sweat beads ah! No wonder some people say that fall is a season of joy!
On the night of fall, the trees were in shadow and the wind was cool. My friend and I sat by the calm lake, listening to the rustle of the leaves blown by the autumn wind, and looked up at the night sky, a dazzling star. They were shining brightly in the autumn night sky, like a jewel set in the night curtain, beautiful! The shining stars are gathered together, that is the Milky Way! Look, the Cowherd and the Weaving Maiden are strolling along. The beauty of the autumn night is really wonderful ah!
The winds of autumn are so cold that a piece of yellow leaves fall down. They used to be so green, however, they end their life like this? No, next year's spring, it gives people the power of green, green hope. I looked at the falling yellow leaves and remembered the past laughter, the past happy times, and of course the past sorrows and unpleasant things. Memories are often exciting. In fact, life should be like the falling leaves, the past is the past. We should not only remember the past, but also plan for the future. The fallen leaves will be green next year, and life will be better tomorrow. Ah! Autumn, I finally understand! Life is hope, life is beautiful.
Autumn is delightful! I y love the fall. Autumn makes me get the inspiration of life. Autumn, a season that interests me.
Fourth grade
Eyes Jiang Hua
Mom, even though I have traveled all over the world and seen all kinds of stares, I am still most attached to your gentle, charming eyes.
I am a boat that you put into the sea, and your eyes are the safest dock for me.
I am a kite that you fly in the blue sky, and your eyes are the strings that hold me firmly in your hands.
When you gazed at me with warm eyes, my heart was filled with love, and the waves of love surged.
When you gazed at me with the calm and serene eyes of a lake, a soft light suddenly appeared in my vision and accompanied me into a sweet dream.
In those turbulent years, mom, your eyes were full of sorrow, and when you looked at me sadly, I felt that the world was as desolate as the desert.
When your eyes re-flash the spark of hope, when the earth in the melting spring breeze sprouted green hope, mom, your eyes like urging me to go on the horn, so that my arms into flying wings.
The feet of the creeper
Ye Shengtao
The leaves of the creeper are tender red, and within a few days the leaves grow up and become tender green. The young leaves of the creeper do not attract much attention, but the grown leaves do. Those leaves are so green and fresh, look very comfortable, the tip of the leaf a smooth child downward, in the wall spread so evenly, no overlap, and do not leave a little gap. A gust of wind, a wall of leaves ripples, very nice.
Previously I only know this plant called climber, do not know how it climbed. This year I paid attention to, the original creeper is by the feet. The feet of the creeper grow on the stem. Stem long petiole place, the reverse side of the branch-like six or seven filaments, each filament like a snail's antennae. The filaments are as tender and red as the new leaves. This is the foot of the creeper.
When the creeper's feet touch the wall, the heads of the six or seven filaments turn into small round pieces and hold the wall. The filaments were originally straight, but now they are bent, pulling the young stem of the creeper to keep it close to the wall. This is how the creeper climbed up one foot at a time. If you look closely at those tiny feet, you will remember the claws of the dragon in the picture.
beautiful appreciation of 300 words fifth gradeMost of all, it is the time when the dream of autumn rises
An autumn rain is a cold. After a few showers of autumn rain, the smell of autumn is very strong.
I have always loved the fall, and I always feel that no other season can be so close to the emotions, tacit and proper.
Choose an autumn countryside, along a long and winding path, a beautiful step.
The fragrance of the golden laurel through the sunshine, and came to the face. Perhaps, in a short time, the tree full of frosty leaves will be red and shy face, layered in the wind waving. Under the tree, there are occasionally light purple flowers in the cover smile ...... too much to read can not read the end of the color filled with eyes, so the autumn is happy.
However, behind the splendor can be captured in the "gradual frost winds are tight, the Guanhe cold, the residual light when the building" of the bleak and cold, although no sound.
That should be the end of an ancient city wall, broken walls, overgrown grass. There should also be a low and strong sound of Hu Hugh accompanied by the shadow, if not. But I always feel that the double sadness of autumn and twilight is too vicissitude, I am not quite able to bear.
I still like the faint sadness that permeates the humid air. Tree autumn sound, mountain cold color, let life out of a little bit of emotion: there is a kind of autumn sound and who can be mutual annotation, there is a kind of mountain color and who can turn to confirm it?
More often than not, I like to have a sunny evening, strolling in the shade of the small town. Let the wind quietly combing up the silk, the sweet and sad clearly distinguish, and mixed with the pull up the heavy figure, in the depiction of the setting sun and the general euphemism for autumn thoughts. A piece of fallen leaves, spinning for the last performance, floating to the distance and finally returned to the calm. Under the distant sky, is there also a falling leaf dancing like a butterfly? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it in a way that will make you feel better.
This is the best time to dream about your old friends.
A bird, with a beautiful arc through the empty twilight, did not enter the field of vision, there is a half section of familiar strange poetry, entangled on the lips. In fact, I do not know what poetry ah, just independent of the twilight, to the thousands of ideas to find a vain, chatting about the comfort of the branch just.
Fifth grade beautiful appreciation *** 300 wordsThe most is the fall when the dream rises
An autumn rain a cold. After a few showers of autumn rain, the smell of autumn is very strong.
I have always loved the fall, and I always feel that no other season can be so close to the emotions, tacit and proper.
Choose an autumn countryside, along a long and winding path, a beautiful step.
The fragrance of the golden laurel through the sunshine, and came to the face. Perhaps, in a short time, the tree full of frosty leaves will be red and shy face, layered in the wind waving. Under the tree, there are occasionally light purple flowers in the cover smile ...... too much to read can not read the end of the color filled with eyes, so the autumn is happy.
However, behind the splendor can be captured in the "gradual frost winds are tight, the Guanhe cold, the residual light when the building" of the bleak and cold, although no sound.
That should be the end of an ancient city wall, broken walls, overgrown grass. There should also be a low and strong sound of Hu Hugh accompanied by the shadow, if not. But I always feel that the double sadness of autumn and twilight is too vicissitude, I am not quite able to bear.
I still like the faint sadness that permeates the humid air. Tree autumn sound, mountain cold color, let life out of a little bit of emotion: there is a kind of autumn sound and who can be mutual annotation, there is a kind of mountain color and who can turn to confirm it?
More often than not, I like to have a sunny evening, strolling in the shade of the small town. Let the wind quietly combing up the silk, the sweet and sad clearly distinguish, and mixed with the pull up the heavy figure, in the depiction of the setting sun and the general euphemism for autumn thoughts. A piece of fallen leaves, spinning for the last performance, floating to the distance and finally returned to the calm. Under the distant sky, is there also a falling leaf dancing like a butterfly? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it in a way that will make you feel better.
This is the best time to dream about your old friends.
A bird, with a beautiful arc through the empty twilight, did not enter the field of vision, there is a half section of familiar strange poetry, entangled on the lips. In fact, I do not know what poetry ah, just independent of the twilight, to the thousands of ideas to find a vain, chatting about the comfort of the branch just.
Or there
A wisp of wind, how many flowers drunken dream
The rain stopped, the light wind gently brushed across the cheeks, the night is quiet, the heart is also quiet.
What time of the year that piece of green ground withered flowers and grass, inadvertently and quietly gave birth to fresh green shoots, like a thought once silent hidden traces, suddenly a certain inadvertent will evoke a lot of bright, bitter memories. So, every windy night, every day after the rain stops, I will be like a naughty child stepping on the grass, looking for that full of flowers and green dreams. However, the flowers will always wither day, the water will eventually run out of time, so in the see every broken story towards the end, I will whisper to myself - since you can not grasp tomorrow, then quietly cherish the scenery in front of you.
The light wind, blowing awake the green dream, your gentle voice like a delicate melody, long low migration ear. The quiet night is a sleepless song, each note is a scene of dusty memories. Spread out the palm of the hand, those who had thought that a long time ago firmly grasped the things, in the wind's kiss but also become misty and disoriented. Feelings is a poem without rhyme, just a not paying attention, will not find the true meaning of the poem. Perhaps life is destined to have some of the memories of the hand turn around, will be the achievement of the strangers but also the heart of the love of the heart.
I've always liked the idea of being alone and using words to write down my feelings, just like this summer night, when I'm alone in the light, searching for memories that are so far away that they're fuzzy. The window occasionally whisked a breeze, that is, a section of the chapter escaped from the bright scenery.
A clear sky, flowing clouds, the fragrance of flowers, blue grass, a light mood, a gentle dream. I can't remember when the throbbing heart began a long silence, even if the rainy day is still not shocking waves. No longer for a light like the promise of flowers to guard the endless night, not because of a determined turn and tears, everything is just a story without an ending, just need a gorgeous beginning, but do not have to be catty about the story of the master will end up in what way the curtain falls.
The street lamps covered by the snuggle figure early by the flow of years faded color. The wind seems to have been a silent dream, still alone singing that distant tune. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
It is said that the moon is the deepest thoughts in the heart, so how is the fog to watch the flowers is a state of mind?
The night was washed by the rain less a lot of disturbing noise, between the fingers of the flow of each wisp of wind are quietly telling a beautiful story. Sitting silently in front of the window, letting the fog bring thoughts to a certain night after the rain, like now, just use the pen in hand to carve the surface of the blandness. Waiting for dawn, binding scattered thoughts.
The wind in the morning intoxicated the young dream. The flowers on the balcony seem to have changed into charming dresses again, and I heard you singing softly on the green ground. The night came, tonight I will quietly sleep, let you in the wind smile wandering.
Love Autumn
"Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has the moon, summer has a cool wind, winter has snow" The four seasons are so beautiful that they forget their bad, but only the autumn is my permanent attachment!
The scenery of the north, miles of snow is certainly beautiful; the south of the summer heat, but also an extraordinary music; but the most I cherish is the autumn of the depression, the autumn of the bleak!
Autumn, not really beautiful! It does not have a green "green sea", brilliant colors, no children like the taste, it is only yellow leaves floating in the wind, only the cool wind chills. But I just love this color, only like this simple autumn!
When people in the great years can sigh, said the bumpy time is difficult again, the world is still there, the past smoke and clouds when the light. There is no one for you to relieve the sadness! Only the wind whistling outside the window to listen to you in the chant, in response to your sadness!
Autumn, you are a little beautiful, otherwise how would there be Liu Che: the autumn wind rises and white clouds fly, the grass and trees yellow fall and geese return to the south, how would there be Cao Pi: the weather is cool in the autumn wind, the grass and trees shaking down the dew for the frost, and how would there be Su Shi: a year of good scenery must be remembered, most of the orange and yellow and orange green time visible fall is a treasure in the eyes of the poets, and because of this mood of the autumn poetry, only to let them immortalized in the literary world! Here autumn is indeed a little beautiful!
Autumn, I am more and more in love with your simplicity, your splendor, your everything, as if in my eyes, I can only see your good, your those bad I do not remember at all!
Autumn, you are an indispensable part of my life, you are my eternal miss, because of you I remember that I had so many good times, and because of you I feel that life is so beautiful, or because of you I feel that I am no longer alone in this earthly world, I still have a lot of good memories worth staying, those days with wind and rain, and you, my Those years did not come in vain, my friends only seem so valuable, my life will be so meaningful, will be so timeless!
Autumn, you are like that song, you are like the white lotus that cries forever!
Autumn, because of you, life is different!
Autumn, forever attached!
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