The rain will turn into coffee, the seeds will bloom roses, parting, in order to experience, the taste of loneliness. The road is tired as soon as you walk, the rain is broken as soon as you touch it, and you can only blame the coffee for not getting drunk. It turns out that in life, we also have pain, the taste of bitterness.
Spring, when the first wisp of spring wind fluttered, the first drop of spring rain sprinkled on the earth, the flowers of the seeds from the slumber in the wake up, in the adversity of sprouting, at this time the spring wind is not so warm, at this time the spring rain is not so sweet, at this time the soil is still so hard, but it is strong, unhesitatingly outward growth, sprouting, even if it is painful, pain, but how can they be rejected because of the pain of the The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it.
Soon after, the willow draws out new green, wheat field grows new seedlings, a strong breath of spring. Once in the soil in the tireless pursuit of unremitting efforts, in the adversity of the seeds always upward finally open up beautiful, open up brilliant, open up proud enchanting, ushered in the spring of their lives, let fly their vitality, fragrance. The original pain can create beauty, the original pain can continue the beauty.
"Dyeing depression know autumn astringent, rose a color warm winter city", snap your fingers, into the late autumn, the flowers have withered. When they lost their former glory, was ravaged by the years when the shaking, even if the flowers have lost color, haggard, but no half ***, half a little despondent. Like the arrival of the first time, they have no choice but to run to the soil, there is their last home, they are very painful, but very comforting. When the winter snow covered the earth, and the world was pure white and snowy, they rotted, and it hurt, and it was worse than death. But they were laughing, they were laughing heartily. Because they know, their suffering will be exchanged for the spring more beautiful and prosperous, their pain will be the same as their life with the history, with the years continue in the infinite, bloom glory, bloom hope.
Our life is also so, happiness and pain everywhere with, when followed. Happy is certainly beautiful, but the pain is not a fortune. When we are in the study, life, the business field in the disappointment and failure, and the success of the time, caught in the pain and adversity, let us like a seed in the adversity of the sprout, in the adversity of the strong, in pain ushered in the light, in the disillusionment of the creation of hope. After the storm is the rainbow, the clouds are cloudy sky, pain is power, pain is also hope.
History is today's past, today is tomorrow's history. In these days and years, we can not always smooth sailing, pain must often follow. But as long as we ignite ***, bravely meet the challenges, not afraid of the wind and rain, not afraid of the difficulties, in the face of adversity, always upward, and then the pain of life will turn around, and then the difficult years will also be dark and bright. At that time, the raindrops will become coffee, the seeds will bloom roses, and the pain will be beautiful.
A joyful pain I believe that one day the tears I shed will become flowers and garlands, and the thousands of bruises I have suffered will make me shine.
--Title A tree has to go through a lot of wind and rain in order to grow from a seedling to a big tree: how much does a person have to pay in order to grow from a baby to a mature adult, which grows up like the growth of bamboo, the process of the pain and joy of the uprooting.
This pain comes from the growth of our test, this pleasure comes from the joy of growth.
No one will have a lifetime of smooth sailing, always encountering external pressures, but those so-called difficulties, is a test of their own, will become a kind of private wealth after many years, to inspire their own courage to face any into without fear.
This is not to find a reason for the difficulties, nor is it a Q-style triumph of the spirit, when the real day we stand at the crossroads do not know where to go, once fell down in the place will tell us that this road does not work.
However, in the face of the test, we need to not be silent or go against the grain, but with strength and will, and difficult to fight.
No complaints, no self-satisfied fall, the sky will not always dark clouds, through, the sun remains, life is not a gorgeous imagination, we have to grow up, we have to go outside to accept the test of the wind and rain, the flowers in the greenhouse will not always be splendid.
Why the eagle mother will again and again to the eagle pushed off the cliff, it is not want to see the eagle fell off the cliff, is want to lie eagle in the abyss of the test to learn to fly, rushed to the blue sky.
Words from The Age of Peace: When faced with trials, it is always painful], either to be knocked down by the pain, or to trample the pain underfoot.
In the face of trials, don't think about whether you can succeed, since you have chosen a faraway place, you have to take care of the wind and rain: don't think about whether the cold wind and rain come back behind you, since the goal is the horizon, leaving the world can only be the back of the shadow.
I believe tomorrow is anoth day, with pain after the test will be happy.
A kind of happy pain a tree has to go through a lot of wind and rain in order to grow from a seedling to a big tree: how much does a person have to pay in order to grow from a baby to a mature adult, which grows up like the growth of bamboo, the process of pulling out of the pain and happiness.
This pain comes from the growth of our test, this pleasure comes from the joy of growth.
No one will have a lifetime of smooth sailing, always encountering external pressures, but those so-called difficulties, is a test of their own, will become a kind of private wealth after many years, to inspire their own courage to face any into without fear.
This is not to find a reason for the difficulties, nor is it a Q-style triumph of the spirit, when the real day we stand at the crossroads do not know where to go, once fell down in the place will tell us that this road does not work.
However, in the face of the test, we need to not be silent or go against the grain, but with strength and will, and difficult to fight.
No complaints, no self-satisfied fall, the sky will not always dark clouds, through, the sun remains, life is not a gorgeous imagination, we have to grow up, we have to go outside to accept the test of the wind and rain, the flowers in the greenhouse will not always be splendid.
Why the eagle mother will again and again to the eagle pushed off the cliff, it is not want to see the eagle fell off the cliff, is want to lie eagle in the abyss of the test to learn to fly, rushed to the blue sky.
Words from Time of Peace: When faced with trials, it is always painful to either be knocked down by the pain or trample the pain underfoot.
In the face of trials, do not think about whether or not you can succeed, since you have chosen a faraway place, you have to take care of the wind and rain: do not think about whether or not the cold wind and cold rain come back behind you, since the goal is the horizon, leaving the world can only be the back of the shadow.
Pain essayJust in the exams flip-flopped to death, I was physically and mentally exhausted, the expression is almost numb lax.
So take the train across this city to another home.
Thought it was just a straight line distance, the railroad tracks are always in the next corner abruptly lost track.
In the moment I hesitated whether to be annoyed, suddenly remembered the bright red scores on the report card, they froze, and could not help but feel that their lives are simply the work of the Creator to attract a smile.
The warm winter sun wanders lazily between the stones, the clouds, the rain, and the blue sky that seems to melt everything.
Leaving the window open, the collar of your shirt struggles fiercely in the wind.
Raindrops hit the eyes, tiny but painful.
Looking out the window at the never-fixed landscape, pondering the youth stranded on the shore, unexpectedly found details covered with pain.
Just a few seconds of wandering outside the world, began to have navy blue memory fragments continue to come to me, followed by the overwhelming sadness swept to.
Pain AndersenWhen the cherry blossoms in the sky disappeared from the dream world, and then covered by messy formulas, theorems, and English letters, the miss of Andersen became clearer and clearer.
I am often in a corner, see the sunshine climbed on the corners of his mouth and then gracefully spread out.
Behind him, the coral swaying tentacles to the vast expanse of blue extends to an infinite length.
He stood there in the morning light and talked to me in a low voice, telling me how the ugly duckling survived the winter to become a beautiful white swan, and how the mermaid melted into the foam of nothingness, leaving only a melodious singing voice and barren memories.
This fall, I know a lot of news about Hans Christian Andersen, about the hardships of his wandering and the twists and turns of his persistent pursuit.
So the rummage sale box to find his words, dark yellow and can not read the words of the book, let me return to the original groundless nostalgia.
Self-study class, at the end of a day of fatigue that moment, put up a textbook blocking face, secretly down.
Side of the head, see him in the dusk, there is a kind of inexplicable child-like mischievous expression.
Children, children, I said this word over and over again.
I have always been happy and tried to be a child.
Always with a wanton smile, with a glimpse of innocence.
When I was a child, I bought a set of Hans Christian Andersen's complete works.
I remember I used to quietly put Hans Christian Andersen's book under my pillow during nap time in kindergarten, and hid under the covers to turn it over with great interest.
Until the teacher found out.
I looked at my favorite book in the next bed reflecting the meager spots, but slyly smiled at the teacher.
Because at that time I was a child, children do wrong things, are worthy of forgiveness.
Believe all the marginal legends.
The prince and the princess are always happy and happy in the castle, just as Hans Christian Andersen's pen is always a sharp imagination and the lost beauty.
When the exam made me blind, see is the dark world, there is pain.
I have no intention of imitating the life path of the Tsinghua genius, just sincerely hope that an encounter with Hans Christian Andersen.
Willing to do a long, long dream in his beautiful castle, enough to abandon all the bright sadness.
In the era when Hans Christian Andersen began to stay away, there is still a little bit of stubbornness at the end.
The pain of friendship in this warm winter and the flu together with the dispersion of the pain of friendship.
Just graduated, the face of all the sadness seems a little ignorant.
I can't help but miss the good old days of elementary school when I stepped into the middle school.
Walking along the road, you can always see the lollipop-chewing schoolchildren hurrying along.
When the weather was getting cold, the children gathered in twos and threes to sneeze.
Now and then a girl sits on the back of a bicycle and holds up an umbrella for her best friend on the bike.
Such a warm image has become irreproachable from the first passers-by.
My friends often come over and say with excitement, "I saw so-and-so star on TV.
At the end of the day, he added a sentence, he is so handsome, why did not shoot down at that time, a waste of such a good opportunity.
Looking at her frowning lovely expression is like falling in love with a stranger.
Friendship thus becomes painful and attached.
Think of the girl who silently waited to hold hands to go home, only need to gently hold my hand on a strange street, you can experience the warmth of each other's palms, that must be the angels arranged by their own side, parents and loved ones other than the guardian.
Close your eyes and remember those girls who used to hold my fingers together, the tone is still familiar with the smile.
Dormant in some obscure corner of the fine light like caressing the leaves of the wind, painted countless clear images.
Initially accompanied you to the days of the people, said to accompany you for life, even if they are in a different place, or alienated from the distance, leaving only a blurred side, is still in any place can be experienced in the warmth and attachment.
Pain tail "bang", the window fell.
A strange old woman said to me, "Aren't you cold? Take care of yourself.
At this point, the wind came in through the cracks in the window with some twitchy warmth.
The pain remained on the face.
As the saying goes, "One always needs a little miracle.
"Without these pains, the memories would not be so engraved.
Think of the world, think of life.
Me, quietly, smiling, pain.
All is well.
600 words on the topic of painExpand Rain will turn into coffee, seeds will bloom roses, parting, in order to experience, the taste of loneliness.
The road is tired when you walk, the rain is broken when you touch it, and it's only the coffee that doesn't make you drunk.
It turns out that in life, we also have pain, the taste of bitterness.
Spring, when the first wisp of spring wind fluttered, the first drop of spring rain sprinkled the earth, the flowers of the seeds from the slumber in the wake up, in the adversity of sprouting, at this time the spring wind is not so warm, at this time the spring rain is not so sweet, at this time the soil is still so hard, but it is strong, unhesitatingly outward growth, sprouting, even if it is painful, pain, but how can they be rejected because of pain and How can they reject the precious life because of pain? Soon after, the willow draws out a new green, the wheat field grows new seedlings, a strong breath of spring.
Once in the soil unremitting efforts unremitting pursuit, in the adversity of the seeds always upward finally open the beautiful, open up brilliant, open up the pride of enchantment, ushered in the spring of their lives, fly out of their vitality, fragrance.
It turns out that pain can create beauty, the original pain can continue the beauty.
"Dyeing finger Xiao Ran know autumn astringent, rose a color warm winter city", the flick of the finger, into the late autumn, the flowers have withered.
When they lost their former glory, was ravaged by the years when the shaking, even if the flowers have lost color, haggard, but no half ***, half a little melancholy.
Like the arrival of the first time, they have no choice but to run to the soil, where is their final home, they are very painful, but very relieved.
When the winter snow covered the earth, the world a pure white snow, they rotted, pain, life is worse than death.
But they were laughing, they were laughing heartily.
Because they know that their pain will be exchanged for the spring more beautiful and prosperous, their pain will be the same as their life with history, with the years continue in the infinite, bloom glory, bloom hope.
Our life is also the same, happiness and pain everywhere with, when followed.
Happiness is certainly beautiful, but the pain is not a fortune.
When we are in the study, life, the business field in the disappointment and failure, and the success of the time, caught in the pain and adversity, let us like a seed in the adversity of the sprout, in the adversity of the strong, in pain ushered in the light, in the loss of hope to create.
After the storm is the rainbow, to open the clouds is the cloudy sky, pain is power, pain is also hope.
History is today's past, today is tomorrow's history.
In this every day every day years, we can not always smooth sailing, pain must often follow.
But as long as we ignite ***, bravely meet the challenges, not afraid of the wind and rain, not afraid of the difficulties, in the face of adversity, and always upward, and then the pain of life will turn around, and then the difficult years will also be dark and bright.
At that time, the raindrops will become coffee, the seeds will bloom roses, and the pain will be beautiful.
... ", more is to make you fall countless times, let you endure countless times the pain of the ditch, more is to tear your lapel, cut your legs and arms of the thorns ...... life is like this.
In the long road of human growth, we often encounter different degrees of trauma, leaving behind varying shades of injury.
Tangible injuries, hindering the appearance, but easy to recover; intangible injuries, pain through the bones, and not easy to dissipate.
For a king, the death of his country can be considered the deepest and heaviest wound.
And it is because of it that King Goujian of the Yue Dynasty, who had no ambition and indulged in joy, became a man of shame and humiliation, and finally defeated the Wu, and washed away the shame.
This achievement was made because the king dared to laugh at the pain of losing his country in the face of adversity, and turned the pain into motivation and experience.
If faced with the pain of losing his country, the king was depressed and disillusioned, how could there be the beautiful story of "tasting the guts on a low salary"? For a man, there is nothing more humiliating than being putrefied.
This double wound in mind and body, deep pain, few people can withstand this blow.
However, Sima Qian did it, with his strong perseverance, laugh at the physical and mental pain, angry and strong, written into the "Records of the Grand Historian" this famous ancient and modern Chinese and foreign great ambition.
For a terminally ill student, there is no greater pain than being separated from the campus and the friends you spend time with.
Jiang Tao, a student at Tsinghua University, struggled with cancer for four years, did not complain, but smiled at the pain, clenched his teeth and held tight to the rope of life, on his deathbed to complete a middle grade novel, a long novel, but also compiled a set of software used for clothing design.
There will be no one who likes the hurt in his body, and there will be no one who can escape the pain.
Laughing at the pain, pain into experience and power, pain into time to remind themselves of the "motto", which is really strong; complaining, cursing, depressed, disillusioned and even light, which is just a Confucian! Perhaps, you have suffered a great deal of pain: the disease, parents divorced, the college entrance examination failure ...... then, why not smile at the pain, wipe away the sadness of the face, dispel the clouds over the mind of the pervasive fog, to do the strongest in life.
So you will be surprised to find that the sky is still clear, the sun is still brilliant! Courageous petrels can withstand the baptism of the storm, the blossoming plums can withstand the test of the cold, young us can laugh at all the injuries on the road of life.
[Source: manmanw.cn] Laughing at the pain, so that the note of youth jumping more comfortable and beautiful; Laughing at the pain, to the overflowing life of the green youth to add a touch of brightness; Laughing at the pain, so that the pure light of hope to illuminate our *** surging chest; Laughing at the pain, so that the holy water of life to cleanse the pain in our hearts!
Pain Essay 400 wordsI am the left hand of the little master, originally I lived a carefree life, did not think, the little master these days throat inflammation, pus, his mother took him to the hospital to get a hangnail.
More terrible is that I was attacked by the needle - I thought it must be the right hand that was stabbed, but it turned out to be really sad.
The doctor came over with a tray that wasn't a tasty snack, that was the cause of the pain.
I saw the doctor approaching me step by step, and all I could see was a private sneer by the call of his mouth, and none of the things in the tray looked anything less than cold, all of them hard-hearted - I was about to be stabbed, and was now in such a conflicted and painful state of mind.
I think it's the warriors who go to the torture chamber who can't feel it.
Whoa! Needle, do not stab ah! Still, the needle stuck mercilessly in my heart, and the most irritating thing was that the water jar dared to draw blood from my left hand.
Oh, thank goodness, my blood returned victorious.
That's really something to be happy about, but I'm still in a lot of pain, and the needle, which doesn't hesitate to stab me in the heart, also sends an alien, weirdly sweet, dense-tasting water through my transmission tubes to the inside.
Hmm? It's so hard, I feel like I'm so numb and hot.
Exasperated, the weird smell elicited a cry from my stomach buddy that he was nauseated by the smell.
But what could I do? It was the doctor who forced a needle into my heart.
The water kept pouring into my transmission tubes, and gradually I became familiar with it, and stopped screaming at the bottom of my lungs, "That hurts! But I still couldn't tolerate the needle sticking into me regardless of my mood, and I was still in agony.
"Auntie, okay!" Heard the little master shouting.
Ah! I was happy, I was excited! Finally don't have to be haunted by that needle, the devil, I can finally raise my eyebrows and punch hard at this needle, awesome! "Ouch ！！！！！！" Another sound of exhaustion cry, because the doctor in the needle out of the time, the needle and ruthless bite back at me, now, by the needle pierced the mouth of the flow of my best remaining a little blood, but fortunately the little master to help me stop the flow of blood.
I was so angry! The needle, if it is not for my little master's throat can be healed, I would have done with you.
Next time, I will teach you a lesson!
To pain as the topic of the essay topics
Smile at the pain of the journey of life, hidden all kinds of inequality, it is not all like the Chang'an Street as straight and flat, and not all if the poet depicted as charming romantic, more is "road pass forest deep moss slippery", more is to make you fall countless times, let you experience countless times hurt ditch, more is to tear your clothes, and more is to make you fall down, and let you suffer countless times. More is to tear your lapel, cut your legs and arms of the thorns ...... life is like this.
In the long road of human growth, we often encountered different degrees of trauma, leaving different shades of pain.
Tangible injuries, hindering the appearance, but easy to recover; intangible injuries, pain through the bones, and not easy to dissipate.
For a king, the death of his country can be considered the deepest and heaviest wound.
And it is because of it that King Goujian of the Yue Dynasty, who had no ambition and indulged in joy, became a man of shame and humiliation, and finally defeated the Wu, and washed away the shame.
This achievement was made because the king dared to laugh at the pain of losing his country in the face of adversity, and turned the pain into motivation and experience.
If faced with the pain of losing his country, the king was depressed and disillusioned, how could there be the beautiful story of "tasting the guts on a low salary"? For a man, there is nothing more humiliating than being putrefied.
This double wound in mind and body, deep pain, few people can withstand this blow.
However, Sima Qian did it, with his strong perseverance, laugh at the physical and mental pain, angry and strong, written into the "Records of the Grand Historian" this famous ancient and modern Chinese and foreign great ambition.
For a terminally ill student, there is nothing more painful than being separated from the campus and the friends you spend time with.
Jiang Tao, a student at Tsinghua University, has not complained about the cancer in the four years he has been fighting with it, but has smiled at the pain, gritted his teeth and held on to the rope of life, and has completed a novel on his deathbed, a long novel, and a set of software used for clothing design.
Please write a composition on the topic of "pain".
The topic of their own, not less than 600 words, narrative
The line of thought prompts: "pain" can be understood as a real injury, or suffered from external factors that make the body and mind exhausted, and ultimately overcome the pain, realize life.
It can also be understood as a macro sense, such as environmental damage, the deterioration of the human living environment, the pain of human existence.
The call for harmony between humans and the environment, on the one hand, human activities should reduce the pain of the natural environment, on the other hand, reduce the pain of human beings themselves due to environmental degradation.
Outline of the essay on "Pain"
Pain What does it mean to be in pain?
You won't realize how terrible they are.
People will be frightened and upset, but people will not cry out to stop and will keep letting this purgatory exist.
And so there is heaven, purgatory, and hell.
These are the three boundaries that people gather out of their desires.
Heaven, that is a sky formed by people's good wishes.
Purgatory, that is where people live, where there is beauty and ugliness.
Hell, needless to say, horror.
What is meant by pain? Is the body suffered a little external injury called pain? Is it because of accidentally made a mistake and was punished called pain? By now, no one knows what pain is all about.
What I believe, there is only one kind of pain: heartache.
That is a sadness more realistic than any false term.
Well, there is such a saying, heart disease needs heart medicine.
What about heartache? There is nothing to cure it? The heart is a beautiful realm that people have, with black and white in it.
No matter what time it is, black and white are fighting against each other, competing to see who is really powerful.
When there is a winner and a loser, there is a difference between good and evil.
They are both hostile and will never be reconciled.
But only when heartbroken, they have the **** same language, they cry together, they are sad together, they hurt together.
It's all pain and suffering called pain together.
What is suffering? What is suffering? Is it in taking medicine that is bitter? Is it in eating something you don't like, it's bitter? How can I put it? Pain and suffering are the same, right? Pain, should be more painful and bitter than suffering.
Heartache.
When does it hurt to be heartbroken? And how much does it hurt? Why does the heart ache? What kind of pain makes black and white shake hands? There are many ways of saying that the heart aches when a parent disappears from this world.
The heart aches when people who love each other are never to be seen again like the cowherd and the weaver who are never to be seen.
It hurts when your best friend disappears alive in front of your eyes.
People are very afraid of heartache, very afraid of this kind of thing, because if the heart really hurts it is unbearable.
So they categorized these three kinds of pain: affection, love, and friendship.
That's why some people say that the most valuable things in the world are affection, love, and friendship.
Once you lose one of them, it hurts your heart.
That's why it's said again that these three kinds of love should be cherished.
Heartache, to this day, I do not know, exactly what it is like, really painful? That.
. What if the heartbreak?
In life, we can get a lot of love, parents' careful care, the sincere help of classmates, grandparents' exhortations and instructions ...... and that one lesson let me feel a different kind of love.
It was the second grade, I played with my classmates eagles catch chickens game, just when we were very excited about a few fourth-grade big brother and we said: "Go away, we want to play basketball," the students are very afraid, they want to run away, and I said: "It's okay, do not care about him, we Play your own."
The guys saw that we were still not going, so they came over and grabbed me by the collar and yelled at me, "Didn't hear me, hurry up and go:".
I force a spread him, did not think he did not stand well to twist his foot, he screamed in pain, the teacher saw, rushed to send him to the infirmary, the end of the school day, the teacher said to me: "How are you so not small-minded, that person's leg has been fractured.
"Hearing this, my face white, want to say all the words are swallowed back, back home I told my dad what happened, dad get face red red.
As if looking for something, not waiting for me to explain, Dad picked up the coat hanger to whip me, I did not run, but let Dad hit, because I know I'm wrong, after hitting Dad called me back to the room to reflect on, I stayed in the room, my thoughts are a thousand times: Dad this year to bring me to Xiamen to study, and he has to work and take care of me, it's very hard.
As I have always been active, every day I go to school to advise me to pay attention to safety, do not fight with classmates.
But things have happened, and what can I do?
After a while, my father asked me where I was wrong, and not to make mistakes next time.
I apologized to my dad, who touched my head and told me that we should get along with each other harmoniously, and that we should tell the teacher if there are disputes, and not fight.
Next time you can not do this.
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