Those unexplainable thoughts tie up our happiness and suppress our smiles. Let us put aside our worries, relax, return to our original beautiful soul, and regain the most truly beautiful mood. The following is These are some compositions about thoughts, let’s take a look! "Beautiful Mind" Chapter 1
Love is a topic that everyone in the world wants to praise. Every time I talk about love, I will experience a small tremor in my heart. When I see The word "love" always makes me think of my father...
My father works in other places, and it takes a long time to come home, and our communication is just a phone call every day. That’s all. My father is very concerned about my body. He knows that I am very tired and nervous from studying, so I must pay more attention to rest... But how can I relax? Some of my efforts are for myself, and the rest are for my father.
I remember that when the exam was about to take place, I was very nervous about studying, and I always felt that I couldn’t finish my homework. I was really tired at that time, but I still persisted, because I have a father who has been caring about me. His work is harder than mine. Every time I think of him, I will have more strength to study and go to work. Fight hard. His image has become a motivation that I can never erase, and it is also an innocent and beautiful thought that I will never forget.
I am already in junior high school. From elementary school to now, my father has never set limits on my grades and efforts. This has made me relax a lot. Every time he calls me He told me a lot. He didn’t often mention his studies to me, but more about my health. In this, he also revealed a father’s care for his son. That kind of love, even Zhu Ziqing "Back View" is also indescribable.
In front of my desk, there is a photo of my father: he squatted there casually, with the sea behind him, and that sea just corresponded to the sea in my heart, it was so broad, At the same time, there is a trace of father's love immersed in the dripping sea water. The turbulent waves beat the shore of my soul again and again, making me have to tremble again and again, and I am recalling, Enjoy the nourishment of this father's love with your own heart.
"I am very proud because I have a father who loves me deeply." Every time I write an article, I almost have to express this sentence intuitively. It exaggerates the atmosphere of the article. At the same time, it is also silently expressing a son's respect and love for his father and a father's sustenance for his son. This sustenance is a kind of strength and a small thing on my mind. It is simple and beautiful. Sometimes It turns into a thin thread, connecting the hearts of my father and me. Let me slowly experience it... "Cricket's Mind" Chapter 2
There is always a cricket He was in a dilemma because of his worries. He didn't know what his decision should be. Every choice seemed to lead to death.
Cricket was sent to this death row three days ago, but he did not seem to have committed any serious crime. He was only arrested for making loud noises in a certain place. This death cell is a five-foot-square box with ventilation on all sides.
There is another Cricket next to him. He has obviously been imprisoned for many days. That cricket was just a little thinner and weaker than him.
Cricket has been thinking about how to get out. He crawled almost through the entire cell, but found no ventilation. The cricket on the side smiled and said: "Stop looking, you can't escape."
He ignored it completely. Finally, one day later, he carefully discovered: there was a small hole in the northeast corner of the cell. , it is completely possible to escape.
When he excitedly told another companion, his companion's attitude surprised him: "Get out! There is a bigger cell outside, and it locks a bigger prisoner. You can't escape at all. go out.
It's better to be here and have food and drink! "
The night wind blew quietly, and the silver light shone in the cell. His companions were very leisurely and sang songs, but he had no such nature at all. He kept thinking that he wanted to be free. Or food?
To be free, when he escapes, he may not be able to find food, find relatives, be trampled by people, and be threatened by katydids, but what about him?
If he wants food, he will be imprisoned here forever and will never find his partner, although there will be delicious food and eternal safety.
After relative power, Cricket still chose the former. Although there was no food and no safety, he had freedom. Freedom is noble. Freedom makes people's hearts surge and makes people brave to do anything. The same seems to be true for our brave men.
He ran away like this, and his companions just laughed: "You will regret it! "
When the brave man breathed in the fresh air outside the cell, he knew that he had succeeded, and he felt extremely happy in his heart. Freedom is heaven!
However, he died later. , Damn it.
Some people may laugh: It would be great if he stayed in it!
He would still be dead in the winter. It's the thoughts of a hero. I wonder if his companions have it. Chapter 3 of "Moon's Thoughts"
When you sit under the bright moonlight, the gentle breeze blowing up your roots. When you have your hair cut, your thoughts are always like a silent friend, sitting quietly next to you...
I don’t know since when, he will always be there every night when everyone is quiet, He rushes to you quietly from afar - but you always like it - maybe it's not that you like him, you just can't refuse and stay with him - until you fall asleep physically and mentally tired, or until dawn - ―You have never thought about getting rid of him, so he will always accompany you silently. On countless quiet nights, he will always meet you unexpectedly.
Sometimes there is pattering outside the window. There is light rain, sometimes rumbling thunder, and sometimes there are a few sirens and a few barks of dogs - but these disturbing sounds cannot break the deafness-like tranquility, they will only make the tranquility more and more annoying. The heart is palpitating; you can't drive away your uninvited friend rudely, it will only make him more and more profound and vivid in your heart.
You never know why, and you never go. I have thought about why. At this time, you are just recalling the day - was it your failed exam? Was it the unexpected resignation letter? Was it the cold and cruel breakup from your husband?
Others have no way of knowing: the teacher who graded your papers doesn’t know; the company boss who fired you doesn’t know; the boyfriend who broke up with you doesn’t know, or even the one who just scolded you and is now sitting on the sofa. The angry husband doesn’t know either... But except for that friend who has been sitting next to you like a puppet - he knows everything. He is sad for you, angry for you, and sad and tears for you - but he has always been so Quiet, like a puppet - no, the puppet's joints pulled by the strings will still make some "squeaking" sounds, but he doesn't, he is just like the air, silently by your side, watching you cry, beat, scold, and fall. Pillow... Finally, after you frown and fall asleep, leave an affectionate gaze and walk away quietly...
But - gradually, your infinitely infatuated friend comes more and more often. He comes less and less, as if he is too old and weak to come to you on time. Finally, he is finally lying on his own bed, unable to come...
And now, you. In this quiet night again, you move to a bamboo chair and sit on the balcony. The silver moonlight shines on you again, and the breeze blows slowly again. However, it no longer lifts up the black hair, but as white as that. The silver hair of the eternal moonlight... Chapter 4 of "The Thoughts of a Drop of Water"
"People go to higher places, while water flows to lower places. "I think when people say this, they must have a look of disdain for water. Therefore, as a drop of water, I feel sour in my heart. It is a depressing feeling of not being able to appreciate talent.
However, How can I be willing to live in a low place? How can I just go with the flow? I also want to go high and fly into the sky. I am tired of flying.
In order to no longer follow the trend of doing nothing, in order to no longer live a life that only has a horizontal direction, I invited a group of like-minded friends to leave the big army and stay in a small ditch, waiting for the opportunity to come and let my dreams come true. come true.
The hard work of the people, God will not let you down! Days of scorching sun and continuous high temperatures finally allowed us to "get up" and take off. I finally got what I wanted! I'm finally flying! I finally flew in the sky that originally belonged only to birds! I proudly salute every cloud in the sky... I have never been so free, I have never been so happy, I have never been so comfortable... The feeling of flying is so wonderful!
However, the wonderful feeling did not last long. My friends and I all felt the seriousness of the situation: the streams we once flowed through have dried up; the fertile fields we once watered have cracked; the vegetation we once moistened has withered. Some people even face death due to lack of water...
Drought, high temperature, water shortage, death... When we understand that flying comes at the cost of this series of cruel realities, our brains suddenly become confused. , my heart suddenly sank. Which drop of water is willing to only care about its own flight while causing damage to nature and disaster to mankind?
We fell into the trap of the scorching sun. It simply satisfied our vanity of flying water drops and made us fall into the trap. Water droplets flying in the sky just look beautiful. My friends and I once again united: when they gathered, they were covered with dark clouds, blocking the scorching sun; when they fell, they were filled with heavy rain, which filled the streams, watered the fertile fields, and moistened the vegetation...
I once again followed the flow of the water. Low, but I’m full inside. Because I understand that there are many forms of flying water droplets: the flying water droplets are the turbulent torrent that "the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns"; The spectacular waterfall of "Nine Heavens" is also the ordinary water flowing silently and calmly into the distance.
Fly with your feet on the ground. Although you may not fly high, you will definitely fly farther and longer.
Yes, now, I no longer think about flying, I want to do my part. "The Thoughts of Grass" Chapter 5
There is a small grass growing quietly at the foot of the big tree. Every day I dance to Sister Feng’s singing and to the accompaniment of Tree Friends. It lives a carefree life, even in thunderstorms and strong winds, in its eyes, it is lovely and beautiful.
Day by day, the grass grew up, swaying its head happily, playing happily with the big tree beside it, laughing loudly and innocently, and the big tree was indispensable in its life. friend. Everyone who passes by it can't help but admire: "Look, that cute grass under the big tree is so tenacious and vigorous!" It always proudly waves its head and waves to passers-by, and its life is happy and fulfilling.
Soon, a small seed fell next to it. "Hey! What is this?" The big tree said, "It's a seed. It will grow into a beautiful flower." "The flower is again. What?" Dashu shook his head and said nothing. From then on, Xiaocao had another interest, watching seeds. One day, a man cut down the big tree in order to build a house. Xiaocao watched the big tree go away, feeling very sad. Before the big tree left, he said: "You must love the seeds as much as you love me. It will Be happy with you." Xiaocao remembered.
It began to take care of the seeds carefully. When thunderstorms and strong winds came, it hid it tightly under itself; when pedestrians came, they no longer looked at the grass, but walked directly over, almost stepping on the seeds. , the grass blocked the shoes with her body; the bird flew to eat the seeds, the grass shook its head to chase the bird, even if the bird pecked it all over the body... The days passed day by day, and the thunderstorm The strong wind is no longer cute, passers-by no longer admire it, the song of the bird is no longer sweet, but the little seed sprouts and grows into a beautiful flower.
The grass smiled and nodded, but even though it had friends, it was still helpless. Passers-by passed by without looking at it, but praised the little flower. Children came over and stepped on it, greedily inhaling the fragrance of the flowers. The little bee came, sucked the nectar and danced with the flower. The flower said to the grass: "You are too weak and ugly. Are you as eye-catching as me?" It was completely disappointed...
One day, a gardener walked by, looked at the flowers, then looked at the grass and said, "Oh, you have to get rid of the grass quickly, otherwise the flowers will not be nutritious enough and they will not be beautiful.
"The poor grass ended its life in a pruning. At the end of its life, it smiled and said to the flowers: "Please cherish the friends around you! "
One story is over, and another story is about to be staged. Life continues scene by scene under the nourishment of friendship... Chapter 6 of "Heart Matters"
That was my last four chapters. It was about grade one. When I was doing homework at home, I broke my beloved pen. My uncle in Nanjing gave it to me on my birthday. Before that, it was my best treasure. I would rather be called stingy than lend it to others. But looking at this broken pen, I was very sad.
A few days later, I was in a stationery store. I found a pen that was exactly the same as that one. I decided to buy that pen back. Soon, I saved up enough money to buy that pen. Instead of sleeping in, I decided to buy it very early. I got up. After breakfast, I held the twenty yuan I had saved so hard and went out of the house. The sunshine outside was so warm, and it made me feel warm in my heart, so I trotted forward.
When passing a square, a large propaganda poster caught my attention. At that time, a pair of big black and clear eyes, full of thirst for knowledge, some volunteers were holding bags with the words "Project Hope" written on them. I was deeply affected by the donation box with the words "". The moment I was about to donate, I thought of the pen that I dreamed of. Which one should I choose? My heart was swinging like a scale, I don't know Which side should I lean towards? I thought of all the hard work I had put in to save money, and my "balance" was leaning towards the pen. Even though I didn't know whether this decision was correct, I still walked to the stationery store.
< p> I bought the pen. I was holding this brand new pen in my hand, but I couldn’t be happy. The writing was crooked and ugly. At this time, the eyes of the little girl on the poster appeared in my mind. I didn't fall asleep that whole night, and my thoughts kept wandering in the eyes of the officers and soldiers. This matter has become something on my mind.For this matter, I thought about it for a long time before I understood it. Compared with my own pen, the children in the mountainous area need this twenty yuan more than me. Even though it is only twenty yuan, what a help it is to them! I feel guilty and blame myself, and I hate myself. It should be so selfish.
Another weekend, I returned the pen and held the twenty yuan in my hand. Somehow, the twenty yuan felt heavy as I put the money into hope. When I opened the donation box for the project, the heavy stone in my heart finally fell.
Although I have long since lost this worry, my love will definitely continue... Chapter 7 of "My Thoughts".
Everyone has a little secret in their heart. I have such a thing. It always makes me troubled and depressed. I begin to become withdrawn, autistic, unwilling to talk to others, and always A person looks at the sky in a daze. I always feel that life is dull and lacks joy. Today I want to take this opportunity to express my worries.
That happened two years ago. In the summer of last year, our family moved into a new home with two bedrooms and one living room. It was filled with new large color TVs, wardrobes, desks and other new furniture. Only the old iron bed in my parents’ bedroom looked very eye-catching. The new furniture was placed together, looking out of place and inharmonious.
My father is a face-conscious person. He often has guests at home, and he always wants the home to have a new look; while my mother is very nostalgic and is reluctant to throw away anything. As time goes by, the conflict finally intensifies. I am most worried about it. The "war" broke out. The two of them were talking to each other, each with a higher tone than the other, and they completely ignored my existence.
In the past few days, the originally lively dining table became silent again, and every meal was bland and tasteless. The "Cold War" has begun again. They ignored each other and I became their sounding board. In order to ease the depressing atmosphere, I persuaded my mother: "Just sell it, 'take a step back, the sea and the sky will be brighter'!" But my mother always pushed me away and said: "Go, go, go, you are still young, don't I understand." I had no choice but to persuade my father: "Don't sell it..." "No way!" Dad ignored me and sternly rejected it. My painstaking efforts were in vain.
In this way, Mom and Dad were in a stalemate for a long time, neither one wanted to give in. The air in the house seemed to have solidified, and there was no longer the laughter and laughter of the past.
They quarreled over trivial matters every now and then. I often "pressed the gourd and picked up the gourd", and my earnest words were of no avail. They simply did not listen to my dissuasion and did not care about my feelings. Their words also hurt my young heart. How could this not become my concern?
Mom and Dad, I hope you will have more understanding, more tolerance, and more respect, so that our home will be sunny every day instead of cloudy, and let our home be full of laughter and joy every day. Don't be silent and depressed, don't let the shadow cast over my young mind, Mom and Dad, I love you, and you love me too. For my healthy growth, please stop quarreling, and let our family live a happy and worry-free life! Chapter 8 of "Mind Matters"
There will be a small corner deep in everyone's heart, where they cannot communicate with others and can only endure it silently. That little corner holds all my thoughts.
I don’t know when I was no longer haunted by nightmares, but the happy time at that time still appeared in my mind. Over and over again, beating my heart.
A few years ago, there was a new member of my family - a little owl. The first time I saw it, I was fascinated by it. It has gray-black fur and a small, hook-like mouth. A pair of sharp big eyes scanned around like a rigorous searcher. It's so cute. It touches people when it sees them. It's like a very docile kitten. At that time, I fell in love with this little guy.
The owl is getting bigger and bigger, and it has learned to recognize people. Except for me and my family, as long as anyone comes close to it, it will spread its wings and assume a posture of looking at death. Not only was I not angry, I happily gave it a piece of cooked meat. The gentle way it eats meat has nothing to do with its previous ferocity. We eat together, play together, compete together. I was so happy that I forgot myself.
When the owl learned to fly, I looked at the small light in its eyes and made a decision: let it fly! I understand it, it longs to see everything outside. So, I let it go with tears in my eyes. That night, I stayed up all night, thinking about every moment I had with it.
The next day I went up as usual. Looking at it standing quietly in the cage, I cried again.
I am used to letting it fly out to see the outside world. It can fly back before dark, and it seems to feel that I miss it.
Later, it left and never came back. At that time, I panicked and kept comforting myself: it was just having fun, would not be in danger, and would be back soon. I wake up crying every night. I dreamed that it died, dying painfully in front of me.
Soon, I found it in a nearby pond. The corpse was dripping wet, and the cold temperature chilled the bottom of his heart.
It really left like this, but my life has not changed much, except for the absence of its company and the painful memories that come to mind from time to time.
The owl has become the deepest and most painful memory in my heart.
Occasionally, I will stand under the sunset at dusk, waiting for such a gray-black figure to stay in front of me. Let's watch the sunset together. Chapter 9 of "Mind Affairs"
My family lives in a remote place. Due to inconvenient transportation, my father sent me to study abroad and stayed with my second aunt. In the blink of an eye, a few years will pass, but I don’t know when, a kind of melancholy crawled into my heart.
I’m afraid of holidays because I don’t want to go home. When I go home, I have to see my father’s rough hands, and when I go home, I have to face my mother’s wrinkled face.
Before I entered junior high school, our family’s life was okay. However, after I entered junior high school, everything changed. A lot of money was used for my education. My mother’s face, which used to always have a smile on her face, now has a hint of sadness from time to time. All the hopes of my parents are pinned on me. They hope that I will learn more knowledge so that I will no longer be trapped in a remote mountain village and have a foothold in society. But I disappointed them because my academic performance was so poor.
Whenever there is a holiday, the students are so happy, laughing and shouting, running back to their homes. But I was wandering at the station, not knowing how to face my parents when I got home.
When I come to the door of my house, I always lower my head, try to avoid my parents' eyes, and want to quickly walk to my room. But as soon as my parents see me, they put down their work together and look at me with joyful eyes. I quickly took my backpack and asked: "I'm back!" These three simple words contained their deep concern for me, and I could only say "hmm" in pain, and almost burst into tears several times. roll over.
My father asked me how I felt, and my mother quickly put on her apron and cooked for me, as if entertaining distinguished guests from afar. She was busy doing this and that. At this time, I felt even more uncomfortable. My face felt like I had been severely beaten, and it was burning. Because of my study life in the past few years, I could not show them a decent test paper for them to take a look at. In school, my academic performance always failed to improve. My parents cared too much about me, which only made me doubly ashamed and made me feel even more sorry for them. It seemed that the little hope they had for me was gone. Not satisfied, I don’t know what to do.
Every time I went to school, when I reached out to take the money from my parents, I wanted to say to them "I don't want to study anymore" many times, but as soon as the words came to my mouth, I swallowed them again, because I I don't want to see them sad. I went back to school with my parents' hopes, and then went home to face my parents with a guilty disappointment.
I don’t want to go home, I don’t want to see the weather-beaten faces of my parents, and I don’t want to hear their words of hope, because I don’t have excellent grades.
What will I use to repay them in the future? "My Heart" Chapter 10
Heart is an elusive thing. It may not come when it comes, but it slips away quietly. No one can escape it or escape it.
I originally lived every day carefree, but the coming of the midterm exam brought me a lot of worries: my math geometry, Chinese reading, and English listening all made me uneasy. , so I quickly reviewed to avoid getting a bad grade.
I usually do well in the exam, but I still feel unsure. So I was restless every day. If I failed in the exam, my parents would tell me that I felt uncomfortable and lost face.
After taking the exam, I knew I had failed the exam and I was always depressed.
A few days later, I got the transcript. When I saw it, it was terrible. Just blame me for being careless, and the mistakes I made should not have been made. When I got home, I planned not to tell my parents. My mother suddenly said: "Where is the test report card?" I was frightened. I hurriedly found the report card and gave it to my mother. Mom took the report card and looked at it, and my heart was in my throat. My mother looked at it, frowned, and said, "What happened? I took so few exams. I also got the calculation questions wrong. I'm not humble at all. I'm so proud and complacent!"
Proud and complacent! These four questions are wrong. This word swallowed my heart like a poisonous snake, causing my grades to plummet. I am determined to get rid of them. Being down-to-earth is my new ambition, and modesty and prudence should be my style!
"Don't be discouraged, son! Failure is the mother of success. Why should a man be afraid of a small failure?" !" Dad patted my shoulder seriously and encouraged me. "Forget it this time, we have to sum up our experience and work hard next time. To build a tall building from the ground, it all depends on laying a solid foundation. Studying is like building a tall building. If you don't study hard and don't lay a good foundation, when it comes to the exam, you will just cram for it. ', isn't it the same as not reviewing? Isn't it a waste of work?"
Yes, failure is the mother of success. I can't lose confidence and lose myself just because I failed an exam. I want to stand up and pursue my dreams unremittingly. Although everything cannot be successful every time, I will try my best to deal with it. I failed the test this time. I must learn to understand through failure and understand through success. Only if you are not afraid of failure and stand up again and again with perseverance, can you enjoy the joy of success!
In fact, it doesn’t matter if a person has his own worries, the most important thing is to throw his own worries away. As long as you find a way to solve your worries, you can live every day as if it didn't happen. This is the most important thing. On the road of life, there are countless worries. We must treat them rationally and not treat them as a knot in our heart. You can’t turn a blind eye either. Correct resolution of your concerns is the key.