Sudden separation
In English class, Ye Jie left, and so did Yi Jie. Of the four chattering sisters who were together in those days, only jy and I were still together, trapped in loneliness.
I thought about leaving, but I didn't expect it to come so suddenly A few days ago, we were still in a warm classroom and agreed with a smile: "Let's finish learning this book together!" ""well, then, let's go together and scare the teacher. " "That's settled. No one can leave early. " "Ha ..." However, these agreements, like those beautiful agreements, fade away as time goes by. Jy and I were still in the same place, but we were scattered in the vast sea of people and lost the news.
Although we have different personalities, we are all equally warm and kind, so we gather in such a big English class. When class is over, we never run around like those little girls with braids. We just pull the chairs together and talk happily about a subject. We haven't been together for a long time, only a few months, but our friendship has gradually precipitated and deepened. Sing together, complain together, talk about your idols together, pretend to quarrel for your idols, but quickly hold hands and laugh happily.
Ye Jie's departure is a sign. Before she left, she always sat beside me bored, sometimes without books and pens, just sitting in the classroom and waiting for a while, sometimes complaining about the teacher's nagging. She has erased her former vitality, never smiles again, and often mentions things like "leaving". Then, Ye Zijie said that she left that day and never studied again. Yi Jie opened her eyes wide and looked at Ye Jie brightly, pleading, "yy, don't go!" " Sister Ye rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "All right, I'll accompany you." "Good ..." Everyone clapped their hands together, not to mention how happy they were! However, in the end, Sister Ye hung her head and said, "I'm not going to learn." In the second class, Ye Jie and Yi Jie never appeared again. These beautiful things, all gone, slipped away quietly. When I look at jy, I am often inexplicably sad-I am afraid that this surviving friendship will no longer exist.
Three umbrellas
In the rain, under the umbrella
Rain moistens everything in the world, and all life in the world is bathed in this gift from heaven. Many nostalgic events happen in rainy days, and many profound philosophies are understood in rainy days. Perhaps, rainy day is a beautiful day.
Childhood, rainy days are beautiful, and the flowers and plants outside the window are immersed in the rain. Listen to the rain gently hitting the roof and dripping. Slowly, I was immersed in this rainy world.
When it begins to rain outside the window, I will lie prone in front of the window, listen to the falling rain and look at the outside world. I will be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. Whenever this happens, grandpa will hold up a dark green umbrella, and I will jump under his umbrella and walk into the rainy world with him.
In the rain, everything in the world is quietly enjoying the moisture of nature. Looking up is dark green, and then look at grandpa's head is dark green and gray. "Grandpa, the umbrella is crooked!" I remind grandpa. Grandpa smiled and replied, "No!" Obviously, I refused, really. I thought to myself.
At home, grandpa's body is always dry and wet. At this time, I will hand over a towel and say, "Grandpa, you just don't believe me when I tell you that my umbrella is crooked." At this time, grandpa will come into the house again with a smile. I stood there, but I didn't understand what was going on.
It was another rainy day in a blink of an eye. Grandpa and I walked in this rainy world again, but our positions were changed. I have been holding an umbrella for Grandpa. Walking, "grandson, the umbrella is crooked!" " "Grandpa reminded me. When I looked at my head, I suddenly realized that people holding umbrellas would rather get wet than take shelter from the rain. Ah! Until now, I didn't know that when I was a child, my grandfather deliberately put the umbrella on my side because he didn't want me to get wet. So am I now. I don't want my grandfather to get wet in the rain. What a great concern! At this time, I also smiled and said, "No! "
Walking with grandpa in this rainy world, I feel so warm and happy under the umbrella. It is so beautiful under the umbrella in the rain. Love spreads under the umbrella. ...
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The man in the umbrella
When it rains, I like to stand by the window and watch people walking in the rain with umbrellas: sitting on the windowsill and listening to the sound of rain hitting the umbrella.
The rain is crazy. It wants everything under its control. So it doesn't let go of any corner, always covers the place it covers as much as possible and keeps going underground. But sometimes it's childish. When you are happy, it will rain a little, making people walk in this poetic rain. When you are unhappy, you will splash down, and the washed road is full of water, flowing like a river. Rain is very powerful. It can come to this world with strong winds and lightning. Even so, there is always one thing that can compete with rain-an umbrella.
In "Fighting over the Rain in the Mountains", you can always see all kinds of people carrying all kinds of umbrellas. Huge raindrops hit the umbrella, "drumming", like a rhythmic symphony of the richest man.
When we were children, we were very naughty. When it rains, if it happens to be in the park, some friends will pick some lotus leaves and put them on their heads as umbrellas, watching the crystal raindrops hanging from the lotus leaves. That umbrella protected us at that time, when we were pure and without any impurities. That umbrella is like a beautiful fairy tale. No intrigue, no hypocrisy, no affectation, only a wonderful forest and a beautiful princess.
When I grow up, I go to school. When it rains, my parents always give me a dark blue umbrella, which is full of parents' advice and concern. Whenever I hold several heavy umbrellas, I feel the warmth of home. It created a new world for me in the rain, so that I can go forward bravely no matter where I am.
Later, the big dark blue umbrella couldn't satisfy me, so in the following days, I had a transparent folding umbrella. This umbrella was given to me by my friend on my birthday. I hold it in my hand, which is very warm, just like holding our friendship. Walking in the rain with this umbrella, there is a transparent sky overhead. Walking in the rain, although holding an umbrella, it seems that raindrops will fall on me at any time. What a wonderful mood.
Once, my friend and I took an umbrella for a walk in the rain. She said to me, "Do you like umbrellas?" "yes." "Not many people may like umbrellas, but you like them, which is very rare." "Hehe." "But just like it is not enough. Do you know anything about umbrellas? " Do you understand? I'm a little overwhelmed. "I ... maybe I don't understand." "You know what? Every umbrella looks like a person. Guess what? Maybe, in the next life, I will be an umbrella. "
A kind of person?
Perhaps, parents are the big dark blue umbrella, just like parents' care and care. Under the care of our parents, we go further and further, rain or shine. We grow up slowly under the care of our parents: when we fail, our parents comfort us and tell us to learn lessons; When we succeeded, our parents were happy for us and reminded us not to be proud. As we go further and further in the storm, time passes quietly, we become more and more mature, and our parents are getting older. In spite of this, they worked tirelessly and made efforts for us, leaving nothing in return.
Perhaps, my friend, it is the transparent umbrella. There is no worry between friends, just like a transparent umbrella. Everyone can see each other's inner world through transparent paper. With the company of friends, even when you are sad, just a few jokes, songs and phone calls can sweep away the haze in your heart and inject warm sunshine. They soothe our hearts and are the spirits that open our hearts.
I really want to understand what my friend said. Be an umbrella, a selfless umbrella, an umbrella that cares for others, and an umbrella that protects others from the wind and rain.
Make an umbrella, make a lotus leaf umbrella, protect the child's simple heart, and let the child roam freely in the fairy tale world.
Make an umbrella, a big dark blue umbrella, so that children can have their own free sky and fly freely in their own sky at all times.
Be an umbrella, be a transparent umbrella, let friends solve problems at any time and inject sunshine into others' hearts.
Make an umbrella, make an umbrella of love, it doesn't need to be big, but it should be able to shelter people from the wind and rain: it is not valued by many people, but it can always help others when they need it. When I played my role well, I also gained endless happiness and happiness!
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Love is an umbrella.
I once saw an example in the Book of Ideas. A mother protected her child with her body for the safety of her child. The child was miraculously only slightly bruised, but the mother endured great pain for the child, just to feed the child.
In fact, at that moment, it suddenly occurred to me that love is an umbrella.
Love built around the cold will always form an umbrella to block the darkness.
The simplest love comes from parents, who are the best candidates to build an umbrella. While protecting us, they also protect everything around us with umbrellas.
Love is an umbrella, covering the cold and blocking the gap.
At that time, we were too young Sometimes, we don't understand what kind of metaphor love needs.
At that time, I still remember that I liked to push the quilt when I was a child. This habit hasn't changed much in my old age. Maybe it was an important mistake growing up. Because I always feel that I haven't grown up yet. Actually, I couldn't sleep one night, so I didn't sleep. I just closed my eyes and pretended to take a nap.
Reflecting the moonlight, I realized that at night, my mother got up again and again to cover me with a quilt in case I was frozen. Yes, I don't sleep honestly, even if it's cold. When I woke up several times, the quilt was half on the ground, so most of it was frozen.
Only when mom and dad cover the quilt will they be so careful. Close the quilt carefully without disturbing me, and then wrap it tightly. Suddenly I feel that this is the existence of an umbrella, blocking the cold and blocking the gap.
I don't know when I began to contradict my parents for myself and began to regret it. ...
Love is an umbrella, covering up a little danger.
In summer, because I live on the first floor, I often meet mosquitoes, a fierce "blood-sucking" animal. Although I have repeatedly stressed that I don't think mosquitoes at all, I have to give in to the "iron mouth" bitten by mosquitoes several times. Parents always give birth to the most ordinary and greatest love in the world. Soon, the voice of electric flies crackled, reflecting bright lights, and some lightning flashed, but with the sound of mosquitoes, they finally got used to it and could have a good sleep.
My mother always walks back and forth in my room with an electric mosquito swatter, wears a nightgown, and then stands on tiptoe, struggling to wave mosquitoes at high places.
Just because I won't be bitten by mosquitoes, but I don't care much about myself.
Suddenly, I realized that this is another kind of umbrella, which blocked a danger that I would not accept. Parents always do. Their love will always exist like an umbrella. They want to give the best and try their best to turn love into an umbrella to block all difficulties.
Love is an umbrella. Hold the handle with your hand. Open the umbrella. Sometimes I don't know if it weighs a thousand pounds.
Parents' love is always endless speculation, and the original intention is the same. In times of difficulty, they will open their arms and play the game of "the eagle catches the chicken" like a hen feeding its young.
Sometimes the umbrella will be too heavy, which constitutes the so-called doting. But fortunately, my parents never share too much. Love children, but also pay attention. Because umbrellas can't cover all the dirt after all, some things still have to be faced by themselves.
Leave a broken bamboo umbrella after the rain.
The scenery is very gentle, just like the love of parents is very gentle. Sometimes, I don't know how to cherish love, so I leave for protection.
But remember, love is an umbrella. Warm, cover up some sadness and hardship.
Growth requires pressure.
There is no need to pursue flowers in the greenhouse; Don't long for everything to be smooth sailing; Your wish can be easily realized without daydreaming. The only thing that keeps people alive is pressure. Only in this way can life be perfect. The competition is fierce and the society is cruel. The world can't be in your hands, it belongs to everyone. It's won by competition and won by strength. There will be seven-color rainbows after the storm tomorrow. After an effort, I will feel that everything is beautiful. Don't always stay ahead of everything, and don't always think that good things will happen to you. Don't always be overwhelmed by setbacks. Because setbacks will match your success. Growth requires pressure. It's stress that pushes you forward and makes you realize that you really have shortcomings. It is pressure that keeps us progressing and succeeding. After entering middle school, although the results are not very top-notch. However, I set myself a high goal. Because I understand that she is a pressure on me, but I firmly believe that I will surpass her. In this way, I study hard every day After several exams, my grades are still far behind hers, but I firmly believe that I can surpass her. I work hard and persist, one step at a time. Although I was under great pressure, I finally persisted because she was also making progress. Gradually. I passed by her and I smiled with relief. I am deeply grateful to her from the bottom of my heart. It is she who keeps me improving and improving myself. I will be happy every time I succeed. Today, I still insist, very reserved and cautious. Laugh till the end, sow with tears and reap with a smile. Stress, growth drugs, sweet milk. Growth can not be separated from pressure, but also needs pressure. Treating stress as a good thing will often make you succeed and make continuous progress. Every time you succeed, you should appreciate the pressure. Now, set yourself a goal, don't be afraid, work hard and taste the joy of success brought by pressure! You will be closer to success and mature step by step. Reach the peak of success!