There are all kinds of beauty in this world: uniformity is beauty, unevenness is beauty, tranquility is beauty, and noise is beauty. Beauty is everywhere.
However, there is another kind of beauty that is often overlooked or even unacceptable, and that is loneliness. Man is a group animal, so it is easy to know that man is instinctively afraid of loneliness. But loneliness is not autism. More often, it is a state. Sometimes, loneliness can show a lofty realm that ordinary people can't reach and become a different kind of beauty.
Confucius traveled around the world, but he was never accepted. Because of his advanced vision and cognition, everyone could not understand him. Once, someone wanted to visit Confucius, but he didn't know the way to Confucius' house, so he asked a man who guarded the city gate. Knowing that he was going to visit Confucius, the gatekeeper said, "Oh, the one who knows what he can't do?" It is so appropriate to evaluate Confucius' "knowing what he can't do". Because it is "impossible", it is not accepted. He just "does", so people can't understand him. Confucius fell into deep loneliness. What's more, it is also used to satirize Confucius. Confucius and Luz went out. On the way, Luz asked someone for directions. Knowing that it was Luz, the man said, "Is your teacher Confucius? He knows the way. " In fact, Confucius is the only one who is lonely, and there are many others. It has long been lamented that ancient sages were "lonely", while those uneducated "drinkers" were famous for a while.
But this loneliness will not last forever, and history will also remove those lonely people. As early as the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wudi of the Han Dynasty ousted hundreds of schools of thought and respected Confucianism alone. Today, Confucius is identified as the greatest educator in China; More than 72 Nobel Prize winners signed their names, claiming that only the "Confucius-Mencius Way" can save this crisis-ridden and contradictory world. Confucius was finally no longer lonely. His loneliness before his death, in turn, highlighted his extraordinary wisdom, long-term vision and profound thoughts, which won him the respect and admiration of the world. So, don't be biased and don't be afraid of loneliness. If others don't understand, let them speak and go their own way.
Maybe this loneliness will bring you ups and downs and pain. Don't worry, it's only temporary. We should be full of confidence. As long as we firmly believe that we are right, we should be full of hope for the future. One day, people will find your value, and then you won't be lonely.
And your loneliness before is not only a precious wealth, but also other beautiful touches in your life. Another kind of warmth
It's snowing.
Clean snowflakes fall one after another, covering the lonely and noisy city, leaving only silence and tranquility.
I tightened my coat and walked quietly in the snow. It's beautiful when it snows, and even more beautiful at night. Because there was no chaos and noise in the past, only peace, and the mood of irritability during the day was fleeting.
I still walked quietly along the roadside and looked up. I saw the bustling streets, suddenly like an abandoned wasteland, cold and dark. Occasionally, a few shadows flash by, but they pass by in a hurry, like a gust of wind, coming quietly without leaving a trace.
I walked on, but I accidentally heard a cheerful voice in the distance. Take a closer look and see a group of children rolling, screaming and laughing happily in the snow. Everyone can feel their joy. I can't help but stop and watch different noises rise in this quiet place. However, this noise didn't bother me. This is different from the usual noise in this lonely city. This is an expression of my heartfelt happiness. Looking at them, I can't help but think of my childhood, the carefree time. I couldn't help smiling. Strangely, those children also showed sincere smiles in my direction. I don't know if they are smiling at me, but I can really feel the warmth brought by this stranger.
I walked on, still with a residual smile on my face, and my mood was not so heavy (it didn't seem heavy at first), but a little relaxed. Just when I was silent in my memory, I only heard a bang. Although the voice is not loud, it is very clear in this lonely snowy night. I looked up and saw a leaning bike not far away. Seeing her expression, I knew she was in pain. I couldn't help walking up to her and extending my hand to her. At first, she looked at me in surprise, and then she took my hand. Just as I turned to leave, a clear voice came into my ear, "Thank you, sister." I turned my head, and the bright smiling face of the little girl caught my eye. Suddenly, a burst of warmth rose in my heart, the warmth brought by this stranger.
I walked on, facing the cold weather, I was no longer afraid, because I had a different kind of warmth, the warmth brought by this stranger.
Bieyang nianhua
Some people say that the life of middle school students is as monotonous as a hundred pieces of paper, lacking the color of the times, but as a middle school student, I want to say that our life is a symphony, no matter whether its tone is low or high, it is full of rhythm. Which middle school student doesn't want to play the strongest voice in his short life before ending his middle school life?
I remember that before the mid-term exam, everyone in the class was shouting; "As soon as the senior high school entrance examination is over, I will send all the books to the acquisition station, out of sight, out of sight." This is of course a joke, but it also reflects a side of middle school life. Now two-month-old high school students have lived. I don't know how many manuscripts I used and how many bottles of ink I drank. From wind to cyclone, from logarithmic function to power function, an abstract function suddenly came out, from objects to restrictive attributes and unrestricted attributes! I'm exhausted, but if you let me sit quietly during the holiday, or leave my textbook to watch TV, I can't do it, as if I owe something. Yes, studying and living is hard, but only by paying the price can we gain something. Just like land reclamation, sweat flowed on my face and blood bubbles were worn out by injuries, but I still repeated my daily actions to create vitality in this originally lifeless land. Although it makes people feel monotonous, the golden autumn season is coming, and rolling rice waves is the reward for my hard work. This is the study life of middle school students. There is sweetness in poverty and joy in boredom. Because we gained knowledge, increased our ability and learned to think, we clearly recorded half of the complete notes on the music score.
14, 16, 17-year-old middle school students are sometimes as naive and naughty as children; Sometimes I am as thoughtful and depressed as an adult. I remember one day, I missed two trees because I participated in the competition. I don't know what to do. I've been cursing the boredom of high school life. At this time, the English teacher said that my English score was the first in my class, and then I smiled shyly. 180' s face has changed, hehe! This is me, this is my study life, ups and downs, tears and laughter, hesitation and comfort intertwined. Although there are many setbacks, the joy of success will soon talk about sadness. It is replaced by new confidence, new strength and new hope. This is a real symphony, deep, happy and soothing. Anyway, can you explain that it's just boring?
Three years will soon pass, and I will cherish this different time, appreciate it more and complain less.
Another Kind of Love
Whenever people talk about mom and dad, one word always comes to mind: strict father's loving mother. People think that fathers love their children less than mothers, and naturally think of words like "cruel" and "eccentric" to describe fathers. Of course, I am no exception. When a father is strict, it is often understood as indifference. My father is a little introverted and strict with me.
I really understand. Whenever I ask my father for words I can't write, he always hands me a dictionary. Whenever I ask my father a question, he always helps me draw and analyze.
Or find a simple topic of the same type for me to do; Whenever I take off my dirty clothes and want to go out to play, my father always lets me wash them myself. whenever ...
Whenever this time, I really envy my friend Xia, who has a good father to be proud of. Dad does the puzzles in the book; Dad washes the dirty clothes he took off; Dad will pick me up after school, and he can buy whatever he wants. She can act like a spoiled brat in front of her father and be happy like a little angel all day. No one in our class can be happier than her.
Not counting these, there is another thing that makes me even sadder. That's when I learned to ride a bike. I practiced for a long time that day and just learned a little. My mother was afraid that I would fall, so she followed closely to hold the car. But dad not only stood far away, but also said loudly to his mother, "Let go of her hand and let her ride by herself. You will never learn when you are old. " As soon as my mother let go, the handlebar swayed from side to side. With a bang, I fell to the ground with my car and legs, and my sad tears suddenly flowed out. I thought to myself, other people's children learn to ride a bike, which one is not protected by their parents? But I ... at this moment, my mother came over and asked me if I was okay, but my father shouted in the distance, "Leave her alone and let her get up by herself!" " "I don't know if this is courage or anger, but I stood up strongly, helped my car up and rode again ... As a result, I learned to ride a bike at an amazing speed.
Later, I lived on campus. I washed my dirty clothes, cooked by myself and packed my things. Other students are envious of me, and the teacher praised me. Now that I think of my father's strictness to me at that time, I understand his good intentions!
Of course, the father is a little stricter than the mother, but "I hope my son will succeed and my daughter will succeed" is every parent's greatest wish. At this moment, I understood fatherly love.