I am carrying a schoolbag, with a dusty body, strolling slowly, immersed in the fragrance of street snacks. The night market has opened, and countless neon lights are on, emitting enchanting light and attracting people's attention. There is everything in the night market, a dazzling array of ornaments, all kinds of gadgets ... Many adults lead their children around one house after another, and occasionally take out a few things, with smiles on their faces.
The night market is noisy but full of surprises.
Walking on the road, all kinds of cars are flowing. I looked in curiously and found that there were children in the back seat of the car, as if they were hard-working parents. Looking at those people running around, I suddenly feel very sad: Are they like this every day, breaking their hearts for their livelihood and their children's study, but not giving themselves time to have fun?
I shook my head pitifully and walked on.
Finally, I want to go home. Although the sky has been swallowed up by darkness, the performance of the cold wind has reached its climax, and my back is cold. Darkness is really hateful.
Looking around, darkness occupied my eyes. They are like an abyss, terrible and helpless. I quickened my pace and tried to get out of this hateful darkness. Suddenly, the roadside lights began to flash. He went out, but he struggled to give out a faint light, like the last struggle before his death. Gradually, the light became darker and darker, and I felt a fear coming from my heart. The cold wind rustled across the sparse grass. It found a piece of skin that was not covered by clothes and suddenly stabbed it.
This place, no matter how many times you go, is still scary. ...
I looked up and finally saw the light that would not go out. The figure of a family fighting is reflected in the window. Standing downstairs, I seem to feel the heat and cheerful atmosphere upstairs. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door on the first floor, suddenly feeling warm. I ran to the third floor, and the wooden stairs jingled at my feet, signaling to my family that I was back.
Finally arrived. I slammed the door panting: "I'm back!" " "A stream of heat hits the face and is comfortable." Finally back, so slow. ""eat quickly. "My mother told me with a freshly baked soup, and the soup is very fragrant.
"The smell of human fireworks can touch the hearts of mortals the most." "Look at raw chickens, live ducks, fresh and watery melons and vegetables, and red peppers. Living is a pleasure. " Sometimes, we don't have to envy those elegant things. The smell of fireworks may make you more attached.
It was getting late, the sky was gradually covered with a layer of gray, and the biting cold wind began its performance.
I am carrying a schoolbag, with a dusty body, strolling slowly, immersed in the fragrance of street snacks. The night market has opened, and countless neon lights are on, emitting enchanting light and attracting people's attention. There is everything in the night market, a dazzling array of ornaments, all kinds of gadgets ... Many adults lead their children around one house after another, and occasionally take out a few things, with smiles on their faces.
The night market is noisy but full of surprises.
Walking on the road, all kinds of cars are flowing. I looked in curiously and found that there were children in the back seat of the car, as if they were hard-working parents. Looking at those people running around, I suddenly feel very sad: Are they like this every day, breaking their hearts for their livelihood and their children's study, but not giving themselves time to have fun?
I shook my head pitifully and walked on.
Finally, I want to go home. Although the sky has been swallowed up by darkness, the performance of the cold wind has reached its climax, and my back is cold. Darkness is really hateful.
Looking around, darkness occupied my eyes. They are like an abyss, terrible and helpless. I quickened my pace and tried to get out of this hateful darkness. Suddenly, the roadside lights began to flash. He went out, but he struggled to give out a faint light, like the last struggle before his death. Gradually, the light became darker and darker, and I felt a fear coming from my heart. The cold wind rustled across the sparse grass. It found a piece of skin that was not covered by clothes and suddenly stabbed it.
This place, no matter how many times you go, is still scary. ...
I looked up and finally saw the light that would not go out. The figure of a family fighting is reflected in the window. Standing downstairs, I seem to feel the heat and cheerful atmosphere upstairs. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door on the first floor, suddenly feeling warm. I ran to the third floor, and the wooden stairs jingled at my feet, signaling to my family that I was back.
Finally arrived. I slammed the door panting: "I'm back!" " "A stream of heat hits the face and is comfortable." Finally back, so slow. ""eat quickly. "My mother told me with a freshly baked soup, and the soup is very fragrant.
"The smell of human fireworks can touch the hearts of mortals the most." "Look at raw chickens, live ducks, fresh and watery melons and vegetables, and red peppers. Living is a pleasure. " Sometimes, we don't have to envy those elegant things. The smell of fireworks may make you more attached.
Article 3: It is the most fleeting trace of the human fireworks composition of about 600 words. Who can remember? -inscription
The flame is beating, especially dazzling in this dark night. The flame spread to the fuse and was still beating.
I, holding a bunch of fireworks, stood in the boundless night, watching the fireworks burn out one by one, thinking in my heart ... I don't know how long it took, letting the darkness invade.
This is the last fireworks, forever, the last one. I don't know why, my expression became solemn. I lit the match with a bang and let the beating flame climb the fuse.
The fireworks lit and the flames broke out. The long night adds a touch of bright color. It sang a fearless song, and sparks poured out, fell to the ground, merged with the darkness, and finally disappeared.
Even so, the fireworks did not stop burning, still shining with their stubborn light. The night is dark, the stars are thin, the moon is dark and the wind is crazy. Fireworks burn the body wantonly, bringing a little warmth, light and hope. In the bright fire, I saw the ever-burning lamp and the nomination list; I saw the long-distance running and wandering figure; Saw the cold monument of the ancient tomb; Strong brother is slow; Seeing love and hate, they are entangled; Seeing the rising sun, the stagnant water turns blue slightly; I saw the soldier who kept advancing ... I wanted to look for it, find the treasure and waste my life.
I don't know when, the vigorous fire gradually dimmed and became a tiny flame, looming in the night when the north wind roared. He gasped weakly, but did not give in to the darkness, and still used his meager strength to shine on the darkness.
The wind is getting stronger.
In an instant, the shadow of the flame disappeared in the wind and the endless night.
So warm, so magnificent, so shocking. The fireworks only burned for a minute, but during these sixty seconds, he didn't slack off, groan or complain. The blazing fire burned his heart, but he was not afraid. He is willing to do more in a short time, turning humble life into a flame and dispelling darkness and cold.
In the blink of an eye, it is already in a hurry and the cycle is endless. How many people can leave traces? Fall into the darkness again. The wind blew through my ears and sang in the treetops. I stood in the wind, holding a bunch of fireworks in my hand, my eyes shining with flames and staring into the distance.
Chapter four: Before we can see life clearly in about 600 words, we are stuck at the end of the road of "those who walk a hundred miles are half ninety", holding spears and expressing those sharp with pain unabashedly. After an epiphany, the mountains and rivers are just memories. After all, "food from all directions is a bowl of fireworks on earth."
The occasional trance when a person pursues wisdom, the helplessness of people who are sad and painful and can't be trusted, and the true cowardice of themselves in the dead of night are all loneliness. You know it exists, but you never think it can break the excitement. It is not until loneliness has penetrated into your heart and forced you to find a cure for the disease that you realize that loneliness is an addiction that you can't control. It is not bad to feel lonely, but it is unwise to try to get rid of loneliness. It is loneliness that makes you unique. Fear of loneliness lies in the difference behind our fear-different eyes attracted by different behaviors. When you are lonely, everyone is the same. In his later years, Mr Jiang Yang watched his daughter and husband die one after another. She chose to spend her spare time by writing. The three of us were born out of Mr. Wang enjoying loneliness. Mr. Jiang Yang, who is seriously old, shows us that loneliness can also be serious. Only by enjoying loneliness can we accept life calmly. Everything is the best arrangement. You don't have to toss and turn, so live in peace with life.
"I am selfish, impatient and insecure. I will do something wrong, lose my temper, and sometimes I will be difficult to get along with. If you can't tolerate my worst side, then you don't deserve my best side. " Monroe once said this. The construction of trust between people is based on understanding and tolerance, and people get along with each other. When you witness the subconscious sadness of those broken flowers, have you ever thought deeply about why they are dusty, why you are lonely, and do you really understand this subconscious sadness? Han Xizai, who was deeply powerless in the face of the decadent and dark Southern Tang Dynasty, began to question his once complacent self. Finally, he "reveled" in the debauchery of life and drowned himself with decay. He really understood that he could not serve the country, and he was willing to be buried with this building after the failure of resistance. Knowing yourself does not mean fighting loneliness, but beginning to forgive, forgive loneliness, forgive yourself and forgive life. Even if God is never kind, please be kind to your love for this world.
"Before me, where was the past era? Behind me, where are the future generations? . I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, and my tears fall. " Unappreciated Chen Ziang sighed on the stage of Youzhou, and his loneliness stems from his untimely birth and brilliant talent. And before and after him, countless people with the same sadness, or drinking alone with the moon, or whistling with the mountains. Through time and space, so many people stand quietly with you, and it is a little sad to think about it. When you come to this world, you always have to experience something. There is no need to pursue fluency excessively. The past will be your half poem, and no one can change it. For example, the restoration of historical sites pays attention to "repairing the old as before and prolonging the life with illness", and so do people. Hawking responded to others' concerns and sympathy with humorous remarks during most of his life in a wheelchair. For him, loneliness has never been a shackle, but the best medal for his tireless exploration of the world. Good and bad are all yours. No matter how others are, you have to accept yourself.
I am you and you are me. We will feel lonely, but we will have a lively life. We are imprisoned by time, but we can transcend life. We are mortal, and we are also the sun, the moon and the stars. Standing on the earth, we will worry about the world. In fact, whether it is cigarettes or cigarettes, it is just our share of fireworks.
Article 5: The most tacky fireworks composition is red bean glutinous rice with about 600 words, which is one of the simplest foods in sea salt. Every winter, I worship my grandfather. At that time, I always cooked a large pot of fragrant red bean glutinous rice. Red and bright glutinous rice and round purple red beans blend together, and they collide with each other to produce a charming fragrance.
Last year, grandma cooked red beans and glutinous rice on the old stove in the country as always. Grandma smiled and put the red beans in the pot on the stove, and then added firewood to the stove. The crackling sound was endless. In a short time, grandma lifted the lid, poured a pot of plump glutinous rice into the pot, and carefully covered the lid, but the rich fragrance had already permeated the air, hooking up my greedy bug. Approaching, the smell of firewood burning and the smell of red beans and glutinous rice make my mouth water unconsciously. Grandma smiled and said to me, "Wait a little longer, and the pot will be cooked soon."
I have been waiting for these dozens of minutes. I couldn't wait to see the red bean glutinous rice served by my grandmother, but the result was disappointing: the red bean was always broken, and the glutinous rice was full of red juice from the red bean, which lazily stuck together and fell asleep. I muttered in disappointment, "That's it?" Grandma is still smiling. She said to me, "Have a drink. Very delicious. " I dare not resist, so I have to take out the bowl and spoon, dig out a large piece and put it in the bowl, and carefully put a small piece in my mouth. The strong fragrance filled my mouth instantly, but it was too weak! I have a feeling of "tasteless food, but it's a pity to abandon it". I can't spit it out, I can't swallow it, and I'm very sad.
So, I secretly went to the kitchen to "steal" a bag of sugar and sprinkled it on red bean glutinous rice. I thought that my "Zhuge Liang" 37 coup was successful, and I couldn't help laughing my mouth full of glutinous rice. Suddenly, the density of glutinous rice, the softness of red beans, and the sweetness of sugar made my facial features dislocate in an instant! So this is the smell of fireworks!
After that, I went on a trip and ate all the delicious food in China, but I still found the red beans and glutinous rice in my hometown the most touching. I think that although thousands of delicious foods in the world are delicious, I always feel blind. How does it taste? It must be a hometown full of fireworks! I think.
Every time I go to my grandmother's house, I am always woken up by a greedy bug in my stomach the next morning. That greedy bug has smelled rice rolls in the breakfast shop next door.
Next door to grandma's house is the rice rolls stall. Just entering the door, there is a square case board with a square steamer and layers of drawers on it. The huge ship keeps emitting attractive smoke. The smiling boss stood behind and was busy. I saw him pull out the first floor of the drawer with one hand and scoop up a spoonful of batter with the other hand and lay it flat on the drawer. After a few skillful knocks, the batter immediately became flat and transparent. Then quickly push it back to the drawer and prepare the egg liquid, minced meat and vegetables immediately. When I opened the drawer again, the rice rolls skin was already brightly spread there. The boss spread out the ingredients and shoveled them over and over again. I expect that rice rolls will be released in half a year. Minnan people like to call small shops "stalls". Every time they think of this word, they will think of the feeling of selling snacks in the alley of the old story. This kind of flowing baggage, because I don't know when it will come, I don't know whether it will come today. As a result, the snacks on the baggage have become extremely delicious every time. Even with Hawking's voice, there is a charming aroma of fireworks.
Even if you can eat all kinds of North and South dishes everywhere now, my favorite is my grandmother's rice rolls stall-a small storefront, a few simple folding tables, plastic chairs, a smiling boss, no recipes, what to pickle today and what to side dishes, depending on which dishes the boss thinks are fresh and delicious today. Sometimes when I pass by, Uncle rice rolls stops me: "Sister, this meat has just been marinated. Cut a piece of your armor and have a look. " So from time to time, I can eat a delicious piece of marinated tofu, a crispy duck skin, and even a pot of half-baked defective eggs. In memory, these "leftovers" are more delicious than any five-star dish. This rice rolls stall is not like a restaurant, but more like a kitchen at home. Hungry morning, greedy insects crawling around at night. There is always a delicious food that makes you feel at ease, and a person that makes you feel at ease is waiting for you.
I once discussed with my mother who always cooks in the dark what food tastes like. That's memory, and the ups and downs in memory are the ups and downs of food. And rice rolls stall owner's kitchen fireworks make this simple rice rolls very delicious and irreplaceable.