It seems that the child is motionless. My parents are very busy at work and have no time to take care of me. Therefore, the task of my kindergarten transfer falls on my grandmother. Grandma is a quiet woman and never expresses her love. However, her position, like a trickle, interweaves and moistens my heart.
Bicycle The most unforgettable thing about the clunky old bicycle is Grandma. Now, its rusty bicycle chain has been tortured, and its rusty frame has gone through many years of vicissitudes, as if the time for talking has passed quickly. However, 10 years ago, it was so new that my grandmother and I had a happy and short childhood.
Spring, rebirth, flowers bloom and fall, and green grass touches my curious heart. Every time you hear the sound of "ga ga ga", I know grandma is riding a bike! Therefore, the wildflowers that go down to the roadside often see the figure of a little old man, riding a bicycle and so on. At ordinary times, grandma will suddenly stop, raise my delicate little hand and flowers with his rough big hands, and then put a most beautiful flower on my head. He praised my beauty again and again. I will be happy to think that I am the most beautiful girl in the world, but I don't know, she is just an ugly duckling. However, this gives me unlimited confidence.
In summer, the sun scorches the earth viciously, and the earth is like a hot stove and human sweat. Every time grandma will buy me a one-dollar salty popsicle to satisfy my little wish. Compared with different flavors of colds, salt water popsicles are almost nothing. But when I hold a popsicle in my hand and see the envious eyes of others, my heart is so proud-my grandmother is proud. I always lick the salt water on the popsicle, and grandma rides a bicycle while listening to the familiar and kind voice of Gadamer. The hot summer is long gone.
Autumn is cool and leaves rustle. Yellow butterflies like to dance in autumn. It is easy to catch a cold in autumn. I am weak, sick and coughing, every time in autumn. Grandma, there is a cushion on the back seat of the bicycle unconsciously. The hot air filled my whole body and warmed my heart. I don't know why, since then, every autumn, I have stopped catching a cold and my body is stronger than before.
In winter, the northwest wind roared like a sharp knife. My hands often get very dry. A crack is a crack. When grandma holds my cold little hand with her warm hand. Even on the bike, I didn't forget that my grandmother asked me to heat your hand in her pocket. I remember the temperature in grandma's pocket, really, even warmer than a hot water bottle.
In this way, grandma's bike has carried me through countless years. Now, the bike is tired, grandma, I have grown up. However, grandma's bike is always too new in my heart, just like 10 years ago. goose
I did leave the group once, my silence, I'm sure, I was depressed, but no one knew my silence, I'm sure, I was depressed.
Once, the pronoun of the collective, to me, was just a lot of people, just waiting for the adult ceremony. School, entertainment, lifestyle, from stakeholders. I can give up like I don't like engine kites, like I lost them, like I was depressed. Once upon a time, I found what I lacked. For a long time, I was suddenly alone. My behavior is very attractive. This cohesion encouraged me. When I lose my anger, support me and give me courage. I feel horrible.
In the recitation contest, my classmates and I won the first prize by one vote. But this victory didn't excite me, because I always felt that everyone's votes were focused on other students, but I was not confident. Later, a level of competition lost. Even if you don't want to reflect on losing streak, you can only remember it deeply. This is a failure.
In the high school speech contest, I finally decided to go it alone. When believing in standing in front of students, he felt uneasy and distorted the effect of reading. After writing the paper, I felt a little embarrassed, smiled a little embarrassed and went back to my seat, secretly blaming myself.
Deskmate, I'm fine. In fact, this sentence is enough, at least I feel a little inferior. I once heard a saying that as long as I stand on the stage, even if only one person is willing to watch my audience, I will continue. Maybe I'm not that big, because I'm worried about the result, and I want to get the support of most people. However, this determination is also very touching, and sometimes I am happy to have a little support.
Later, I was the representative with the highest number of votes and participated in the next preliminary contest. I see, maybe the meaning of his life is getting farther and farther because of his experience and knowing what to do. Experience a failure, know how to be strong, experience setbacks, know how to be optimistic, and know how to cherish losses.
I haven't licked the sense of community before. Because in my world, there is no need to be naughty or cohesive. Later, I felt the power of unity. I cherished time and moved each other. However, when time passed by like a slow-turning windmill gear, I realized that I didn't use the only drill to lay a deep cave and store the power I got at one time.
Times have changed, things have changed, and everything around me has changed with time. I feel panic and anxiety. The surrounding ice wall is so strange and indifferent, but how can I meet the new world with a good attitude? Red ants, anxious imagination, gnawed at my arrogance and self-confidence, and I won awards again and again: "Just get used to it."
A day, a week, a month later, I want to give me time, I can't adapt, but I also go back to the past. The environment has changed, escape and cowardice are not my place. Let me stand on the high platform of confidence, and I loudly preach the way of reason 90! Strange silence, silence, exultation and thunder only happen on the stage and the audience. When everyone is only a thin line away from me, I will feel how appropriate people's power is and shock me.
At that moment, I really thought it would last forever. At that moment, I thought I was returning to myself, which seemed to enrich my new confidence in the future. I face courage. In the eyes of others, it was a stage, my courage. In fact, it is the owner of the audience-it gives me courage, and I can't live without the group. Although no one knows that my heart is beating fast, despite my silence and heavy footsteps, I still like the magnificent mountains and rivers.
Regardless of the world's indifference, alienation, alienation began to approach me. When the confidence of the surrounding aura stood on the stage by its own strength, I found that every member of the group, such as boat and water, was very important to me. Every member is a bright and shining star, a powerful and reliable mountain. Every effort needs support, encouragement and affirmation.
It suddenly occurred to me that I can't live without the collective and the dawn. Birds, whether north or south, east or west, follow their companions closely, and only a wider blue sky can fly. I just want to be a companion, riding a bird, not wandering.
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In a daze, the memory faded away the ups and downs of life. ...
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A little memory, a bumpy test again and again, a testimony of life again and again.
Warm life, finally there will be some unforgettable, so fresh, so sad fragments. Perhaps it also shows that life is not perfect and there are always some defects.
The beginning of life is really beautiful. The process of life is even better!
Golden childhood, unspeakable joy, brilliant youth, endless topics, future chaos and endless scenery.
Brilliant youth is the most beautiful season. Beautiful season withered leaves, brilliant youth, finally helpless!
In this season, young people will always have a lot of yearning when they enter their ignorant childhood, but a violent storm is full of yearning, a backward starting point.
Happy songs, revealing sad, happy smiles, falling tears, happy journey, lost direction. It's a little ridiculous, isn't it? If he said happiness, why did he feel sad, shed tears and even lost his way?
Faded ridiculous, leaving bright tears of youth.
Through memory, some are incredible, and some are unexpected. I don't know why. But seeing the reality of many dreams.
Learn the sweet moment, taste the life, you should accept the pain of life.
Learn to accept every failure instead of running away, and then as time goes by, you will find that life is beautiful, the life of youth is really beautiful, and it is even more beautiful with a young life.
When we were sailing, the sun jumped out of the horizon. The sailboat is in the sea. Suddenly one day, dark clouds were gathering, thunder rumbled, waves hit the ship, and the whole ship on strike was in danger. My heart felt a twinge of fear. Maybe the next second, the sailboat capsized, sank into the sea, and finally had nothing! However, anything is possible. Maybe in the next second, the rain stopped, the wind stopped and the clouds and the sun rose again. Therefore, in frustration, I found the hope of survival, and the sun will shine on you.
Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered that song-"The sunshine is always after the storm."
The song in my heart reminds me that the sunshine is always after the rain, and the next moment, you will see the rainbow.
Why can some people enjoy the fruits of success? Is it true that they didn't encounter wind and rain? It's wrong for successful people, but who is more patient than those who can't hold on for a second, give themselves a little confidence and take one more step to face setbacks? People who fail just have a little less confidence, so there will be no disbelief.
The flowers in spring are brilliant because they have stood the test of winter. Smile and shed tears, moved; Song took away the sad memories, and I felt very happy, but my willpower was less, which made me lose my direction.
Happy music concept, only when you come back in frustration can you find a better answer!
After the earthquake, I'm afraid I have the confidence to stand up. Never mind, slowly, slowly convince yourself: "I want to stand up."
It's windy today, and we will have a smooth sailing tomorrow. Experienced setbacks in life, not empty, not monotonous, not so simple!
Books, wires
Books are the backbone of my life and the ladder of my life progress. It runs through my life like a wire. ...
Son, I like listening to stories. My grandmother bought me "Arabian Nights" and a picture story book, and told me stories with the book while showing me pictures. This book is the same filament, inadvertently accompanying me and holding my heart. Later, I accompanied the book every day. If you don't see this book, you will feel as if there is a lack of similarity.
Grandma told me that I would cry when my one-year-old grandmother forgot to tell me a story. No matter how she coaxed me, it didn't help. She had to give up watching TV. The story of "the little match girl" told me. When I grow up, every time I see this story. I will think of her miserable childhood, so I cherish the happy life more.
Adults drown their sorrows by drinking when they are in trouble. Whenever I am unhappy, I will look at this form to solve problems. Because this book will bring me happiness, I really have a soft spot for this book. It seems that as long as I pick up the free education of daily love. From this book, I deeply understand that what flows between parents and children is not only the deep blood relationship, but also the innate feelings of people and the feelings with nature. It also gives love to teachers and students, friendship and friends between loving fathers and sons.
Books enrich my knowledge. It can take me to heaven, understand the vast universe, take me into the sea, understand the mysterious ocean, take me back to the past, know little-known things ... extracurricular knowledge and improve my self-cultivation, otherwise management is convincing. I was admitted, because the expression I often look at is more vivid, and the result is that I can go up.
As I grew older, I read more and more poems and literary titles ... In retrospect, I realized that my friends Li Bai and Du Fu felt that they had lost their talents and Cao Cao's courage ... I gradually found this book interesting and philosophical. It is the golden key to the treasure house of knowledge. Every book is the first teacher, guiding me forward. It tells me the principle of being a man, and makes me gain more knowledge and erect my life goal.
Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once said: "Reading is like breaking thousands of books, and writing is like a god." Ancient and modern achievements, like reading, good at absorbing "nutritious" books, such a road to success. This book has been growing with me. Because of this book, my life journey has become more colorful.
Memory is not weathered by memory. If there is a smell, it's the smell of camphor. It's sweet. It sounds like the joy, sweetness and melancholy I remember clearly. I like forget the sorrow.
A familiar thing, due to long-term away from it and human interference and other factors, the event structure and composition of the general point are changed or turned by events. Although time is a combination of concrete and abstract, memory is an abstract thing. The long-term grasp is intangible and unpredictable and can be summarized.
This is a day to express love, but it will never be a no, it is her day, and it is also her mother's holiday-Mother's Day, a holiday choice, has never become her heart, an indelible scar and cannot be deleted. Her sudden death undoubtedly became a statement that she didn't say. "Only a mother is good in the world", and only by knowing my grandmother will you have no real experience! Her little cotton-padded jacket, when she meets difficulties and unpleasant things in life, she can't ask as before, she is upset. Fortunately, I took refuge in the mountains, but under her care, I still hope that a carefree bird can grow up freely. She knew that her little cotton-padded jacket needed her, so she didn't let her cotton-padded jacket-me, who dared to mention Children's Day, feel the same injustice. We can discuss her happiness. Does this not only make her sad, but also bring our memories back to the past?
Time is too stubborn. I lean forward and don't care. Looking back, I spent a lot of time penetrating the thorns along the way, scarred, and then in the corner, helpless and confused At this time, you gave me a pair of wings to fly again. Young and simple dreams, like those that have been buried, are a torrent that never grows old day after day. In other words, "no one has waited for many years."
Will not weather, with the passage of time, memory, memory will not fade. misty rain
Cyan accidentally saw the lyrics of blue and white porcelain, which was all the rage a few years ago. I couldn't help hearing a smooth voice in my mind, not Jay Chou, but myself.
There is a complex atmosphere on campus, students are in their prime, and the trend is like a thin line from the outside through this window, secretly touching every nerve. The radio version of the song "Blue and White Porcelain" swept the whole campus without any accident. Four singers sang Rain, and even they were as familiar as themselves, imperceptibly. I remember that year, shortly after the release of my new song, I won the first place in the music exam, Blue and White. But the score is low, unexpectedly low. Later, they said, and then my hand holding the bird paper was shaking.
In fact, at that time, the understanding of this song only stayed on the dazzling label of the word "Jay Chou", just like reading without classics, and it was not based on the only conditioned reflex of human beings.
Now, after a few years, listening to this song and quietly chewing the lyrics of Vincent Fang, the monks in the temple are in the world of flowers, and the leaves and bodhi suddenly understand the general feeling, bringing a little peace and coolness a few years ago.
What impressed me the most was the sentence "sky is blue and foggy, I am waiting for you." I can't say why, there is no reason, but the power I feel in an instant is generally dead and dusty, and the vibration frequency and heartbeat of a few words are almost gone. It is directly connected to the heart, and the only reason left is almost a strong impact. At the same time, it was followed by the sudden excitement of the ancients and the happiness with his partner Yulong Wang. Generally, they surge around me like the tide, trapped in his gentle trap.
You know what's going on? That tone, that color, that specious feeling, that thick smell of Gu Mo and oiled paper, that tangle of blue sky and rain ... BR p> In the chaos, he poured a bottle of ink without hesitation, and I took a cold shower, even the retinal image was stained with color. The melting of the world may come into contact with cyan and gray ink. The nasal cavity is filled with thick ink, and the water splashes step by step, and the sound heard by water waves in the air.
At this time, this man came and said that in this case, no one could help his back to be silent. It's misty and rainy. When will you arrive in Pro? Good sky, green world, not bad.
Sky blue porcelain is the best. According to legend, pottery artists face the enamel color of Queen Sheng Jie. After five generations, Chai Shizong wrote instructions: "The worst clouds are broken, so the color of the future." Chai Shifen's wayward words added a magic thing to the world. Period of enamel king James cyan days. This kind of porcelain must be fired in the open air, but it must be foggy and rainy at that moment, so the color will appear sky blue.
The moment of the Millennium. At the end of the year, the weather is misty and rainy, and I have a glimpse of the world. It may take a long time, it may be missed again and again, it may be mulberry trees, it may be the wasteland of the past, but the wait will not stop. Maybe at the last moment, as Zhang Ailing said, "Life is only a few decades. In the wilderness, there is no earlier step, and there is no later step. You happened to meet each other, and there was nothing to say except a gentle cry. " Oh, there you are. ""gently, you will succeed soon, clear your mind and wait for the next cycle.
Waiting seems to be the longest season in Meng Jiangnv's boudoir, overlooking the Royal Park. There are only a handful of people waiting. At a crossroads, you grab your clothes, look around, wait, smell Jiangnan, and wait for the central government to be hurt and sad. Bananas can't wait to take a bath. The knocker won't. You can't smoke until you enter the patina. Curly, facing thousands of miles, silent.
Remember the last few lyrics-
Blue and foggy, I'm waiting for you.
The stain of moonlight shines as a result.
Such as porcelain heirloom, let beauty.
Your eyes are smiling.
Finally, you want me to make sure that your infinite abyss pushes you down and meets indestructible rain with a smile in your eyes. ......
Satisfied with opinions, hands are not dirty.
Some people envy Korean stars. They tried for a long time, but they didn't.
People laugh: unbridled.
He replied: to be a star, although the star has few opinions, he is satisfied and his hands are not dirty.
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Tong's mother recently suggested that I read a novel. To tell the truth, when my mother's novel came to me, she let me read it. Is it produced by our company? Illusion, after all, I'm going to be a senior three. Why would my mother want my novel? But when I read it, I will understand my mother's intention.
My mother attaches great importance to the novels of the heroine Luo Qiqi. The girl didn't like a unique routine and won the teacher's and parents' favorite students. Her grades in primary and junior high schools are not good, and even her relationship is very bad. Teachers and junior high school class teachers are punished for standing in the classroom, outside the classroom, and finally in the school playground and table tennis table. Most children will suffer this kind of blow, or they will be depressed or broken, but Luo Qiqi didn't, but she flourished with her mother, and then she couldn't beat the cockroach spirit. This is because my mother let me read this book. She hopes that I can never give up like Luo Qiqi, even on my face, and then in the future, you can stand up and start over. This is the main reason for a new life. Like Luo Qiqi, through continuous efforts.
I agree with my mother, but I have my own understanding of novels. The biggest feeling of "Youth Back" is that it tells me a familiar and unfamiliar story. Yes, because I am also a student, and I am also going through a learning process. No, because I've always been like this, and I've hardly been hit hard. I love my parents, the teacher pays attention to my book, the kindergarten teacher plays Luo Qiqi, and Xu Xiaobo can't help crossing the street in Zhang Jun, even being a nearly perfect person in charge. There are some unhappy times, depression and fighting sometimes lead to another, which is very depressing, but some people take the brave one, which depends on one's adaptability. Just like my mother said, "one should learn to grow up too smoothly in setbacks and cultivate the ability to resist blows." Starting from this teenager is not necessarily a good thing. The real difficulty comes from the date. I'm afraid I can't cope. I don't object to this view, but I think that a person in life. People and things encountered at each stage are unpredictable. No one knows that my success will be real tomorrow, because people can't change their physical environment. In fact, we need to learn how to survive in the environment. In fact, there are both good times and bad times. Whether there are hidden dangers of success or not, I always hope to have embarrassing seeds. Any time can be described as mixed. The disaster in China is not depressing, and there should be a colorful dream that will never fade.
My love is divided into two types: those who lack dreams, and those who embrace dreams. There is a clean and even realistic quagmire and desire in their hearts, which will support them to walk out of this dream. Even if the stars are far away from the lack of right and wrong in the sky, it will not affect their hearts and his joy. Dreams are hard to realize happy dreams. They are complacent and easy to indulge in the trap of "happiness", but they are also easy to fall into the dream of "pain" and laughter: the abyss of debauchery. Everyone knows that he is the saddest.
Dreams are like stars in the sky, even thousands of miles away. This kind of life is hard, and it is good to appreciate its light at least in the distance. It relieves inner depression and calms pride. Ru Tong said, "Although the stars are not long stars, I am satisfied with the beauty and my hands are not dirty.
My heart is happy.
Some people think that being with relatives is the only way to be happy, some people think that having more friends is the only way to be happy, and some people eat vegetables is the only way to be happy, but I think everyone's good is different. Happiness does not need to pursue happiness, and happiness lies in each of us.
What do you pursue? Where can I find spiritual sustenance? Everything grows with age, and I often review the old and learn new things. Lack of material and spiritual conditions that make people feel happy does not exist in our real life today. Due to the lack of correct concepts, some people may be happy because of happiness, but their feelings about happiness, lack of quality, lack of ability to perceive and create happiness, have lost these conditions and opportunities.
In my opinion, a healthy body is happy. With good health, you can enjoy everything it brings. Some people say, happiness. Health is the position, status and right of 1, so it is "0". You have to earn more money and be healthy. "1" and a series of zeros after it are meaningful, but some people don't understand the meaning and value of life, destroy their body and mind, and finally regret and save it is wishful thinking. Life is precious.
In my opinion, a happy family is happy, because only when your family is disappointed will it inspire you to stand up again. When you are sad, they will comfort you, and when you are happy, they will share their joy with you, even if it is the father's reprimand and mother's nagging, but it is also a kind of happy enjoyment.
In my opinion, a few close friends are very happy because they give you comfort. When you are sad, helpless, disappointed and anxious, they give you confidence and strength, and give you success and joy. They will share your victory and joy. In the journey of life, despite the ups and downs, they are firm and lasting, but they also have friends who can give you encouragement, care about you and help you through the most difficult years, such as bosom friends.
Small things may seem inconspicuous, but if you taste them carefully, you will feel very sweet. This is a kind of happiness. The ups and downs constitute a five-flavored life. Life will repeat itself many times after I leave. If you look at it with a normal heart, you will find that things are not as bad as they seem, and I am afraid there will be happiness.
The flower of happiness blooms in the shadow of Thanksgiving branches.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. * * * Thanksgiving Day.
Ukraine is a grateful bird, willing to beg for support from the bottom.
Being a bosom friend is human gratitude, and being a woman is to please yourself.
Know how to be grateful They have a heart of gold and know how to be grateful. The legend that they hit the earth. Grateful, the world will become so beautiful.
Even if the world is cold, there is a trick in your heart. Even if you are indifferent, always believe in tears. Because the earth is not the only ice and fire, we learn to be grateful. Because it's just a cold smile, you should learn to be grateful.
Sheep kneel, crows resist milk, not to mention us. Therefore, we should learn to be grateful, thank the dribs and drabs in life, thank the sun, thank the rain, thank the warm days, thank the rain, thank the water, thank the water, there is no life.
I saw my mother, a sunny mother standing in the scorching sun in July, eagerly looking at a few hundred meters away. As early as the first appearance, her dignified mother's face was dripping with sweat and gray hair stained with clothes stuck to Xi 'an on her forehead like water, while her mother stood motionless, with her mouth half open, looking at the examination room, and became a statue.
Other candidates tried to persuade her parents to stay in the shade, but she still looked at the examination room motionless. Finally, she fell in a pool of soft mud and lay on the ground. The onlookers rushed her to a nearby clinic. The doctor tried every means, but she never woke up. Finally, she only whispered in her ear that the candidates were taking the exam. "Mom woke up right away, but I'm afraid my son won't leave the examination room except complaining.
Do modern young people lack a very grateful heart? "The grace of a drop of water is rewarded with a spring. The life of the spring is very long, and there are gains and losses. However, some things are indispensable in life, such as Thanksgiving. Thank you for your leisure. Of course, it is a full embodiment and the lowest quality.
"Loyalty" is the model and "petition" is the consideration. The real meaning of the two tables is that Liu Bei's humble abode trip and Zhuge Liang's six trips are in a grace period because of the legendary interpretation of the human influenza report by the earth.