The deep alleys that have accumulated historical vicissitudes lie quietly in the depths of the city and meander. Rouman is like a ribbon thrown away casually, but it is a faded antique ribbon, which maintains a distant time; Its wrinkles are embedded in Yangzhou's centuries-old wind, frost, rain and snow, and are deposited in the long river of history like a meaningful song. ...

The alley is too old to remember the age. Interlaced bluestone bricks, quietly snuggling up to each other; After the rain, patches of mottled watermarks and moss traces on the walls and bluestone roads exude an old, damp and cold smell. It's like suddenly opening a yellow and damp obscure ancient book. That water stain and patches of moss turned into an ink-and-wash landscape painting on this mutilated and uneven wall, and the ancient wall suddenly seemed so intriguing.

Dare to ask you: "Is the crack on the bluestone board a wrinkle in your history?" Is it a witness to your vicissitudes? Are those many little-known historical stories dusty under the mottled moss? "

Because, when I was in the alley of walk on by, I smelled the history. I deeply feel that this smell may be squeezed out from a narrow gap. They leaned out carefully and climbed onto the protruding moss on the wall.

I know, although with the rapid development of Yangzhou's construction, high-rise buildings around alleys have mushroomed. But it still twists and turns attached to this charming land, not integrated into the noise of the outside world, only willing to accept elegance and long. Perhaps, this is a kind of power that time can't erase, a kind of historical power-because Gu Xiang has not forgotten history, whether it is glory or scar, it has given birth to one touching historical story after another; From there, we slowly walked out of the pride of Yangzhou: Zhu Ziqing, Wu, Wu, Wu Zhengyi, Wu ... Today, we will also raise their flags and go further and further along their path-this history is like a few pieces of tea in a cup of fragrant tea, spinning and sinking, but the water has left a lingering fragrance. Thus, the long alley is like a red line, stringing these historical pearls together, stringing together the profoundness of Yangzhou's history and culture, and stringing them together into a long corridor of Yangzhou's history and culture.

The sun slipped slowly behind me, and several golden rays of sunlight slanted on the ancient alley. The gentle and warm sunshine sprinkled a faint shadow on the bluestone wall, flickering, as if golden elves were dancing in the drifting wind; It seems that someone skillfully cut it and covered it with thin clothes ... moss marks, vines, mottled refutation, branches and vines up and down, locking the quiet sunset; Looking up, the long and narrow sky was already filled with burning sunset glow-so the whole alley was shrouded in sunset glow and glow.

Sunset, like a blooming dream flower.

The sun went home, ending the past and today; Bring new hope to tomorrow-at that time, the earth will be full of sunshine again!

Once when I was cleaning my room, I accidentally turned to an album with "photos of my family" on the cover.

It is covered with dust. I couldn't help but open it and saw a photo of my childhood. I smiled so brightly that I was still eating in my mouth ... Gee, this picture is so dirty, and it is covered with something like oil, which smells bad and was bitten by a mouse.

I threw this photo into the trash can without hesitation, but it floated out of the trash can again. I picked him up again and looked at him carefully. This is a photo I took with my elders when I was five years old. Grandpa hugged me and sat in the middle, next to my father, my mother, my third mother, my third uncle, Xue Nan's sister and my aunt ... Obviously, this is a family photo of our Xue family at that time, and it should be one for each family. At that time, I was the youngest child in my family. My grandfather hugged me and I smiled in his arms.

Seeing this photo, I can't help crying, ah, my good grandfather. I remembered an unexpected thing that happened one afternoon when I was seven years old. It was a sunny afternoon, the wind was smiling, and all the flowers and trees in the sun were smiling. I am very happy to jump rubber bands in the yard of the community. Suddenly my father told me to go home, but I still couldn't bear to go back. Father said angrily, "Hurry up, you've been playing all morning!" " "I went home sadly, as if I was not ready to cry. As soon as I entered the room, I saw my parents packing their bags and said that they would take me back to Cyclobalanopsis (a county town in Cyclobalanopsis Heilongjiang, which is my hometown). I asked them why. They said my grandmother would celebrate her 60th birthday, and I jumped for joy.

When I arrived in Cyclobalanopsis, I thought I would take it to my grandmother's house. My father took me to the hospital without saying anything. I looked at my father doubtfully and asked him why. Dad said angrily, "You are a hundred thousand, so you know why!" " "I was scared to cry.

Mother said angrily to her father, "What happened to the child?" ! Did the child annoy you? ! "I was scared to cry when I saw my parents angry.

We came to the hospital, entered a ward, and saw people crying around a hospital bed, where my grandfather was lying. Dad couldn't hide it from me, so he said to me, "Grandpa had a car accident and his life and death are uncertain."

I shouted, "Grandpa, get up quickly!" " Get up! I am yours, and your baby is happy! Lele wants to ride a big horse! "Looking at grandpa motionless, there is no sound at all. I cried all afternoon, but no one advised me. I didn't even eat ... I didn't start eating until grandpa woke up the next day. But grandpa is paraplegic.

Now, my grandfather takes a lot of medicine every day, and his legs hurt when it rains and blows. My third mother must rub it for him every day ... who can give me a healthy grandfather! My dream of going to Beijing with grandpa was shattered. Now my grandfather can't even leave the house. He sits in the house every day. ...

Thinking of this, I thought this family photo was precious, so I put this old photo in my pocket. I will keep it in mind carefully and wish grandpa a speedy recovery.

My mother

There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that you can freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... This person is called "Mom", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"!

We are grateful for the life experience our mother gave us; Mother makes us grow sturdily, and we are grateful; We are grateful to our mother for her education and enlightenment, which enabled us to gain knowledge and strength; There are always difficulties and twists and turns in our life. It is mother who gives us care and help, and we should be more grateful.

Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of a person's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety, no gratitude, no love and no respect for teachers and classmates can bear any responsibility for his company and country in the future. How can a person who doesn't love his country, his family and others devote himself to building the motherland tomorrow?

There is a touching little boy washing his mother's feet in the advertisement, but in real life, is it possible for every child to do it? "A drop of kindness should be rewarded by a gushing spring." We may sometimes be obsessed with a little care from a stranger, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, feel that she is nagging, or get furious because of some trivial things ... However, our mother will always support us silently, patiently enlighten us and give us support and encouragement.

Mother is pure as jade, exquisite as ivory carving, and the life watered by maternal love is brewing pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face her harshness sincerely and feel her sunny inner world. ...

Let's learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Let's remember the birthdays of all mothers in the world, wash their feet once, beat her back hard, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing and a grateful smile!

On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations and a sentence "Mom, you have worked hard" can make your mother's cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother more consideration and care, make our mother and our family full of happiness and harmony, and we will have a real growth!

Here, I want to quote a poem to end: the growth of children is the hope of mother's rebirth; The child's failure is the mother's sour tears; A child's success is a mother's happy smile. Students, for the sake of mother's smile and tomorrow's harvest, let you and I be ambitious and carefree!

warmth

Warmth is the guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.

Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand.

Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.

When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.

I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.

Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male. ...

The doubts were cleared, and I understood everything at this moment. At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, which made me feel extra warm instead of cold.

It is very cold in winter. But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners. The deep warmth of this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart. I feel warm enough to haunt my life.

Warm, that's the truest feeling in my heart. Have you ever felt it?

Last year 1 1 month, remember, it was a mid-term exam! After the exam that day, I hurried home to review the next lesson. The car drove very fast and there were not many people on the road, which provided me with more space. However, suddenly a battery car came in front of me, and I immediately turned the faucet. However, I still heard a bang, and my car and I flew out. I was pinned down by the car and my leather gloves were worn out. At the moment, I was so helpless and at a loss that I didn't speak or scold the waiting young man. He seems to be all right, but he doesn't come to help me lift the car from me. There's a pedestrian watching. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the car that was on top of me was taken away. "Are you all right?" A voice asked, "Can you stand up?" I turned to look at the speaker. Isn't this our classmate? That boy was unknown in the class. I didn't even talk to him, but at this time, he helped me. In an instant, my nose was sour and tears rolled in my eyes. "Get up, let me help you!" "He held out his hand and lifted me up from the ground. I find my feet hurt a little, but I can hardly walk. "Thank you! "At this point, I only have this sentence to express my feelings. He smiled and shook his head and looked at my car: "Can the car still drive?" I squeezed out a smile: "nothing, I can drive, hurry home and review!" """Are you really all right?" He asked incredulously. "Really!" I urged him to leave. I can't delay his time. "Then you should be careful!" Then he looked at me anxiously, drove away slowly, and went home to see me from time to time.

The car I took even turned the faucet once, so I twisted it back and drove home in a few broken cars. When my mother heard this, she immediately shouted, "Why are you so careless and drive so fast?" ? I already told you, you deserve it! "Looking at my mother's angry face, tears finally came down:" How could you? I hurt my foot, and you still call me that! "! Is there a mother like you? "I shouted and walked into the room and closed the door. A person was crying in the room, and suddenly I felt that even a classmate I hardly knew helped me, which made me very moved, but my beloved mother did it! Why? It is even more wronged to think about it. Lift up your trouser legs, your ankles are swollen, and the pain is accompanied by tears. At the moment, I am so sad that I don't know what to do.

My mother was not at home when I walked out of the house. After a while, she came back with a plaster in her hand. "Oh, come here, let me see where it hurts!" My mother looked at me with reproachful eyes, but I obviously felt that there was more love than heartache in those eyes. I see. In fact, I should have understood just now that my mother's blame is out of love! How could I be so stupid! I woke up suddenly and felt a warm current rushing through my heart. The injury has been cured by it!

Love sometimes needs a quiet experience. Everyone expresses love in different ways, but they can make others feel warm. As long as you appreciate it with your heart, you will find warmth everywhere.

warmth

There are more and more tall buildings, and the space is getting smaller and smaller. More and more indifferent, less and less warm. And moving is to interpret the connotation of human nature in a light but moving way. -inscription

I still feel full with tears in my eyes. I opened the window in the morning, watched the sunlight penetrate every leaf, and talked to life in a silent and simple way. I was moved. I was moved by walking in the evening, watching the sunset and savoring Li Shangyin's artistic conception of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night".

Touched, it ignited the fragrance of spiritual home and haunted people's lives.

While the times are developing and the economy is developing at a high level, has our spiritual home been deserted? Have we missed a corner of our hearts?

In a hurry, how many people stopped to listen to their inner voices? Most people are too rough in life and gradually become indifferent.

The streets of Manhattan, new york are busy with traffic. A little girl stood under the tree and refused to leave. People were surprised to find that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural substitute.

People who lack emotion are not real people.

There is no real development in a society without emotion. It lacks humanistic nutrients and can only go desolate in the end.

How long has it been since we were touched by those beautiful words? Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness and Hugo's grandeur.

How long has it been since we were moved by those noble people? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun in winter for the people; Wen Tianxiang spread the lofty righteousness of "who never dies since ancient times, taking Dan Xin as a historical mirror"; Looking at Su Wu alone for three thousand years. ...

Touching is not a simple tear, nor is it superficial sadness. Touching is a humanistic spirit and a spiritual voice between people.

In today's highly developed material, where does our spiritual road lead? Learn to move.

When each heart is no longer far away from another, our society will be warmer. When everyone can feel the vibration of others' heartstrings, our society will become harmonious.

I came to this world to see the sunshine. Didn't balmont's words touch us?

Light a fragrant leaf, and our material home and spiritual home will be full of enduring flowers, towards the distant.

warmth

The birds in the forest are lovely and carefree because they all have a nest to rely on and give them a warm embrace. Now, I can proudly say to it that I also have a happy, happy, warm and colorful home, which can give me unlimited care. I know, the day the balloon overflowed, I also gained the warmth of the car.

Now I know that "home-warmth" is my fifth grade. At that time, my friends and I went to a small Internet cafe next to the primary school to stimulate and satisfy our vanity. Unfortunately, my father "carried" me home like an eagle catching a chicken and received what Angela Zhang called "my love is earth-shattering" education.

"Say ... why go there?" I saw my father furious and sulking, unable to hide his anger. His rough and heavy hands are as red as ripe persimmons, because he slapped the table hard. I dare not look my father in the eye. Later, my brother told me that my father's eyes were full of blood, probably because he was too angry. In fact, I was vaguely told something called "fatherly love".

"Is there a computer I need at home?" I rushed to the top, my voice trembled, and the tears of bean size could not resist the imbalance in my heart, but they were drawn out of my eyes. "They are all laughing at my soil, even the computer ..."

At this time, my mother motioned my father to calm down and let me into her room. I trudged in, unwilling to go in. My mother seems to be crying because I entered the Internet cafe. I guessed it from her swollen eyes, and then she went out again, leaving me in my room to think for myself. This is another kind of "maternal love".

"Come on, ah ling is impulsive. Don't scold her. " I heard my mother's voice in the room, expecting my father's words, but it didn't. For a long time, the whole room was quiet, and I could hear a pin drop.

Finally, after such silence, there was the first voice, "How much money does our family have now?" This is the father's voice, "Mother hasn't answered yet." "Let's buy a computer for Ling. I heard that that kind of machine costs three or four thousand yuan to buy manners. " Father took the unfinished words. "There should be more than a thousand, but this is the only saving." Mother said worriedly.

Hearing this, I couldn't help it. I pushed open the door and said, "No need to buy it. Anyway, there are still a few people in the class who have no computers at home! " "Say that finish, I went back to my room.

I was moved by the storm of entering the internet cafe this time. I can feel how much my parents love me and hope that I won't go astray. I can understand their concerns. I have warmth! A warm home!

Eternal moment

The journey of life is made up of countless moments, and so is the long river of history. Instances are short-lived and eternal. Beautiful, wonderful and happy flashes in an instant, but it is also full of ugliness, helplessness and pain. Maybe God gave me a little more than others, which doomed me to be a positive and optimistic person, and carved countless happy moments in my mind. ...

Looking back, it seems that the fifteen steps I took were not all powerful, all empty and all real. Indeed, there are many things I have forgotten. Maybe it's because those things never really touched me, but they never occupied a place in my heart. For me, it's just some boring embellishment. There is an emotion in the book of my life that will never be diluted by time. It is as stable as graphite, and it is the main theme of my life song-friendship.

A long time ago, when I was a hungry baby, there was a man lying beside my bed in the nursery. Once upon a time, when I was a toddler who babbled, I was always a suitable playmate in kindergarten: once upon a time, when I stepped into the school gate and studied cultural knowledge, I was always inseparable from my classmates. And what ripples in my heart is often this ordinary and extraordinary friendship.

"Friendship is a flower that blooms in an instant, and time makes it bear fruit." Friendship must be listened to, friendship must be spoken, friendship must be stared at, and when you speak, you must listen attentively. Friendship is sometimes so fragile that a casual word will knock down the whole building. The world is changing with each passing day In this era when everything is as avant-garde as possible, only friendship maintains its ancient principle: friends are like cultural relics, and the older they are, the more precious they are.

Life is inert, and some memories are destined to become faded oil paints. However, my heart is not lazy, because friendship is my belief, and my lens will aim at countless warm moments and depict a "friendship moment" that will never fade.

Beauty is eternal, and the beautiful network of hype is an illusion. When a person has gone through a young age, he will suddenly realize that the original pursuit of beauty is just a romantic illusion. Family, friendship, love, there is always an emotion that deeply touches your heart. Go ahead, cross the vague boundaries of memory, relive those tender moments, cherish them, and make those fleeting moments eternal.

Eternal moment

Some people say that there are many moments in a person's life, but most of them are gradually forgotten with the passage of time. And I said, wonderful moments, no matter how short, bring people eternal memories and memories. 12second 9 1 It is a short moment in the long river of history, but it is fixed in it by Liu Xiang and becomes eternal. Because in12second 9 1, Liu Xiang created a miracle and rewrote the myth.

A long time ago, China people were bullied and called "the sick man of East Asia" because China people were backward in economy and weak in national strength. It is rare to see China people in the world-famous Olympic Games, let alone enter the finals and place. However, in the 28th Athens Olympic Games, a little-known young man won the men's 1 10 hurdles championship. He is neither white nor black. He comes from Asia, China and Liu Xiang, China!

In many people's minds, there may still be a picture of Liu Xiang jumping over the railings and crossing the finish line with absolute superiority ... At that moment, the Olympic Stadium was boiling, China was boiling and the world was boiling. Liu Xiang has proved its strength to the whole world with its wonderful performance, and to all China! He flew, just like his name, on the track and field, flew to the podium of the champion and played the national anthem of the people of China. When the five-star red flag was raised in Ran Ran, Ran Ran, 654.38 billion people in China were proud of it.

12second 9 1, which seems to be a very common number. How many 1 hour12second 9 1 day12second 9 1, but this small number is particularly great at that moment. 12second 9 1, what a short number. For this day, countless people in China have been waiting for decades and hundreds of years. It is a myth, because it was born in the land full of myths, and it is also a period of history, because it records the glory of sports in China, and it is a kind of spirit, representing the self-improvement and perseverance of China people.

Who said that history will always be diluted, who said that the wonderful is only a moment. Liu Xiang and China inspired the Olympic spirit for China and boosted the morale of the people in China. This spirit and fighting spirit will inspire generations of China people to cross one railing after another and cross the finish line again and again!

Beautiful encounter

If happiness takes time to fill,

Then the time with you is full of happiness.

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You poured into my heart silently, but the past was scattered all over the place. I never paid attention to it, but I kept my distance in the end.

If the fate has been arranged long ago, even if we meet, we have to part. Then when we meet, I hope it will be eternal, even if it is only one second, I will firmly grasp it. Because I met you, my life has changed dramatically.

"hello! I am your math teacher and will take care of your math in the future. I hope we can live in peace and become good friends! O(∩_∩)O Thank you! " He was humorous and caught my eye deeply. Maybe that second will stop breathing and slow down, because that moment belongs to us.

Maybe when fate has arranged countless times, you can meet someone worth meeting in this life.

"We get along for almost a month, and the monthly exam is coming soon. In order to test everyone's mastery ... "My math scores are obviously poor, and I don't want to leave a shadow in his eyes. . "Do your best, no matter how many scores I see, I just want to be a real achievement ..."

Maybe one sentence can change everything.

"The students did well in the exam."

"The teacher taught me well."

"Really!"

Yes "(* _ _ *) hee hee. ...

If you have good grades, you'd better have a good teacher. I won't forget that achievement. Because from then on, he regained his confidence.

Perhaps no one believes that teachers and classmates can become good friends, but this kind of thing happens to us, because everything has changed, and we play and joke with him, just like good friends: carefree, happy …

Even in close people, they can't resist the temptation of time;

Even in a beautiful friendship, you can't stop the pain of separation.

We are points, lines and planes in different quadrants, but we meet inexplicably in the field beyond time and space. You look back at me, and I look back at you ... We will always be apart. The starting point is also the end point. I met you, but I want to be apart.

Maybe to meet someone is to meet someone worth living! Even if separation is needed, that time will not disappear.

I met you once, but I want to be apart.

Once left a memory, but the figure disappeared;

The happiness once shared, but it drifted away with the wind.

Although we are separated, we have met before.