Sitting by the window, holding a Longjing lamp, casually turning over a dozen newspapers and periodicals, I feel that life is so beautiful. I accidentally turned to a shocking report: a middle school student attempted suicide by jumping off a building, paraplegia ... I leaned against the window a little depressed and wondered why life was so fragile. At this time, a small wasp flew into the house, circled twice, and was about to fly out, only to bump into the glass. I don't think this little guy knows that there is such a thing as "glass" in the world! The mountain outside is still a mountain, and the water is still water. Why can't you get out? So, I became interested in this little guy and observed it interestingly. After many collisions, it finally gave up. After thinking for a long time, it finally found the direction-a hole in the screen window-the exit of its life! I was surprised to see the little wasp flying happily outside the window. What a clever little guy! What a vivid interpretation of his every move in order to "seek the exit of life"! What a simple and strong desire to survive!

From this, I thought of the child who lost his legs by jumping off a building. Isn't his life surrounded by his own inner glass and he can't find an exit? Why didn't you think of taking a step back, thinking about it, finding the way of life, at least finding an exit? What blinded his meticulous thinking ability and made him lose such a simple desire to survive? ..... The child trapped in the "house" actually asked us a good question, that is, "What should you do when your life is besieged?" Is giving up the only way out? Don't! In fact, you and I both know that this answer is colorful! Either that little wasp finds his way back and starts all over again, or he finds another way. Maybe there will be a bigger life exit in this room or simply break the "glass" of this soul and highlight the encirclement! After all, people are stronger and smarter than wasps. But why are people more likely to give up in the face of the same siege? Is it careful thinking that makes people give up the simplest concept of survival? Looking back on the child now, he originally wanted to escape from the encirclement by death, but he did not expect his life to fall into a bigger predicament. Now that he has lost his health, he is facing more problems about his life. I wonder if this narrow escape has given him an epiphany? I only hope that this child has understood that the answers to life are colorful. I hope he has understood that as long as life goes on, there will be infinite hopes and possibilities! Children in wheelchairs, I hope you have found the exit of life and found a satisfactory answer about life. May your life be more wonderful!

statue

Stand in the middle of the road. Left side of the crowd, right side, vehicles. Ears, the rustling of leaves before the wind, the last flowers before withering. "Look left, right and ahead, and love will appear at the corner." Stephanie's voice, the voice of the energetic girl. Love has changed for the better. ...

The sky is completely blue, and I feel suffocated in a world full of modern hypocrisy masks, false melancholy and inner loneliness. There is too much dust in the air, and there is an unspeakable pressure in my heart.

what can I do? Stand in the middle of the road. Left, with the secular, I don't want to right, swallowed up by traffic, I don't want to. I stand in the middle of the road, looking down at the earth. No, maybe I will look up at the sky, the muddy air once in a while.

I think, I want to leave here, leave this world. It's as simple as that. It's incredible. People look at me in a strange way. I don't understand. I don't understand. I am so naive.

I began to look for a way to leave this world. I only look with my eyes and listen with my ears. Maybe look up at the sky, it's a road, a road I can walk through and go out to find. But I have no wings, I can't fly, I know, I really know. Beyond the sky is space, where there is neither water nor air. That is not the world I am looking for. I feel a little sick.

I hear, I hear the wind. The wind blows through the leaves, the house and me. I think, maybe, wind energy will lead me to find a way. It is everywhere, and we must know the way to the outside world. But after all, I am too heavy to be hungry for a few days. I'm a little disappointed.

I'm naive, really naive. Another world? ! Ha ha. I want to find the end of the world and go to another world. Can I reach another world? Maybe. We tried to find the end of the world, but unexpectedly found our own end, the end of life.

Suddenly feel unworthy. It took me so long to breathe the turbid air, but the result was extremely simple: the world I couldn't reach. I laughed, this is the last time I laughed. I stood like this, I became a sculpture, standing in the middle of the road. For mankind, for the sky, for the sunshine, I became a statue, guarding another world, a world I can't reach.

I have been trying to understand the vicissitudes of thousands of years. My inner corner, that place, I think, that's what I want to protect.

Did you get a look at him? The sculpture by the central square may be me.

Postscript: Many people read this article, which is too negative and vicissitudes. I also forgot why I wrote it like this. Feel it. Everything depends on your feelings.

Visit happiness

Yesterday I had a dream that I went to a happiness museum and visited all kinds of happiness through the ages, some in the form of paintings, some in the form of short films, and so on. First of all, I ask the administrator how much it costs once. But the manager said it was free, but if you want to go in, there is one condition. I am curious about what the conditions are. The administrator told me with a smile that I can't go in with pain and sadness, otherwise I can't go in. After listening, I ran to the door. When I was about to run to the gate, I remembered what the administrator said to me, "otherwise you can't get in." This made me stop and think, if I can't get in, will there be "air glass"? This is when I slowed down and walked forward, afraid of hitting the "air glass". I was walking, and suddenly, I felt like I had passed through a liquid wall. While I was still wondering, a smiling man came up to me and said, "Welcome to the Happiness Museum. This is my happiness, I'm going to jump. Very big, divided into several rooms, there are happiness studios, happiness studios and so on. Usually I like watching movies best, so I advanced to Happiness Studio. As soon as I entered, I saw a sea of people, and then I found a seat and watched some short films about happiness. Although these short films are not as good as ordinary martial arts films and underworld films, after watching them, people feel a very wonderful feeling, that is happiness. Out of the happiness studio, I entered the happiness studio, which painted the happiest moments of people of all ages. For example, some pictures are about people who are going to get married, and some people are sitting happily together for dinner. Anyway, the paintings here still make me feel very happy! Finally, I want to go to the happy family recreation room, but I just walked to the door and felt blocked by something soft. I want to go in again.

I was stopped, and I was wondering if this room was not allowed. When I was thinking about it, I saw a family coming out of it, and we, they and we couldn't get in. Only then do we know that the whole family can enter at the same time. This makes me a little disappointed. I think I must invite my parents, my mother and my sister in next time. When I wanted to go to another room, I heard a familiar voice. It turned out that my mother woke me up, only to find out that I came out of the "Happiness Museum". No, I will walk into the magical "museum" every day.

land under heaven

My dead soul stood on the sea, imagining the sadness and helplessness that the sword of the moon silently penetrated my body. A brief stabbing pain is followed by a scorching ravage. I fell to the ground sadly, and the earth gave a dull roar. I fell down a little tragically. I was in tears.

Vaguely came the love song of the lotus in the story: in the sound of light and paddles, it was still cold, the water was still cold, and the silk and bamboo sang softly in the dream ... In the gentle rhythm, there was a kind of forbearing pain. I know.

Lotus has been wandering in the hard journey of life all her life, holding a sword alone, watching the sunset alone, wandering on the vast ecliptic, sad and lost. She was the only one, and her heart was caught by surprise, and then slowly propagated in her heart, and finally filled the whole heart. For what? Is it a weak "world"? You are sad, my child. ...

Lotus in Jing M.Guo are two poor children. They are brother and sister, with the same blood, the same name, and the same wishes and hopes. They endured and killed for a prosperous and illusory "world" and buried countless people's tears, joys and sorrows. The world may have belonged to them long ago, and they cruelly abandoned it, so that they were buried under the cherry blossoms with tears in their eyes. This is a myth, a ballad: in the sound of light and shadow, the sky is still cold, the water is still cold, and the silk and bamboo are singing softly in their dreams. The building outside the building, the mountain outside the mountain, and the outsiders outside the building didn't come back ... Finally, I sighed: Where is Jiangnan? You lost a lot for a transparent dream. Is it worth it? I want to ask.

I fantasize about walking along the ancient road in Huang Chen with lotus flowers, trampling on the seemingly absent memories and sadness. It feels as if they have a sense of expectation and helplessness as at that time. Maybe I had a similar dream in the gap of my life. In the world, I may have stabbed sword after sword, and finally have my own world. I smiled coldly and touched my old dream-success. However, perhaps, I was always a loser at that time. For that purple dream, my soul fell, my friends were injured, my relatives and those who loved me deeply left sadly, and my illusion became incomplete and ethereal, and finally dispersed with the wind, without a trace and without a sound. In the end, I only have an imperfect world, but it seems to have gone far and will never be pursued ―― I have lost too much and my existence is meaningless.

The rustling autumn wind brushed my hair and interrupted my thoughts. I was shocked and couldn't help but feel too surprised at this sad association. The whole dream was shrouded in darkness. But lotus said, no, it's like the fate of our family of five. I nodded with a wry smile.

What you have and what you lose can never be equated.

From passive to active

I don't remember where I heard the phrase "from passive learning to active learning", but I know it has made me learn a lot and become a shining star in my mind …

We are like a flock of wild ducks, laughing and laughing all day, not knowing how small we are. I always thought there were three years before the senior high school entrance examination. How many days and nights are there in three years? It will take a long time to count. Therefore, in our minds, there is no night, only day, and playing regardless of night can be said to be the realm of selflessness. Only the teacher drives us to study every day, and we are extremely reluctant to learn a little ... At this time, we are in a passive position. ...

We seem to have grown up. Without laughter, I like to indulge in novels and computer games ... although I know that there are still two years before the senior high school entrance examination, I still don't care. It's just that the teacher and the parents added two words: "The senior high school entrance examination ..."

We learned a lot. Understand the parents' high hopes, the teachers' painstaking efforts, and what we want to pursue ... So, we began to work hard and move towards our goals. At this time, we became active people. So, in the middle of the night, there was a figure under the desk lamp, and the parents and teachers also said, "Take a rest ..."

From active to passive, this is a process, recording our growth footprint. In my opinion, only when a person actively studies can he grow up, because he has a dream in his heart.

Miss Shaoxing

Black-and-white wall tiles, narrow streets, and clear rivers shining in the sun. This lively town is very quiet. Step on the swaying Wu Peng boat, reach into the warm water with one hand, let the ripples crossed by the paddle pass through your fingers, and hold a string of golden stinky tofu in one hand. When the teeth come into contact with tender and smooth skin, the taste is fragrant and delicious! Shaoxing people are very simple, with a smile on their faces, which makes people feel very cordial. Sitting on the boat, the body swayed with the boat, the boatman hummed a little song, and the gourd at his waist was filled with wine, which jingled. In my memory, Shaoxing was so simple when I was a child, and the towns and people were as clear and warm as the river. Ten years passed quickly, and I set foot on this land again. Walking in the street, the road is spacious and the river is still in its original place. I got on the boat and the boatman said that the boat was broken and could not be used. After taking back my feet, I took a look at the river that made me want to stay, and the reflection was no longer clear.

A familiar, tangy smell got into my nose and I was meditating, stinky tofu! Delicious stinky tofu! I went straight to the booth and took out fifty cents and put it on the small table. "Auntie, string stinky tofu!" "I waited patiently for the familiar" all right! " I saw her pass the tofu skewers slowly, looked at me and said, "Now it's a dollar!" " "I took out my money and put it on. Walking, the smell of stinky tofu between my teeth seems to have disappeared. It's changed, only "three pools and one moon" is still sitting there alone. Stepping into the threshold, the cold wind hit my face, and the wooden desk and penholder were still in this room. The yellowed pages are slightly curled, and I seem to have stepped into that era. In the dim light, I heard the boys reading loudly, and my husband's old hoarse voice. The threshold separated the two worlds, and I stepped into the modern door, as if it had been a century. There is a lot of noise. Going back by boat, the reflection of the bookstore in the water is no longer clear, only its heavy sigh haunts my ears.

I am sick, the white clouds are still floating outside the window, the wind is still blowing, and the music is still ringing. ...

I lay in bed, letting the sun shine on me, and I couldn't resist. I'm sick.

Struggling to open my eyes, I vaguely saw my parents' faces, which were full of anxiety and worry. I saw their lips moving, but my ears were full of growls, and I couldn't hear them at all. My brain is blank. My eyes seem tired, too. I can't support them anymore. In this way, I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up again, only my mother was still with me. I tried to open my eyes so that I could see my mother's face clearly. I looked into my mother's eyes, and I could feel it. It is full of expectations. She lifted me up with her hands, wiped my face with a hot towel, lifted a bowl of things, scooped up a spoonful, and sent it to my mouth, waiting for me to drink. I have no normal thinking ability at the moment, so I listened to my mother and drank. Suddenly I felt the hottest, and I was in a frenzy. My mother still feeds me like this. Her movements are repeating, but my memory is not.

Mother told me to lie down, and then she walked out of the room. My sleepiness also deepened with her fading footsteps.

White clouds are still floating outside the window, the wind is still blowing, and the music is still ringing. ...

childhood

It's already dark, and it's dead of night. I only heard the chirping of insects outside the window, and my eyelids kept fighting. I was full of energy and tried to write a pen. A gust of wind blew away my drowsiness and wrote. I feel that the words in front of me are like many flies, flying around in front of me, and I am in a daze on my desk. On sunny days, we feel the sunshine and rain, enjoy our childhood, chase blue dragonflies and green dragonflies along the clear river, jump and run on the path together, and "fly" with flying dragonflies floating in the sky. We keep turning around with it and composing our childhood. It flies around kissing every treetop, and when it stops, we can observe it carefully. Its slender waist, tulle wings, scarlet lines and crystal eyes all seem so peaceful, harmonious and beautiful. "Eat, you are really, so disobedient, eat quickly." Grandma came trembling. "I know, I know, grandma." We walked up again and again, helped grandma and said, "Oh, we'll be right there." "Ha ha, good!" Grandma smiled and walked away. We are still playing tirelessly. I lost track of time while playing. When grandma appeared in our sight again, I was furious Our mice have already slipped away on watermelon skin. Grandma came, we pursued freedom and appeared at the dinner table. When we had dinner together, grandma immediately brought us food like an innocent person. "Eat more of this. This is not bad either. " We ate very happily, and grandma saw that we ate very happily. "Grandma, you eat this, more.

Have some. ""You eat, you eat, I've had enough. I've had enough. I can't eat. "Grandma won't say." Eat? Eat! ""no, no "-another cool breeze blew and pulled me back from my childhood. I opened my eyes slightly and stayed for a while. I recall the fun at that time. Grandma, are you okay? A deep feeling of homesickness comes to mind. Oh, I must do my homework.

Three little raindrops

There are three small raindrops. They are brothers. The eldest is naughty, the second is naughty, and the third is naughty? Of course it's a little naughty! We can associate their brother's performance in peacetime by emphasizing his name.

On this day, the three brothers bid farewell to Mama Yun. I must go back to my mother's hometown to visit my relatives on earth. Uncle Lei drummed all the way. Uncle Lightning is walking along the road by the river. Don't mention the spectacle.

Walking, they are naughty again.

The naughty boy found a blind man. He thought, why don't I climb up his nose? How happy I am to scare him! Two naughty boys found a woman pulling a cart, and he thought, haha. My mother said that everyone in grandma's family loves to learn from Lei Feng, so why don't I jump in her face and help her make noodles? Count me in. This trip is worth going. Naughty, he has fixed his eyes on a teacher with glasses, so that he can't see anything. What a wonderful thing! Then, I won't go.

Just when the three brothers are about to act, then ~ ~ ~

A young man held an umbrella over the blind man's head. A soldier picked up a raincoat and sprinkled flour on it. He said to the woman, sister-in-law, it's going to rain. Let's go Let me help you pull! "Red scarf with an umbrella. Naisheng said angrily to the teacher: the teacher will give you an umbrella!

Look at me, three naughty boys. I looked at you and ran to the field in shame ~ ~ ~ ~

The star of our class.

Our class is "Mother-in-law praises her son-in-law-good." You didn't say I was boasting. If you want to know about our class, you should listen to me attentively.

The reason why our class is good is that the old monitor He Qianru leads us to learn. She hasn't been laid off since she was a monitor in grade one. The old lady is an ox cart-be steady. She works hard and is not fully prepared before class. She severely criticized her, even her good friend. Whoever doesn't hand in his homework, she must rush to finish it, and she will never show mercy. So my classmates all say that she is a "new generation of Bao Qingtian". Do you think it's ok to let her be the monitor of our class?

In our class, she is not only a "Wang Xizhi's calligraphy-good and bad", but also many "generals".

Let's say Peng Yonghui, the "master of writing" in my class. Despite his cunning appearance, he has as much ink in his stomach as He Qian. She often reads useful extracurricular books in her spare time, but she always concentrates on reading with relish. Her articles are published in Miao Miao Bao from time to time.

"British genius-Zhu Xiaoling. Her English level is often praised by teachers, and she is also a master in the eyes of her peers. On Children's Day last June, our school participated in an activity organized by a foreign company. Zhu Xiaoling talked to foreign friends without fear and introduced her classmates to them. She said to her foreign friends, "Can I make friends with you? The foreign friend smiled and said, "Of course!" ! Youareverynice！ Xiaoling is not to be outdone: "Thank you! Welcome to China.

Thenenjoyyourselfinthisshow！ ..... a series of conversations, the students stared at them and secretly admired her. After asking her, I realized that she was consulting a foreign friend and asked him to teach her how to learn English.

So thinkshewillsakenglishmewellinthefuture

As for Chen Zichao, known as the "prince of mathematics". Learning mathematics from the first grade is all about "boating with the wind-effortless". He is particularly interested in Olympic mathematics. That's how he really challenges difficulties.

Wu Zhicong-An Athlete. On the playground, he seems to be possessed. At first, he didn't want to stop. This is why he has made amazing achievements in sports.

..... Seriously, it's not me "selling melons in Huang Po-bragging". If you are free, come and walk in my class. I believe you will have a surprise!