I woke up on the lawn and stared at the sky.
The sky is clear, spotless, the sun is scattered and the wind is warm. Remember those free and happy times, remember the playmates who used to laugh and play together. Recalling the past, I suddenly felt that the sun was dazzling and my eyes were red. I closed my eyes, felt the touch of the breeze, listened to the lullaby of birds, and fell into the paradise of dreams.
Open your eyes again, the sky is still there, but it is clearer; The clouds are still there, only more lively; The wind is still there. While bringing warm wind, it also brings the tenderness of the sound of books. As soon as the bell rang, a group of "birds" rushed out of the cage and played on the playground. In an instant, the deserted playground became a lively and extraordinary gathering place. We meet here, get to know each other here, as if everything is destiny takes a hand, let's tie it together. Like a shadow gone with the wind, it is often accompanied by the left and right; In case of difficulties, work together; In case of joy, share with each other. Know what he likes, only what he hates, what he thinks and what he wants to do. Time put on the past and forged a deep friendship.
Six years is fleeting. In the last expansion activity, we climbed to the top of the mountain, expressed our wishes to the mountain, expressed our feelings to nature and told each other that we would accompany each other and witness the realization of our dreams together. We shout to the depths of the valley, and the wind carries our dreams, sending them far away, to the sky and to our hearts. On that day, we ran, chased, played and laughed at the wind, and the cloud was disappointed. Tired, I lay on the shady land, covered with the sunshine scattered on the grass by the sunset, watching the sky dyed red by the sun gradually melt into pink and covered with dark blue. Many stars in the sky bid farewell to you and me, flashing desperately. The wind is very strong, blowing a star into my eyes, and the stinging feeling makes me unable to open my eyes. When I open it again, the stars have melted into water and flowed through my face, the sky has turned white, and you are no longer with me.
All this is a dream. At this time, the moonlight was cold, and only a bright sickle hung quietly. Deep blue sky, clouds like the sea, I woke up from my dream, and everything seemed to be yesterday. People often say, "See deer in the deep forest, whales in the blue ocean, and wake up to see you", but the reality is that "there is fog in the deep forest, the blue ocean surges, and you wake up at night without deer, whales and you."
I miss you day and night, and my dream will come true.
Perhaps only the sunshine that blows the earth at first can wake up the sleeping soul and wake up my world. -inscription
I don't know how long it took. I haven't bathed in the sun for a long time. I wander like a soulless body every day, walking with my head down and my eyes only fixed on the floor under my feet. There is a subtle feeling that I dare not look straight ahead. Sometimes, when the hot sun shines on me, I feel extremely agitated and speed up the progress. I don't seem to notice the shadow in the sun, let alone the burning sun.
The final exam is coming, and the tense review atmosphere makes me even more agitated. Come to the classroom early every day. The cold of winter attacks my whole body, probably because I came too early. The classroom is quiet and there is no noise. I haven't talked to my classmates for a long time, and my thoughts are locked up. This gloomy atmosphere may suit me better. Then I slammed the curtains, took a deep breath and wrote on the table: "My life is like an eternal night."
Now is the most lively moment in the morning. The students are chatting and playing, smiling happily all the way to the corners of their mouths. I can't help casting envious eyes. Just then, I don't know which troublemaker lifted the corner of the curtain, and a ray of sunshine rushed in and stuck to my hand, and I couldn't help but suddenly return to my mind. This warm feeling, from the skin into the blood, all over the body, I was stunned in a trance, isn't this ordinary sunshine? Open the curtains hard, and the sunshine comes in layer by layer, with its warmth, and passes it on to me. I touched it with my hand, and it was real and delicate, leaving behind the tenderness brought by sunshine and floating flowers. I ran downstairs like crazy and ran all the way to the playground.
The sunshine has been following me, from my fingertips to my heart, and all my love and strength have been passed on to me. Bathed in this sunshine, running where it exists, accepting its baptism, the sleeping soul is awakened, and my world has changed from endless darkness to grand warmth.
This also made me lost in thought: "The sunshine is always by my side, but I have never found it, just hiding in the corner of my own shadow. Until today, I found that the way of life is my own choice. Whether it is adversity or prosperity, I must face it with a sunny attitude. Let me overcome all setbacks with warmth on the way forward and overcome it with its selflessness and tolerance. "
From then on, I started a new life, from gloomy gray to comfortable warm color. I like sunflower because it faces the sun whenever and wherever.
Warm and bright sunshine, thank you, woke up my world and woke me up from a deep sleep.
Awakening three times is our understanding of life, a reflection and a growth.
I had asthma when I was a child. Every time I go to see a doctor, the doctor always advises my mother to take me out to see the natural scenery. But every time there is only a so-called two-way trip-my father can't follow because he is busy with work. Therefore, I have an aversion to this so-called father.
But one weekend, my father actually gave up his job and took the initiative to let my mother prepare the luggage. But my feelings for my father remain the same. The night before the trip, my father's cell phone kept ringing like a downpour, and the footsteps in the living room were annoying, so I had to shut myself in my room.
Finally, the next day, our family of three set off, but my father's appearance made me a little uncomfortable. My father sat in the car and asked me again and again, "How are you? Do you feel better? " ? What's wrong? "I just answered a few words briefly. But I saw my father always carrying a red and black bag in his arms.
The car pulled into the country road. Suddenly, the fresh air came to our faces, and the dazzling green shone into our eyes like sunshine. We feel an unparalleled comfort, just like the cells in the lungs collide with the air again and again, and the sparks are very comfortable!
My mother skillfully stopped the car and walked deep into the forest, but my father cried excitedly like a bird, taking pictures everywhere, but always carrying a bag in his hand.
Animals in the forest wake up one by one. Birds fly into the blue sky, squirrels hide and seek in the dense trees, and everything is so full of vitality. Wake up, it seems really beautiful.
The forest is very interesting. My mother and I feel the beauty in the soft soil. Chatting and chatting, we turned and found that our father's figure had long since disappeared. My mother is very worried. When my father first came here, he might have got lost. So she looked around.
Suddenly, the green in front of me gradually disappeared, and a gray world enveloped me, and my nose could not breathe! I shouted over and over again, "Mom! Mom! " That kind of despair, that kind of pain is around me.
At this moment, a tall figure caught my eye. It is like a huge mountain, which can shelter me from the wind and rain. It's dad! My heart cried for him, and endless guilt welled up in my heart. My father's hand skillfully unzipped the bag, and boxes of medicines came into my eyes.
Those drugs depressed not only my body, but also my spirit, which made me wake up from the warm fatherly love.
Wake up. Who was so flustered that the time was broken to October? The autumn wind came in waves, which made me feel sad from body to mind.
When I woke up from the dim and sleepy eyes, a ray of sunshine filled the window sill of the classroom, clean and pure. But I stepped over all this unconsciously, and what I saw was the students immersed in the ocean of learning, and a heavy sense of humility came to me.
I know I can get up early for ten minutes, stay up for ten minutes to remember a few words and idioms, use the time of playing mobile phone to understand a math problem, use the time of reading magazines to finish an English reading, and use the time of karaoke, watching movies, partying and playing games to study. But there are always people who work harder than themselves.
I know that even though I hate learning, at some point in adolescence, I will understand that learning is more important than anything else. I must learn to bear loneliness and push myself to the maximum potential. No one will pay for my future, either work hard or rot in the ruins of life. This is life.
Sometimes I feel that there is no road when I am confused, but the fact is that the road is ahead. People who are better than themselves are struggling, so what reason do I have to stop? Therefore, we have to go forward bravely.
If you want to have a brilliant day, pick up the book. No great dream can come true from fantasy, just as we can never wake a person who is pretending to sleep. Any brilliant moment must come from every minute of hard work.
According to scientific research, the cleverest Einstein in the world has only developed 12% of his intelligence, so don't take his stupidity as an excuse. Are we the next Einstein? Who would know? I have always believed in one sentence-no one will lose unless you don't want to win.
There is an advertisement that I think is very good, and that is-you only smell my perfume, but not my sweat. You have your rules and I have my choices. You deny my present, I decide my future, you laugh at me for having nothing and not being worthy of love, I pity you for always waiting, you can despise our youth, and we will prove whose era this is.
Dream is a lonely journey, without doubt and ridicule, but so what? Even if you are black and blue, you should live a wonderful life.
Wake up with a fallen and imprisoned heart and work hard for the future you want from this moment on! Looking back after many years, you will find that this is a process that even you will be moved.
Wake up. The curtain was not closed and the sun came in.
That light is really dazzling. I just want to open my eyes and have a look. My pupils are full of golden sunshine. It makes people uncomfortable all over.
Turn your mind and remember that it's morning at grandma's house.
When I was a child, no matter what season, as long as it didn't rain on cloudy days, it was always the sunshine that woke me up. Grandma's house is very big, and the front yard is full of all kinds of lovely flowers. Small, weak. There is only one path left in the huge yard, and only one person can pass through it. The backyard is a world of trees: pomegranate trees, apricot trees, peach trees … and grape trellis. What about the back? This is a fish pond. There are not many fish, but they can always attract a group of friends to pretend to fish. Next to the fish pond are our own vegetables. Grandparents are also busy taking care of them every day.
The sunlight changed its angle and became dazzling.
I woke up, but I didn't want to get up. I naturally picked up my cell phone and looked through it. I get up lazily when the sun can no longer shine into the window. Grandma used to like to stay in the front yard. Looking back, round body, like a big cat lying between flowers and plants. Wearing her favorite hat on her head. This hat will not be taken off under any circumstances. She fiddled with the flowers and plants seriously. I always have to call her to find me.
This time, grandma took the lead in noticing me. She stood up with difficulty. Sunlight leaked from the branches and leaves, fell on her whole body and sprinkled on the cobblestone path. Warm and soft. "get up." Grandpa slowly walked out of the inner court. "Wake up, did you sleep well?"
How familiar this scene is. When I was a child, I always ran away with a smile at this time. What are you doing? I go to the yard to catch kittens.
At the moment, the kitten doesn't know where she has gone and how to respond.
"The sunshine is really good!"
Grandparents look up at the sky. The sky is blue, the clouds are soft and the wind is gentle.
A beam of light, neither thick nor light, fell on my face and rubbed into my heart.
"Grandpa, I'll get you a small bench to bask in the sun; Grandma, I'll water your flowers. "
Grandparents smiled, and the breeze brought a touch of sunshine to flowers, trees and fruits, so they also smiled.
I smiled, too, and finally woke up.
In the sun, it is warm.
When I woke up, a huge palm passed over my head, and I tried my best to fight these evil monsters-
This is the late World War IV. Half the earth has been bombed, and evil forces are spreading to us.
"I can't hold on much longer. There are more and more monsters, and even if they are defeated, they will be reborn. Come and help, help-"I said to the chief at the back of the house.
It used to be a beautiful city because a virus came from the universe. After being infected, people will twitch all over, foam at the mouth, and then rot and die. This virus is the most contagious and fastest spreading virus known at present. The spread of this virus comes from the pollution of the earth's water source, the bizarre death of fish, and the virus in the water consumed by human beings and aquatic creatures, which has caused this situation.
We are Guardians of the Galaxy, and we have an obligation to protect the earth. Because the virus is so contagious, all biological genes have mutated and become monsters. The doctors are studying the antidote to the virus, and the officers are in a hurry. I'm fighting monsters. The whole scene was in chaos, and nuclear bombs were flying everywhere. There are wrecks and bodies everywhere on the battlefield-we have been fighting for months and are exhausted.
Just when we were desperate, the good news came from the laboratory: the antidote was finally made! Everyone was relieved and showed a knowing smile. Holding the antidote, it seems that the fate of the whole world is in our hands. Just as I was trying to save the world's water resources, my body suddenly sank, as if being pinned down by heavy objects. rolling in the deep-
"ah! Ah! Ah! " I suddenly opened my eyes, it turned out to be a dream! Looking up, Doudou is wagging its tail and jumping around on me. Open the quilt, the mood is still difficult to calm for a long time. Doudou stuck out his tongue to soothe my face. I picked up peas and put them on the ground. I picked up the glass, suddenly dazed, looking at the clear water in the glass, and lost in thought.
If in the future, people will really become extinct because of water pollution, it would be terrible! I want to protect the environment from now on, and I also hope that people can start from themselves and protect our earth home, so that it will always be blue and clear!
Wake up. Love to wake up.
Hazy, inch by inch to see Wei Yun. Mint was the first to wake up, lazy, stretching his bones and muscles that had been stiff all night. Hold your head high and bathe in the morning light. Eyelids are like hanging iron, I can't open them, and I'm asleep again-always awake. In my mother's fairy tale game, there is always a "round, colorful naughty bug" who likes to climb into my palm, rub it slowly on my palm and shine my shoes until I wake up. Mom likes this little game, so I fell in love with every morning light-immersed in such sweetness, should I wake up with a smile?
In my mother's sweet fairy tale, I was drunk for eleven years. Only to find that I am too old to hold my mother's cream bucket. I had an argument with my mother on a small matter. Outside the window, it's gray. Clouds are pressing heavily on the heads of pedestrians, filling the gap between heaven and earth, and the air is distorted-no one looks up and they are in a hurry. However, the rain began to trickle, skimming the window and hitting the head of the mint on the shelf-it was my mother's favorite mint. The leaves couldn't help the rain sinking, bowed their heads and became haggard. My vision became blurred: my mother's cheeks and standing eyelashes, which were slightly red with anger, were still in front of me. That black hair, I don't know when it turned white, hung thinly over my shoulders. Unexpectedly, it is really a mother, a loving and gentle mother! In autumn, the rain only increases the chill and washes away the softness of spring and summer. Wake up suddenly, suddenly like a dream.
After living in school soon, she was very happy. "The home can finally be tidy for a few days." On the other side, I quickly packed my bags. She bent down to pick up something and bent her back deeply. My heart tightened, but I didn't think much. The next morning, I was awakened by the noise of my mobile phone-all short messages from my mother. There are forty-five articles. Surging, coming at me. "Cool down tonight and cover the quilt." "Get along well with classmates? Remember to go back when you see it. " "Don't worry about this letter, it has been sent." ..... Finally, attach a picture-a mint pot. Try to stretch the layers of leaflets in the bright sunshine. Look up and smile happily. This is not from the left, much less the sickly and weak Ye Er I saw that day-on the right, it grows in the wind and is full of youth. From another angle, life is still there and hope is still there. ...
That heavy maternal love is still there and has not changed.
Looking back out of the window, the wind returns to the clouds, and the rain rests. Tears, I am awake. The morning light is faint, I wake up and look at love from another angle. ...
I made a mistake that winter. This mistake is not big, but small.
attract
That winter, my friends and I came to a community to play and found two friends squatting at the door of a family, watching closely. I was about to ask them what they were doing when a friend covered her mouth. He took out a green stone. I looked at it and found it was the building material on the ground of that house. I took out the stone with trembling hands, afraid to say loudly, "This won't do!" " My friend's staring eyes suddenly caught my face and looked at me doubtfully: "The stone in front of that house is blue. If you don't stop us, I'll give you some when I get it. " I looked at the shining stone and suddenly, I was tempted.
regret
They stepped on the bright snowflakes and sneaked into the door of that family, holding the stones on the ground carefully. The stone fell into the hands of friends, who came out because they heard the sound in the house.
They gave me two stones as promised, and I looked at the original ground, which became a little mottled because of our naughty behavior. I can't help regretting it. I decided to wait until the evening to secretly press back.
realize
They all went home with a clear conscience, but I stood there indecisively, hesitating.
"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,
At this moment, the bell on my watch suddenly rang. "Hey, come back at seven this evening. We have to go to the mining site and wait for us in the same place. "
After a while, they came. At 7: 00 15, they went in, and so did I. I wanted to install those stones to make the ground look strange, shiny and beautiful.
Suddenly, the door clicked open and I just hit the stone. Those people have long found something bad and want to sneak out, but they have been seen by the master. Some friends slipped on a smooth stone, so I hurriedly turned over the wall and fell down.
I finally understand that beautiful things are not for greedy eyes. Stealing this kind of thing can escape for a while, but not for a lifetime. You can only get something for nothing, but bring shame to yourself!
After the baptism of severe winter, next year's spring will be more beautiful.
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On the balcony, the most planted flower is Haitang. I only bought a few trees at first, but my daughter grew more and more, so I had to change pots. As a result, they almost occupied the whole balcony. Although "things are rare", I think everything is precious.
I still remember that year, there were only two Haitang plants on the balcony. In the sun, the oil is green and bright, and a few thick leaves are stacked together, which instantly has a three-dimensional effect. It was very cold that winter, and the heating effect in the room was not good. The sudden cold current caught them off guard: the color of oil-green leaves began to fade and thin until they turned yellow and dry; Branches gradually become soft and drooping, becoming waste that will fall off at the touch; The whole upper part of Haitang has completely lost its vitality. In desperation, my mother had to cut off those branches, leaving only a trunk that stood on the ground like a stump. Two originally green begonia trees suddenly turned into two bare sticks. Suddenly I feel that the balcony has become a slaughterhouse, and winter is the executioner.
I think they should be dead, but this is all wet.
The following spring, the temperature rose, the weather turned warmer, and some changes were quietly taking place. When I came home from school and looked at the balcony, I found that there was a little green on the trunk of Haitang, as delicate as a baby's hand, and the faint green touched my heart. This is the great power of life and the law of nature.
After the baptism of winter, even if you are defeated, as long as you have the determination to wake up, the world will definitely give you the opportunity to continue and complete your unfinished business.
The two begonia trees continue to grow, with lush foliage and pink flowers. Everything is as magical as a dream. I woke up from the severe winter and spring blossomed. With a charming smile, I showed my wonderful performance on a small balcony. Suddenly, I think I woke up, too. A small flower can persist on its own perseverance, let alone be a person! Frustration can't defeat a person who has the determination to live.
The sun is a godsend and everything will be wonderful.
When I woke up, the sun shone on her face like a golden thread, which was a little itchy. She scratched her hand, turned her head and fell down again. The sunshine seems to dance on her long eyelashes, staring at her eyes, wondering if she is dreaming or waking up. ......
It was quiet around, only her even breathing could be heard, and she fell asleep.
A car horn broke the silence. She shook her head and suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that the classroom was empty. Woke up with a start, she hurried out of the classroom and muttered, "Is it physical education class today? Why didn't anyone call me? Where did all the students go? After passing other classrooms, I didn't see anyone! She ran all over the teaching building. Even went to the teacher's office and the principal's office. Teachers and classmates seem to have disappeared into the air, leaving her alone in the vast campus. She doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.
There is no one in the school. How nice! She secretly rejoiced and began to draw on the blackboard. Chalk fluttered at her fingertips, and a perfect picture appeared in the center of the blackboard. She came to the laboratory and began to fiddle with those bottles and cans. She was so happy to do the experiment that she completely forgot that there was no one at school. After finishing the experiment, she came to the playground, and the whole playground was hers. She runs here and plays basketball there, enjoying this free and happy time like a child, if this is a dream! You never need to wake up. It's good to have no teacher in charge!
Tired of playing, she came to the canteen, where there was always a long queue of endless dishes. Today, it belongs to her alone. She has two bites here and a few bites of soup there. No one competes with her, so she can eat as much as she wants. Although she felt something was missing, she still had a sense of satisfaction when she looked at the pile of delicious food in front of her.
After dinner, she flew to the computer room, eager to play a game at once. One game after another, the pleasure of playing games is beyond words. There is no time limit. Play as much as you want, as much as you want, and as long as you want. No teacher, no homework. She is like a bird in a cage. I suddenly regained my freedom and flew freely in the sky.
After a long time, she became a little nervous and it was getting dark. School is almost over, and the teachers and classmates have not come back yet. She couldn't help feeling a little scared.
Today, she seems to be dreaming. I have never been so comfortable at school, but everything seems so unreal. ......
The familiar bell of "Rinrin Bell" echoed in her ear. She was so excited that she sat up and looked at the classmates around her, the teacher on the podium and the test paper in front of her. It turned out to be a dream, but fortunately, it was just a dream!
Woke up excellent composition 1 1 She slept quietly, in my far-fetched and nihilistic smile, in my wandering footsteps.
Once I was at a loss and followed the steps of others step by step-he was happy and I laughed; He was sad and I cried. No opinion, no idea and blind approval are my pronouns.
Students go out to eat, call their friends and walk side by side. The crowd is in full swing, and everyone is unique, dazzling and endless. I watched the crowd drift away in situ, and then stumbled to keep up with everyone's footsteps and cater to topics that I was not interested in. Someone told a funny joke, and I even laughed twice.
I am afraid of being abandoned by the crowd. In the end, the focus of the crowd is not me, the neglected person is me, and the most mediocre person is me, because I am not me, and others can't see me.
When I signed up for the interest class, my mother looked at the leaflets one by one and asked me, "What do you think of the piano? What about Go? Dancing seems to be good ... "My answer is always:" Our class XXX also signed up; XXX likes this; I also learned this XXX "even if I really like painting, I am too shy to hide myself, so it is difficult for me to express my true wishes."
When waiting for the red light, it is clear that there are still a few seconds before the green light, but impatient people cross the zebra crossing, followed by indifferent people. Obviously, I don't agree with it from the bottom of my heart, but I still can't help thinking: with so many people together, what will happen even if I grab the red light? In the crowded crowd, I was lost in weakness and sadness.
"I save myself three times a day." This sentence has always been my motto Because of this, my disguise, my timidity and my mediocrity make me more and more miserable. The real me is still asleep, and I still have no expectation when I wake up.
Later, after reading Shen's animal novels, I realized why I was unwilling and what I really wanted. The animals in his works are both wild and human. There is a bad side and a good side; Cunning and evil, affectionate and kind. But no matter which side, it is undoubtedly their truest side, touching and joyful. Because it is true, I am moved; They are more like people than people, and they have "natural carvings" that people don't have.
With the increase of age and reading, I gradually realized that following the crowd and catering blindly is never a good way to integrate into the group, which will only lead to the original luster being dim and the pearls being ground into fisheye. Only by listening to your inner voice and showing your truest self can this unique glory last forever.
She opened her eyes in the hazy confusion. Although there is still some confusion in her eyes, there is an unprecedented glimmer in the darkness. I know, she's awake.
Her name is-true self.
Wake up excellent composition 12 "Get up!"
A sharp pain in my ear. Almost instantly, the imprisoned eyes also perceive strong light wave penetration. The alarm clock around me is echoing and jumping. When you raise your arm with difficulty, you beat off the sound and turn over to feel the tenderness.
For a long time, although I was still sleepy, I had to get up-I was going to be late. The action was quick at once, and after a few minutes, he jumped downstairs without looking back.
A well-deserved winter
Just touching the cold wind is like putting your hand into the ice room and quickly retracting your sleeve. The confrontation between the sun and the wind soon became hopeless, and the cold set off the drooping head and became more gloomy. The building in front of me is pale, and the surrounding air becomes hot and sticky.
Without hesitation, I got on the bus and embarked on the road of making up lessons.
The door opened and a warm wind blew. The wind is so attractive that it feels as brand-new as a cherry in winter. On winter weekends, cars are also free. Only a few people are still standing and staring at the screen in front of them, while most people prefer to take a nap on this comfortable website.
I stood stiffly in the car, being rendered by this atmosphere. Although there is intense music in my ears, it is filtered. Eyelids are struggling to support and may collapse at any time. Inadvertently swept to the ground-one, two ... eyes blurred. Suddenly, I was really shocked by a loud cry-"What are you! Where can I eat melon seeds on the bus and spit them all over the place! " It turned out that a woman with a child was yelling at a man. The man who ate melon seeds gave the woman a white look. "Mind your own business!" Immediately, he spit out his shell again.
An argument kicked off.
The sleeping passengers also woke up in twos and threes, and the situation became more and more fierce. The whole car, together with the driver, watched with interest. I'm afraid these two are going to do it.
Suddenly, a little girl jumped out with a white paper towel in her hand. In the bustling crowd, she squatted on the ground silently. One by one, bit by bit, so slowly, I picked up all the melon seeds on the ground and put them in the plastic bags that I had already prepared.
The quarrel stopped, only talking about the sound of cable TV and the cold wind outside the window.
The little girl raised her face and smiled brightly. Turn around and hand the plastic bag to the man who eats melon seeds. "Uncle, the ground is clean. You just didn't bring a plastic bag, which is inevitable! "
It is still cold outside the window. There is already a hot air on the window.
As if the world had just woken up from a deep sleep.
I don't know when the bus will arrive. Facts have proved that winter is not unbearable.
I just feel that something is calling us to wake up.