Excellent composition of the soul 1 "There is a sky overhead, holding your head high in the wind and rain …" Recently, I couldn't refuse the song "What a big tree", and my thoughts drifted back to many years ago …
At that time, I knew a junior high school student who liked this song very much. However, I don't know her very well, but I still appreciate her. Sometimes I will watch her every move from a distance after class ... Later, I left school and never went back. I didn't leave her contact information, but she stayed in my memory. Last summer vacation, when I met her in the street, she stopped me. I was surprised at her appearance, with shiny black hair, and she looked so young ... Last evening, I went running and felt that someone's silhouette was very similar to her. At that time, I was just listening to what a big tree it was. ...
Why do I think of her and listen to the same song again and again? That's because when I woke up the other morning, she was in the dream, but the person in the dream was her body and her soul was B. Coincidentally, the day before yesterday, I went downstairs to buy hot and sour powder, and when I went downstairs, I felt someone's face coincided with B's ... and when I first saw B eating, B was eating hot and sour powder.
What are the similarities between these two people? Later, I finally figured it out. They are self-disciplined, a little cold and have a good temperament. The most important thing is that when I first saw them, I felt that they were only two or three years older than me, which was the biggest point. Time can't help them. Time won't leave a mark on such a hurried face.
Learn to walk alone on the way home, walking quietly, thinking about what happened this day, watching pedestrians coming and going, sighing constantly ... This life has been repeated for a long time, and I can even say that I live the same life every day. There is happiness and happiness, but these have become memories, and we can't live as carefree as before. What I remember is the expression on my face when I came home, and the sigh. Different ages have different lives. I don't want to go back to my childhood, nor do I want to be carefree every day. Sometimes I like to cry, worry and recall alone ... This is a wonderful episode in my life. I also have my happiness. My happiness is not laughter. But lying in bed thinking and dreaming. Perhaps this is the case, there will be melancholy in my heart and worry in comfort.
Two years ago or even longer, I liked being lively and laughing loudly. My problem is that I have no worries.
Now, my mind and mood have changed a lot. I didn't notice it at first, but I noticed it. That's it. Every time I write an article, I am always depressed. I don't want to bring this feeling to others, but I'm used to writing like this.
I used to like watching the sunrise, but now I like watching the sunset.
I used to like running, but now I like walking.
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What kind of life is better? As I said before, every stage of life has its own life. If you are a grass, you can't aspire to be a big tree; If you are a crow, you can't aspire to be an eagle; If you are a turtle, you can't aspire to be a white rabbit. What you can do is to decorate the earth with your body, fly around the branches with lightness, and surpass yourself with endurance …
There is a kind of happiness in my life that has come to an end. Now I am in it, no longer eager, no longer fantasy. Let it be eternal happiness!
Open your arms and meet your next dream.
He curled up in a corner that he thought was forgotten by the world and buried his head in the darkness that he could never touch. Even if there are stars in the sky and the moonlight on the ground is like water, he never gives up looking up. Accustomed to loneliness and loneliness, accustomed to insight into the black world with black pupils. Everything he said was wonderful, but his mind was blank.
He is helpless. At the junction of black and white time and space, there is no color of the sky, only the loneliness that turns into a flood, like a runaway wild horse, growls at him and drowns the last hope in his vacant eyes.
He struggled in the water and shouted loudly. Beating the flood that will drown him with your hand, splashing a gray splash. He tried his best to get rid of the flood, but ... no one seemed to want to help him. A pair of cold footprints passed by him and took away his last strength.
So he gave up and stopped struggling.
The flood receded, but he still curled up in that corner, just closed his heavy eyes and there was no loneliness on his peaceful face.
A butterfly, flapping its wings, attracted a refreshing fragrance of flowers and saved his desperate soul.
He smiled, his smile solidified on his face, solidified in the moment of joy.
His life is no longer prolonged, but his soul is no longer lonely.
He knows that he has not been forgotten.
Postscript:
In fact, none of us has been forgotten by the world.
Even the ends of the earth,
There is always a heart that misses you,
There is always a heart whose title page says your smiling face.
There is always a season that belongs to you.
Soul 4 excellent composition "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more."
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Teacher, what a noble and great career this is. It almost accompanied our whole youth, and almost our kindergartens, primary schools, junior high schools, high schools and even universities could not do without her. So who among them can really understand what a teacher is?
She is not tall, but her short black hair is mixed with some conspicuous white hair; A pair of bright eyes seem to see through everything and show wise eyes, that is our head teacher-Mr. Huo. Although the time together is not too long, it makes me understand a lot. ...
What Mr. Huo often tells us is that no one can succeed casually. In fact, Zhou Enlai proposed to study for the rise of China. If he hadn't studied hard, would he have achieved these achievements? Everyone must know Einstein's story. He spared no effort to study. So these examples are enough to show that no one can succeed casually.
Thanksgiving is a sacred word. There are many people in the society who can make us grateful, such as diligent cleaners, angels in white who treats people's diseases, and volunteers who help others. But what I want to thank is the teacher.
Teacher, just like spring silkworms spin silk to death, how much effort have you devoted to us? For us, you paid silently. You have never complained or asked for anything, but you have given selflessly.
Come on, class. Don't let people who care about you down! Don't let yourself down!
Excellent composition of the soul 5 "Friends are never lonely, you will understand a friend, a word, a lifetime, a feeling, a glass of wine." Whenever we talk about "friendship", everyone will say something. When lonely, friendship can soothe the soul and make it no longer lonely; When you are happy, friendship can share each other's happiness; When you are sad, friendship can dissolve your troubles and disintegrate your sadness.
On the long road of life, if there is no friendship, the road ahead will be dark and desolate, flower of life will be lonely, and the grass of the soul will leave in pain. Trust has created one eternal friendship after another; Sharing has created one full and satisfying friendship after another. Trust and sharing are mutual understanding and the "main force" of friendship.
A person, even if he has incomparable wealth and supreme power, will not feel happy, because he only makes friends with money and power, but has no real friendship. A person, even if he is poor, will not feel hard, because he has real friendship and friends will help him tide over the difficulties.
You can't lose a friend in life. If you lose him, you will feel lonely. If you get him, you will feel the true meaning of happiness.
"Friendship can soothe your lonely soul." I have always believed this "wisdom", because this precious friendship between my friends and me is the most verifiable fact.
Books are a long river, flowing through the valley where flowers are in full bloom; A book is a cup of strong wine, brewing pure feelings; The book is a long song, making warm notes.
In the moonlight, mother read me a fairy tale book. In my mother's gentle voice, Alice and I were in wonderland together; Dance in a circle with the bear and his partner; Rescue the princess with Aladdin ... childhood, the book gave me a dream world, with bees flying and butterflies dancing. The water is green and the mountains are blue. Childhood story book, I am warm when I think of you.
Turn on a solitary lamp and prepare a cup of tea. At the end of my study and life, I started an adventure: I walked into the crime scene with Holmes; Solve difficult cases with Conan, travel around the world with Little Tiger and eliminate darkness. ...
In primary school, books gave me a free world. I let my thoughts fly in the sky and my inner rebellion fly freely. Elementary school novels, thinking of you is very warm.
Jingui is in full bloom and is the fragrance of Chang 'e; The aroma is diffuse, which urges people to take a youthful step. At the Youth Station, I experienced the vicissitudes of China's 5,000-year history; Appreciate the joys and sorrows of different characters growing up in different periods; Appreciate the pursuit of dreams by people who have never met before. ...
Now, the book has given me a world full of imagination. There, I have the chic of snowflakes flying all over the sky, the melancholy of grass flying, and the new brilliance of willows in the mood for love. Now the prose book, thinking of you, I am very warm.
postscript
This book is a prose poem, fresh and natural.
This book is a long and long serenade.
This book is a landscape painting, lively and unrestrained.
Book, the world you gave me is as white as a lily; Book, the world you gave me is as fragrant and elegant as magnolia; Book, the world you gave me is like a plum blossom.
Books make you feel warm when you think about them.
Get on the bus, find a window seat and open the window. Everything is very skilled. No, no, no.
After the car started, a cool breeze blew head on, and in an instant, the disordered nerves were sorted out. A kind of unspeakable comfort arises spontaneously.
Looking at all the people running around outside the window, a sense of loneliness makes my heart ache badly. Everyone who passed by me had the same face, smiled at me, turned around and left quickly. Like a typhoon, it comes and goes quickly.
I know that it is the wind that doesn't blame them, it is the wind in the depths of the soul. It blows people to my side and blows them away.
I sometimes feel strange, knowing that I am walking alone on the road of life and blowing away my partners one by one. But why? I'm still so obsessed with the wind.
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I finally understand! Don't blame the wind, it's fate! Fate doomed me to die alone. The wind in my soul tells my partner that I have my way, you have your way and he has his way. ...
Another gust of wind brought me back to reality and told me it was time to get off.
Well, hehe, it's wind again. The wind is everywhere.
Oh, that's too far! I'm so melodramatic. When I write about the wind, I also write about it. Why go so far?
I, a person with a lower sense of existence than grass, really want to prove me. But God is so boring! He hurt me to pieces. I gave up! I need to cry!
So I cried so sadly that no one would listen to me tell my pain.
Hehe, I think I need to calm down. I'm out. Let the wind blow my soul clean, and let the wind awaken the depths of my inner soul.
I didn't write much, but it was my vent for a long time. Thank you for your message.
Once, I was sick and lying in a hospital bed. My mother looked at me with loving and sad eyes.
After a while, I found myself in the sky! I saw my body and my mother! I also found that I can fly. I flew out of the hospital, kept flying upwards, and even flew to heaven! The fruit on the trees there is not fruit or nuts, but delicious French fries. I ate French fries in the tree in heaven and said, "It's delicious! Delicious! "
After eating, I returned to the earth. I see a small box on everyone's head, which says what the person is thinking now, but I can't hear them. I can't smell my mother cooking now. I only heard the wind whistling, which was a hollow and trembling roar around the house, as if an invisible giant was banging on the walls and windows, trying to break into the house. However, no matter how strong the wind is, I can't feel it
I saw a bakery. I wanted to open the door, but I was surprised to find my hand in the door. I immediately drew my hand back to find out what was going on. At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew me in. I was shocked, calmed down for a while, and went to pay for the bread, but the bread just couldn't be picked up. I asked the shop assistant, but he couldn't hear me. No matter how loudly I shouted, the clerk couldn't hear me, so I had to go back to the hospital.
I went back to my mother and saw her anxiously asking me, "Baby, are you feeling better?" I looked at my mother, feeling a little sour and moved, and wanted to hug her. But at this time I am air and my mother is human. How can I hold her?
Finally, I returned to my body. I just know that there are some things to cherish when people are alive.