Careless

cū xīn dà yì

〖Explanation〗 thick: rough vegetables. Refers to doing things carelessly and carelessly.

〖Example〗This is me~, if I don’t go in, how can he get out? ★The fourth chapter of Wenkang's "Heroes of Sons and Daughters" in the Qing Dynasty

horse-so-huhu

mǎ mǎ hǔ hǔ

〖Explanation〗 means passable. It also describes not taking things seriously or carefully.

〖Source〗Mao Dun's "Midnight" No. 12: "If you run those eight factories alone, you can only get by with more than 400,000 yuan."

〖Example〗From then on, I I no longer read any books. ★Zhou Ye's "My Uncle Mr. Lu Xun"

The Price of Carelessness

Xiao Ming scored 98 points in today's math test. As soon as he got home, his mother scolded him when she saw the test paper and said: "What's the remainder?" I lost it again, I was so careless." Xiao Ming said: "It's just a remainder!"

At night, Xiao Ming went to sleep, and soon he fell asleep. In his dream, Xiao Ming became A little monkey was playing. When he was having fun, suddenly, his mother ran over and said, "The monkey king is going to have a meeting. Let's go quickly." When we got there, the monkey king said, "There is a big tiger who wants to eat us." , we escaped by boat. There are 33 of us, and each boat takes 4 people. Who is going to calculate how many boats we need to prepare?" The monkey king saw that Xiao Ming raised his hand the highest, so he asked Xiao Ming to come.

Xiao Ming He shouted loudly: "33 divided by 4 equals 8 with a remainder of 1. Just prepare 8 boats." Everyone quickly got on the boat. When Xiao Ming finally got on the boat, the seats were already full and Xiao Ming couldn't get on the boat. It turned out that he had underestimated the number. A remainder meant that one less boat was prepared, so he could not get on the boat.

Xiao Ming was sitting under a tree. At this time, a little bird dropped a letter and flew away. Xiao Ming only Glancing at the letter, it said that the big tiger was still 210 decimeters away from here. "There are still 210 kilometers away! I'll take a nap first." Just when he was about to sleep, Xiao Ming heard a tiger's roar. Xiao Ming picked up the letter and looked at it carefully: "Yeah! I saw decimeters as kilometers." He shouted there: "Mom, help!"

"What's wrong, Xiao Ming has a nightmare?" "Is it okay?" Mom asked. "It turned out to be a dream." Xiao Ming said after waking up, "I will never be careless again, otherwise I will cause big trouble."

I am no longer alone

The weather in the middle of winter is cold and dim, just like my mood at the moment.

I don’t know when, a flurry of light snow fell from the sky and fell on the ground, making a rustling sound, as if something was broken in my heart.

The results of the final exam almost suffocated me. I'm annoyed, I'm helpless! I obviously tried hard, but with a wave of God's giant hand, my efforts turned into contemptuous looks and ridicule, which were maximized and occupied the entire heart.

Tomorrow is my birthday. This happens every year, this has long been a given. The difference is that what preceded it this year was my test scores! I suddenly felt that there was no spring, summer and autumn in my life, only this cold winter was left...

Step out of the house and walk into the fields.

The snow here seems to be lighter than at home, and the sky is slightly brighter than in my mother's eyes. I picked up a piece of dead branch and danced like the wind, sweeping away the flying snow in the air. The snowflakes were not afraid, they still swirled, dancing like butterflies, and finally landed on the ground. There was already a thin layer on the ground, white and soft, so much so that I couldn't bear to go any further for fear of destroying the white world.

In the folds of the sleeves, a white angel floated up.

Is it snow? I fiddled with it gently, but it didn't come out of my hand; and when I looked at it again, it didn't look like a common hexagon. It turned out to be a piece of goose feather! A little "alternative".

In the wind, it was lifted up again and again and put down again and again, silently and without regrets. "Gravity is equal to 9.8N/kg", those cumbersome things flashed into my mind. Yes, because of gravity, it fell to the ground; because of its otherness, it was lonely and was blown up by the wind again. But it seems to be very happy, without any humiliation of being teased by the wind or loneliness without a companion. It still falls to the ground persistently, looking for its own destination.

I could have caught it, but I didn't.

I chase it, wanting to see how this life that is not life will end. It doesn't know that someone is paying attention to it, and it still floats happily, falls silently, dances and laughs silently...

Finally, it stayed in a clump of withered grass. Could this be it? Is it the final destination?

I knelt down, gently picked it up, and held it in my hand like a priceless treasure. "Come with me," I said softly to it, "Who made us meet in this wind and snow? We can be regarded as friends in need."

I know that this year, this is probably The only birthday present I received. It is very light, almost weightless; but it is very heavy, reminding me: in life, there are gains and losses. Only by having the courage to face difficulties and being optimistic can we succeed.

A piece of goose feather, my birthday gift - no, it is the gift of life! It dances in my heart. From now on, I am no longer alone. With it as my companion, I am no longer afraid of the wind and rain ahead.

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I am no longer confused

Everyone has his or her own book, and the darkness or brilliance of the theme all depends on the author's mood.

I don’t believe that someone’s life will be dull or brilliant. I just feel that everyone should have a chapter in their book that records a turning point in life. I often read my own book. Laughter and tears, success and failure, and the turning points of life constitute that meaningful chapter.

I got full marks in my first exam, and my father praised me for my hard work in studying. The first time I cooked, I didn’t burn the rice, and my mother praised me for my ability. The first time I organized a class meeting, I was successful, and the teacher praised me for my ability. Ah, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the flowers of life are bright.

However, life is not always easy.

On a stormy night, there was no moon. I was lying on the bed, tears already blurring my vision. Why? Why did all the misfortune happen to me alone? I keep asking myself this. I remember that it was a time when misfortune never came singly: my grandfather, who had always loved me, suddenly passed away; my mother fell ill and was admitted to the hospital due to excessive sadness; I was absent-minded in my studies, and the red light turned on during the final exam. Life seemed to turn gray in an instant, and her melancholy for several days was discovered by her friend. Without too many words, she just said lightly: "Facing misfortune, challenging misfortune, and defeating misfortune, this is a different kind of happiness." I read her words. Then, all the misfortunes became insignificant, I continued to live as usual, and my life became moist again. The sky is not always blue and the clouds are not always white, but the flowers of life are always bright.

When I was a child, life taught me what habits are; when I grow up, I understand that people should learn to break habits. The alternation of failure and success made me truly realize that failure is the mother of success. The fierce competition made me see the reality that if I don't move forward, I will retreat. When my friend handed me the farewell message book, I suddenly tasted the feeling of separation... Life is originally an encyclopedia. As long as you read it carefully, you will definitely understand something.

After experiencing the nourishment of happiness and the baptism of wind and rain, when facing life, we should think more deeply. The result of thinking is: From now on, I am no longer confused.

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I am no longer depressed

The cold wind can only destroy Hua'er's body, but it cannot destroy Hua'er's will.

——Inscription

Autumn has arrived, unconsciously.

The autumn of the soul has also arrived. At night, sitting under the lamp reading a book, I couldn't help but feel depressed when I thought of yesterday's terrible English test. It's better to simply go out for a walk.

Walking on the country road in the moonlight at dusk, it is desolate. The bleak autumn wind blows on me, ah, it's so cold, it's really cold. The poet said: "Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time." I think this is true. The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, and the autumn wind and autumn rain bring sorrow to the people. Autumn can destroy everything. Doesn't the word "sorrow" mean "autumn in the heart"? The ancients' word-making was definitely ingenious, just like my mood at the moment.

There used to be a flower bed in front of it, but now it is desolate, with broken branches and leaves everywhere. Although they "crumbled into mud and were crushed into dust", they "remained the same without fragrance". They have turned yellow and are blown everywhere by the wind. It turns out that the grand scene of excitement and beauty is long gone, and even the slightest bit of red and green is gone. Sad man!

I just feel that I, the fallen leaves, and the broken flowers are so similar now, and the experience is self-evident.

I feel depressed and don’t want to go home. The sycamore trees that used to be so lush in front of me are now scarred and lonely. Where is the lush and leafy scenery of the past? Where is the majesty of the past? "The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks the autumn." Li Yu's poem coincided with my mood at this moment. How do I feel in my heart now? Alas, I'm afraid I can't even explain it now.

Looking back on my English scores back then, how honored I was! I was the teacher's favorite and the leader of my classmates, but the good times didn't last long. Pride makes people fall behind. Only now do I truly understand its true meaning and try its power. When it attacked me, I was at a loss, completely collapsed, and became vulnerable. I wanted to get up but my legs were weak, and I wanted to crawl forward but was unwilling to do so.

The teacher’s neglect chilled my heart. I fell into a dark abyss. Can I make a comeback?

In front are some remnant grasses that have been killed by the cold wind. They are withered and have long lost their former vitality. They are just waiting silently for "the east wind has greened the Yingzhou grass" without thinking about making progress. Alas!

Oh? What is that? Looking closer, a few clusters of pale yellow wild chrysanthemums are swaying slightly in the wind, fighting tenaciously against autumn.

I was shocked and stunned. I had never known that this flower was so strong, standing proudly in the howling cold wind, firmly believing that success was just around the corner. Facing the wild chrysanthemums, I was thinking deeply: The wild chrysanthemums are like this, what about me? Can I still be afraid of difficulties? Can I still be willing to lag behind, to be a pawn, to be a green leaf that sets off flowers but thinks it is unknown?

No, absolutely not! A setback is nothing, how can you be inferior to others. Everyone is the green leaf, who is the red flower? Everyone is a paving stone, who becomes a tower?

The air flow becomes smoother, the sky becomes clearer, the full moon becomes brighter, and the mind becomes wider.

I hurried home and wrote Zong Pu’s sentence “Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless” into the title page of the book. From now on, I am no longer depressed, I will smile and welcome everything life gives me.

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No longer look up at that tree

Time is like a tree. Only when the old leaves wither can new buds sprout. And I just want to stand under that tree again and look up. ——Inscription

There is a tree on the campus. I don’t know its name, but it is so tall and tall. It is evergreen all year round. It is lush and green, leaving spots of light on the ground, and it is proud and eye-catching.

I also met her when I first met the tree. Two heads looking up at the crown of the tree exclaimed "It's so high" at the same time. The Prime Minister looked back and smiled, and the mountains and rivers started to ring.

When we were young, we were so passionate that we wanted to knock on the door of Fuzhou No. 1 Middle School! From then on, the clouds in the sky drifted by, and under the tall trees, we were looking up at the figures comparing our results. I won less and lost more, and over time I lost interest, and I became angry and wanted to ignore her.

The child's anger is like a passing cloud, coming and going in a hurry without a trace. When I was in the second grade of junior high school, I was sitting by the window. It was very cool. She must have been suffering from the sun. After several hesitations, she finally came to my side and said with a smile: "She is almost as tall as a tree, and she is so angry as a child." "Actually, I was not as high as the tree root at that time, but the classroom was raised one level, and I only had to raise my head slightly to look at the top of the tree. We reconciled quickly and our schoolwork load has become much heavier. We look up at each other occasionally, but we are just confused.

When the first summer rain pours, the urgent third grade of junior high school is beating in our blood vessels. The floor finally rose to the same height as the tree crown. Finally, there was no need to look up, but finally there was no time to look up. She was still sitting next to me and asked me calmly: "Can I apply for No. 3 Middle School?"

In an instant, heavy, huge, dark tree shadows pressed towards me, and I wanted to persuade her. , but was speechless. I don’t think I will give up my ideals, so what qualifications do I have to deflect her current ideals?

We are a cloud in each other's sky, occasionally projected in the center of each other's waves, reunited for a short time and separated for a long time. I seemed to see her smiling under the tree, sighing "so tall" and waving goodbye.

From then on, I no longer looked up at that tree. The trees will be green again next year, but under the trees, we are no longer looking up.

And life goes back and forth, looking up, catching up, surpassing, and galloping in looking up. Farewell, my beloved alma mater, there will be tall and tall trees waiting for me to look up to.

From then on, I no longer looked up at that tree. As time goes by, her figure will eventually become blurred. In the distance, another tree beckons.

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I am no longer willful

Since I was a child, I have always been the little emperor in my family. My parents, grandparents, and grandparents are all my subjects. I point to the west, but they don’t dare to go east. I point to the north, but they don’t dare to say south. They circle around me every day. Delicious food and fun things are available at a moment’s notice. Clothes come with my hands, and food comes with my mouth. Life is so comfortable. ! Gradually, I grew up, and because of the life I lived in a honeypot, I became more and more willful. When I saw what I wanted, I had to get it. My parents were always worried about this bad habit of mine, but no matter what they did, they couldn't cure it. It made me cry and make a fuss several times and made the house a mess, so they had no choice but to let me go.

The year before last, my father was laid off, and the family's financial resources were suddenly reduced by more than half, and life became tight. How can I endure a life of poverty when I have always been lavish and ignorant of what money is, and I still don’t know it? But crying and making a fuss can't buy a prosperous family, so I can only endure it. Soon, it will be my birthday. Birthdays in previous years have always been a success. I think this year’s birthday will definitely have a good meal and a good gift. But I never expected that on my birthday, my home would be deserted and there would be no preparation at all. My mother pulled me aside and explained to me hesitantly that something had happened this year, and she asked me to endure it for a while and make sure to make up for it next year. I didn't wait for her to finish speaking, turned around and ran out of the house. As I ran, I was thinking about something more important than my birthday. Huh, he clearly didn't want me to celebrate it... As I ran, I ran to a newly built community. I happened to be tired from running, so I found a chair to sit down and rest, looking around. Not far away, it seemed that a resident wanted to renovate his house and was looking for someone to carry materials upstairs. There was a person surrounding him. I was about to turn my head when I suddenly heard a familiar voice - it was Dad! I looked back and was stunned. I saw my father's not-so-tall body walking up carrying a bag of cement. Under the pressure of tens of kilograms, his body looked so thin. I suddenly understood why life had become hard, why I couldn’t celebrate my birthday, why my mother said something, everything was just because - my father was laid off, and I was still... tears of disappointment overflowed from my eyes. .

I turned around and ran home, helped my father buy a bottle of beer, put away the bath water, and waited for his father to come back...

Night fell, and my father dragged his tired body into the house, carrying a With a small cake - he remembered my birthday. That night is a night I still can't forget. I told my dad everything. Dad also cried. He stroked my head and said that I was sensible. Although that little cake was not as good as what I had eaten before, I still felt that it was the sweetest and most delicious cake I had ever eaten... From that night on, I began to learn to do housework and buy groceries... …Everyone said that I seemed like a different person. I know in my heart that if I hadn't seen my father that day, I wouldn't be like what I am now. Bad habits such as willfulness, picky eating, etc. have been overcome by me one by one. The ignorance of youth has been blown away by the wind, and the green fruits are gradually ripening. Willful, let me say googbye to you!

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I am no longer alone

The flowers are blooming and falling in front of the courtyard, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing in the sky.

This is a sentence that I admire very much. It expresses a tranquil and free state of mind very vividly. But every time I chew it carefully and ponder it over and over again, I always feel that there is a taste in it, and it is called loneliness.

Yes, I am so lonely. In fact, the real loneliness is not living on a deserted island with only the sound of waves hitting rocks in my ears, but being in a busy city but not knowing who to open my heart to... Maybe my excellent grades did not add glory and joy to me, but were like a... An insurmountable gap separates me from happiness. Why? I don’t want envious eyes, I just want to play and laugh with my classmates equally and freely... I am like the bird whose wings are tied with gold in Rabindranath Tagore’s novel. I cannot fly high; I also often accompany Sister Lin to "empty eyes and empty eyes" My tears are empty,” I poured out my cup and murmured, “I don’t know who he will be buried in,” just because I am lonely.

However, that ordinary rainy day changed everything.

"Boom!" There was an explosion in the class because the weather suddenly changed, the wind became dark and the clouds turned dark, and it poured heavily. Some timid girls covered their ears and pursed their lips tightly; some "Zhuge Liang" carrying umbrellas secretly rejoiced at their clever calculations. And I was bored, wondering if an umbrella could grow on the ground and escort me home. Haha, the school bell rang as expected. I stared blankly at the rain curtain outside the window, sighed heavily, and was about to walk forward in the rain, eh? Why isn't it raining? When he looked up, he saw a red umbrella. When he turned around, he saw a red smiling face. She said, "Let's go together! We're going home like this. Tsk, tsk, are you going to donate to the hospital? Haha!" So, we looked at each other and smiled, and our hearts quickly moved closer. That umbrella not only protected me from the wind and rain, but also shattered the cage of loneliness for me - from now on, I am no longer lonely because of her, my best friend.

Because of the nourishment of friendship, my life is full of sunshine. We laughed together, and we also had misunderstandings and quarrels; we would run all the way and shout out the depression in our hearts; we also lay on the same bed and confided to each other the private words of two little girls... Three years passed in a blink of an eye. Like running water, she melted the ice and snow in my heart with her passion. We are about to part, but I am no longer alone. The beautiful time that belongs to us is like a pair of warm hands, holding happiness to the highest point of the soul and never falling.

Loneliness has turned into a wisp of smoke drifting past my window, and when will my blessings bloom in your heart like gardenias on the branches?

From now on, I am no longer lonely (composition)

Every life is like a full and sweet fruit. It's just that some lives are wasted too early, revealing the wrinkled and hard core inside, like a wrinkled and hard core. The weather is very unpredictable, life is meaningless, and people are helpless...

The youth of the past. It seems that the ability to sense pain has disappeared, but some stubborn things are still sleeping in the heart, like a giant beast from the ancient times, spitting out an entire wasteland of fire when it was violated. Burning alone so gently but without passion, it is too dazzling to let people get close to it.

When the last ray of the setting sun in autumn fell softly on me, I stood under the withered sleeper tree. There are no clusters of brocade flowers, no chirping of birds in the sky. I just felt the beating blood vessels under my eyelids, and the traces of redness that were burning toward me, who was lonely. The chapped lips were tightly clasped by sharp teeth, and the messy hair beside the ears was shaken uneasily by the wind. It seems that I can't feel my heartbeat. The red heart that once danced passionately is nakedly exposed to the outside, weathered by wind and rain, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

I don’t want to say that I am weak, but it is true that almost every blow that comes quietly will make me exhausted. I couldn't accept the plummeting grades, I couldn't accept the helpless look of the young female teacher, and I didn't even want to hear and see everyone's high-spirited and smug faces when they discussed their grades. I wanted to tear apart those hypocritical faces. Haha, the terrible thoughts of a bad girl. My loneliness led me into a dead end that was always dark and never saw sunlight but was damp. The musty smell jumped on the tip of my nose and I couldn't breathe.

Until I was walking along the river bank, I noticed clusters of beautiful paradise growing in the gaps between the railroad tracks and the soil: slender flower stems with scattered leaves, and five petals blooming on the top. flower disk or subtle bud. They held their heads high and showed no sign of despair. Forbearance. Tenacity. Tranquilly blooming tenaciously under the afterglow of the setting sun, raising its head proudly.

From that moment on, I said to myself: "From now on, I will no longer be lonely!"

Farewell to the water plants in my memory that are gradually turning pale, and occasionally montage-like scenes will appear. In front of you. I firmly lifted up the water plants that were wrapped around me, and boldly and boldly sucked in the flavor given by the sun, stimulating my taste buds so that I could appreciate everything I would face in the next chapter.

Spread your wings and soar, your wings are clipping through the air, and you wave goodbye to pain and hustle and bustle with a white and holy wave. A huge shadow is cast on the ground, attracting young children who play in the strong sunlight.

I want to remember the heat of youth. From now on, I am no longer lonely.