Chapter 1: Watching the beautiful scenery, herding confident horses, without reins and sadness. In the dense forest of life, in the face of ravines, sometimes we smile faintly, and sometimes we cook another idea enthusiastically.
At the age of sixteen, we have an endless grassland. Sixteen years old, we think everything is beautiful. Beautiful people, beautiful things, and a better heart. We took out sixteen gold coins for the sun to see, and none of them were hypocritical. I know our hearts are beautiful, and I can't open our magnanimity to the world.
Waving a hoe, I planted seedlings in my hands. Ah, the beauty of the new bud suddenly came from my heart, generate. I also know that I am this seedling, and I will go through the storm to make my vigorous heart grow green poems and paintings. A piece of green is floating in my mind and I can't help playing beautiful notes. I'm looking at a beautiful green landscape.
At the age of sixteen, I began to experience the beauty of everything. I set sail, began to choose my motto, and began to review and correct my footprints ... My father often warned me with a famous saying: "There are three things in reading, namely, heart, eyes and mouth." I will keep this famous saying in mind, and I will do better!
Dad told me that he failed in high school and went to the army. But he never indulges himself, cherishes an inch of time and insists on self-study. Among them, the most unforgettable thing is that when I was in Beijing Armed Police, I always trained from morning till night, but as long as I had time, I quickly read a few pages, so that I still keep his reading notes. That's it, perseverance, accumulation of sand into a tower, that is, dad benefited a lot.
Someone must say, what does this reading have to do with beauty? In fact, reading is a kind of beauty, which can cultivate one's mind. Read more books, and the beauty and beauty in the books will also infect you, thus cultivating your beautiful mind.
Reading is a kind of beauty. In today's society, we should not only study, but also behave beautifully. Be civilized. Establish a new style, walking in the street, you say who can't talk, ask, I can give you a serial port, but how many people have done it? A beautiful tomorrow is either said or done. To put it bluntly, we have strength. Why not show it?
Today's friends, who seldom experience disasters and pains, can study happily in the bright sunshine, freely display their talents in all aspects and show their grand ambitions. We should try our best to show the beauty of all things, that is, to become a new generation with real talents and learning and live up to expectations.
Chapter 2: Looking at cloudy days and bringing rain. Standing under the bright sky, I don't know whether it is rain or tears that gradually blur my eyes. The tunnel of memory brought me back to that place full of good memories, reminding me of the watch of the old man who bound his feet day and night when I was young.
When I was young, I lived in my grandparents' house. Besides my grandparents, there is an old man-my great-grandmother. In my last memory of her, I only vaguely remember that she is a silver-haired girl with deeply sunken eyes, only a few teeth left, wrinkled face and relaxed expression. I often only see her in bed because of her slow movements. She doesn't seem to like to laugh, but some are just plain, like a puppet without any ups and downs. So, I didn't like her when I was a child.
When I was five years old, my parents with stable jobs took me to the city. On the day I left, it began to rain obliquely and densely. I said goodbye to my grandparents outside the door, and said goodbye to my grandmother, but it was only faint, faint and without any emotion. She is a little deaf, but she should call me. I have left with my parents. ...
The rain didn't weaken. It danced happily in the air, wet the flowers and plants in front of the door, and hit the lake, causing ripples. Also wet grandma's heart. I left my hometown and enjoyed everything my parents gave me happily. Many years later, I may regret not looking back at the old man standing in the wind and rain. Now I have left with the care of my grandparents and the heart of the old man, but I have gradually forgotten it. ...
It has been many years since I returned to my hometown again, and I returned to my grandparents with a fresh and strange smell. But this time, I came back because my grandmother died. I didn't cry. I seem to have forgotten those thin memories. I only remember that my favorite new skirt was accidentally stained, so I was angry for a long time.
Later, my grandmother told me, "You know, since you left, your great-grandmother has been eating and drinking, always asking about your whereabouts. Whenever it rains, she will go to the station to wait for you ... She is afraid that you will get wet ... "Grandma's words rumbled in my ears and tears rolled down my cheeks. I seem to see the face bent down at the station, with a heart to protect my loved ones.
Outside the window, the rain has stopped, but my guilt has never stopped.
Chapter 3: Reviewing the past, cherishing the present and looking forward to the future.
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Silly innocence, straight stubbornness, standing by the window several times, having so-called pure fantasy, always feeling that what I think is a long time later, perhaps the so-called future.
Staring at the window when I was a child
A person quietly stays in front of the window, watching children of the same age playing games there, having fun and laughing happily. How envious I am! I laughed with them. After all, I still know those children, and they also know that I didn't go down to play with them because I was sick. A child's heart is the purest. What they need is their partner. They put their partner above everything else, so they called me. I responded loudly to the past, thinking that I would ask if I was better. As I expected, this is naked show-off and temptation! They waved our children's irresistible jelly and shouted at me, "There is jelly here, I won't give it to you?" I am envious and a little angry: hum! What's the big deal? When I'm done, let my mother buy me a lot of jam for you! Just thinking about it, I looked out of the window, and there was a light in my eyes.
Hope by the back window
I gradually understand that I have some immature ideas when I see my parents' hard work. In order not to let my parents worry too much about me, I will study hard. But I always can't control my naughty temper and often get into trouble at home. I came to the window and thought about some childish things I had done, and I felt a little guilty. I am so old, and my parents have been so worried about me. I must let my parents live a good life in the future and stop working so hard. I hope I can fulfill this promise. There is some firmness in my confused eyes.
Watch from the window of adolescence
Now, I have been away for a long time, maybe I have forgotten the promise I made by the window, or maybe I have higher aspirations than that promise, and an idea has been formed in my mind. I study for myself, and I fight for my future! This semester, I was far away from that idea, which led to a decline in my grades. My parents added a few wrinkles and a few strands of white silk. I'm also worried about my future, my future. The confusion in front of us is like a window. I stood at the window and looked at my future sadly.
Sadness is not my style. I want to look at my bright future with confidence.
Chapter 4: There are always a few simple notes that people want to wear. Blank space is always the most real and moving picture, and half of it is the past of the west wind. Ten miles of peach blossoms are full of enthusiasm and embroidered with the light of time.
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The roadside flowers have bloomed, thanks again; The leaves on the tree are green and fall again; Only an old man under a roadside tree has been standing there, looking straight at the end of the road.
The old man has white hair and his eyes are full of anxiety. She's waiting, she's waiting for her elderly wife to bring her lovely little grandson back, she's waiting, she's waiting for her granddaughter from high school to come home safely, and she's standing there, regardless of the cold and heat, thunder and snow, waiting for the string that touches her heart to be put down.
This old man is my grandmother. Grandma had a rough life. When she was young, she was a doctor. At that time, she was in high spirits, but life was not smooth sailing. Grandma's family is the landlord. At that time, her parents left her and lost their jobs. Although her job is gone, her craft is still there. With medical knowledge, grandma opened a small pharmacy in the village, and grandpa also opened one. But time makes people old. Grandma's eyes are getting dim, her hair is gray, and grandpa is not in good health recently, which is pulling my granddaughter's heart hard! Every time I come home from school, the first thing I do is to visit my grandparents. Grandma will take out a lot of fruit and treat my granddaughter. When I was a child, I always ate beautifully and patted my stomach and went home. Grandma will smile and say, "Little White Wolf!" I smiled and went home. Now I always say, "Leave it to Grandpa. Grandma always praises me for growing up, but I am sighing in my heart. " Grandparents, you are old, but my granddaughter can't stay with you all the time. You must be healthy until your granddaughter comes first. "
Now, I'm going to school again. When I went out from my grandmother's house, my schoolbag became bulging and filled with my grandmother's love. I closed the door for grandma, but I heard the door open again and grandma came out. She said: "Be sure to study hard! I nodded and stopped looking at her. I'm afraid I can't control my tears. I got on the bus and left. Grandma's voice echoed behind me: "Be careful on the road! "I turned around and found that my grandmother's back was so old and desolate, and I was in tears.
Parting opens grandma's lonely watch again. She looked, looked, looked. ...
Chapter five: If the watchman wants to succeed, he must take a road that he doesn't want to take or take. On the road to success, have the courage to try and watch; Have a hard look; There is unremitting persistence in watching.
When I went to middle school, I heard the news that a band was formed in the seventh grade. I decided to try to be a clarinet player. After studying for a while, I realized that the set performers at the concert started from boring reading music and practicing fingering. In order to practice a syllable, the clarinet is often put down for a long time, but the finger is still fixed on the fingering of that syllable and can't move. This practice is really hard! Winter is getting deeper and deeper, and it is still dark and cold when I go to practice musical instruments every morning. I want to shrink back; I no longer want to pass the exam; I don't want to be an actor anymore. When others are entertaining, I just want to sit by the TV; I can still have a sweet dream when others are still sleeping in. However, it was I who suggested to my family that I should try playing clarinet. I also said that at the end of winter training, they would see my presentation. I can't break my word, I insist. When the last song of the performance "Singing Smile" was finished, I felt that I not only tried to face the difficulties, but also tried the joy of success. I am shocked that I can give up halfway, and I am glad that I can persist. I am more proud that I dare to try new challenges. I lost myself in this music and imagined that I could perform on a bigger stage. ...
I will never forget my first fishing experience. At first, luck never came to me, but helplessness and disappointment made me uneasy. I was inspired by the meticulous and dedicated attitude of the old fishermen around me. Thinking about the old man's silence, I finally understood that my emotions caused my "bad luck". I also try to treat the empty hook with indifference and tranquility again and again, and then I can calmly throw down another pole and wait quietly ... I will never forget that the first fish I caught in my life was the octopus. So I know that if we want to succeed, we should keep trying, be patient and persistent, be diligent and earnest.
In wristwatches, we pursue unremittingly; in wristwatches, we realize our dreams; in wristwatches, we keep growing. In the watch, we keep going to success, and then we keep standing at the starting point. Because we have firm faith, strong perseverance and hard work.
Chapter 6: Watching for happiness, it's so beautiful! Too beautiful things are too illusory, perhaps, happiness belongs to this illusory country! I yearned for happiness since I was young, because I got too little happiness. Sometimes in retrospect, in the long river of life, there is no wave aroused by happiness.
Happiness, too beautiful, too unreal! It doesn't look like it was written by a teenage girl. Happiness belongs to happy people, and I, only in the flower field of life, look at the rose symbolizing happiness, so beautiful! Maybe life is so unreal that no one can really understand me, including myself. Sometimes my classmates always say that I am too optimistic, and I will be crazy with me. Hearing this, I stopped making a sound and just grinned, but I have asked myself, "Really? Am I like this? " Then I suddenly felt very funny. This may be what people call illusion! In fact, the real me is not so strong and optimistic, but after experiencing so many painful heart injuries, I have woven a cocoon for myself and hid my heart tightly inside. However, under the appearance of happiness, no one knows that the optimistic girl in their eyes is not without tears, but sighing alone in the dark without people.
Many people think I'm strong, but I'm not. My heart is as fragile as other girls, and I really want to find a shoulder to lean on. However, life does not allow me to be weak. The weaker I am, the more I have to pretend to be strong. Whenever there are bugs in the dormitory, my roommates will scream in fear, and I am the only one who looks at them calmly, which is what I am afraid of.
In reality, I feel more and more terrible! I can't figure out what I am. I dare not think or face the bumpy road in the future, but this road will go on eventually, and it must go on, because I know that the way to terminate a road is to finish it. I think I was born a watchman, and I can only watch in the fields with flowers. But I can't wait forever, because I want to find my happiness when I am young. Maybe I owe myself for too long, and I always feel a little wronged, so I decided to pursue my youth and happiness. I used to be too pessimistic, a little inferior and lonely. My friends read my previous articles, and the comments were all "pathetic". Sometimes I feel really sad when I reread my article, and maybe I will shed a few sad tears. Nowadays, flowers are always beautiful. This beautiful flower cannot live up to it! Even if there are accumulated melancholy clouds in life, they can't stop the bright sunshine. Even if the storm has arrived, it is still dazzling after the storm. Go, find a happy flower field! That is what belongs to youth. No matter how illusory happiness is, I believe: I, a happy girl, will find it.
I think this may be a turning point in my life. /kloc-for 0/8 years, my world has been bleak, but after today, my life will be full of colors, and my life will bloom in the flower field I have been waiting for, just like the sun that never fades, forever, forever fragrant with happiness!
Chapter 7: Observing the future. If it is the moon, I am the star, dotted with the moon; If the future is the sun, I will be the sun and accompany the sun; If the future is blue sky, I will be a young eagle soaring under the blue sky.
Youth is short, I can't explain what my youth is like, maybe I will continue like this, because my future is not clear, and the fog spreading ahead seems to mock my ignorance. Now I can't know what the future looks like. I can only stand in the same place silently, watching and watching the confused future.
Memories are beautiful. In my mind, "the past" has been edited and polished, just like the afternoon sunshine, emitting faint warm memories. Miss childhood, carefree, free, no responsibility, no pain When I was a child, I fantasized about what I would look like when I grew up countless times, and now I have forgotten it. Now that I have grown into a young man, why should I miss the past? Just keep them in mind and cherish them silently.
Qian Qian's beautiful future is not worth a warm present; Every real present is the future we once imagined. What we should do is to cherish the present and look forward to the future. What can we do if we leave the people we depend on? What we have to do now is not just "study hard and make progress every day". We should use the present environment to pave the way for our future. Society is not as beautiful as we thought. What kind of people should we be in society? I thought for a long time, but I didn't get the answer. The future is not coming to you, but you have to capture it yourself. Only with accumulated efforts can you get a better future. However, these are not what you will do in the future, but every day now.
How time flies! There is only one year left in junior high school in a blink of an eye. Our study atmosphere has also become tense, and everyone is studying hard to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination. The past summer vacation means the beginning of a new semester. And the future is always playing hide and seek with me. Whenever I get close to it, it will run away playfully. I think maybe I did it in a hurry. What I should do now is to look at it silently and look at my future.
After many things, I really understand that only by grasping the present can I look forward to the future. We have less and less time, and there are too many things to do in life. We should seize every second now and live every day as if it were the last. Grasping the present begins with grasping today, and every day we are paving the way for a better future!
The future is unpredictable, but can be rewritten. My future is up to me!
Chapter 8: Watching the rain linger in a city, there are traces of it in every corner. There is no intermittent rain, only quiet rain, as if listening to the wandering heart.
Standing on the watchtower alone, staring helplessly at the foggy cage city, there is not much emotional fluctuation, because this place that once yearned for infatuation has become eclipsed, helpless and full of vitality. I have always been keen on running to the distant past. I used to be so passionate, and my persistent belief seemed to be higher than the sky. I look forward to opening up my own world in the future, and I also dream of pursuing my own happiness and freedom. However, everything here changed my original mourning idea. Now, although my heart has become calm, it has also become indifferent.
When I first arrived here, the vast world spelled out from the mountains seemed to think that I had found a musician and opened up the future with a warm heart. So, with a youthful effort, I shuttled through the complicated streets, passed by more or less strangers, and wandered among various applicants. I hope to use my intelligence to leave some traces of my dedication to social construction.
Unfortunately, although I keep telling myself that my application has failed, I firmly believe that this is just a test of life.
Twilight is not as peaceful and harmonious as I thought. Because, the intrigue of officialdom here has given Dumo a real meaning. My heart is at a loss and becomes as light as water. My dream of the future, which I once worked hard to weave, turned into pieces all over the ground overnight. Humanism * raises a glass to dispel sorrow, so it's not like this now?
When I open the curtain and look at it, I wonder why the world is so cold and why the dream I insist on is torn apart like this. Waiting quietly, the years pass, time is like fine sand in the hand, it is difficult to hold it firmly in the palm of your hand, and waiting for the passing days is really painful.
I confided to my friends, only to find out how cruel and bound the reality is. My traveling companion and I wandered in the bar room, talking about the heartbreaking heart of "We are all unhappy-until eternity passes".
In front of the case, tears poured down like wax, washing away inner pain and helplessness, and playing the piano quietly. Perhaps only in this way can we find spiritual comfort!
Memory is a yellow leaf that refuses to wither. Although green has been erased by years, they don't want to leave the shade of the big tree!
Mom said that when you are happy, you are more homesick; Go home more when you are in pain. These words, like timely help in the snow, warmed my heart and gave me a comfort!
Pack your bags and set foot on the road home again. Although this city is full of my youthful blood and impulsive yearning, it has not left me behind after all. I'm just a passerby who is a little sentimental here.
This dream is to wake up after all!