I am a bird. In a few days, I will leave my mother's arms and go out to wander. However, where should I go?
My mother said to me, "people's hearts are broad and can accommodate many dreams, but many people don't know this." Once the heart is small, the world is limited. Come on, kid, come with me and see other people's lifestyles. "
We flew and flew into an empty little yard. There is a kennel hidden in the dark corner of the yard, and a dog seems to shrink helplessly in it. There is a kind of sadness slowly flowing through my heart. I asked the dog, "Why are you hiding in this small house glumly?" The dog looked at me, sighed softly, and then said weakly, "I really want to get out of here." However, every time I run away, my master will chase me with a long and thick whip, and every time I am caught back, I am beaten black and blue. So I learned my lesson and hid here quietly, not going anywhere. ""You will definitely go out, "I encouraged him." Try a few times and you will succeed. Keep going! "The dog just closed his eyes and ignored me.
I had to fly away with my mother in a boring way. This time I saw a middle school student who painted seriously. He was so absorbed that his mouth was always shining with happiness. Finally, he finished an oil painting that I thought was very beautiful. Immediately, I followed him back to his home. I hid in the dark and saw his mother's face full of lost face, and her mouth seemed to be spitting something ugly. Middle school students looked depressed, bowed their heads and silently accepted all the scolding from their mothers, and then went back to their rooms. The middle school student became very sad. He threw away all the paintings and painting tools and muttered, "What is possible?" ? What is possible? Will painting have a future? It is my duty to work hard to get into college. "Then I buried myself in the homework pile and worked hard. I'm confused. I was so happy just now, but now I look sad. I was puzzled, but my mother said it was late and we went home.
The next morning, when the first sunshine pierced the blue sky, we set off again. My mother took me to a warm meadow, and a bunch of dandelions stood straight on my back, looking at the sky. I'm curious. Ask her. She said, "I'm waiting to fly. As soon as the wind blows, I fly against the wind and where I want to go. This grassland will never be my home, and I still have a lot of things to do ... "At this moment, the wind raised her" feathers ",and she flew and flew to an unknown distance to find her dream.
Mom said that the human heart is a bud, and the attitude towards dreams and reality determines the growth of the heart and its future.
I nodded, and I had a direction in my heart. I looked at the distance and imagined my future.
When you fly farther and farther, you will feel like a kite is broken, and you will feel unprecedented helplessness. Nothing else dominates you-it's your heart. When you are at a loss, whether the ship at your helm will follow the right route depends on your persistence.
I seldom settle down to listen. But it is like a balloon. When it is full, it will fly to the sky, and you can't catch it if you want. Life in the first grade has long been different from that in the primary school, but we have to keep up with the rhythm of the times every day to sweat and work hard.
"The flower of success, its budding bud, soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice." It was not until junior high school that I really thought deeply. Yes, the first grade is a bridge to lay a good foundation. However, the bridge is not flat, but full of thorns. If you are not careful, you will get hurt all over. I thought about giving up, but I didn't dare to give up, because I didn't want to disappoint the parents who put their good hopes on their children. I don't want to see their tearful eyes and the word "disappointment" around me. The times are developing rapidly. If we still live like grinding ink, I'm afraid we will be eliminated. Stand up This is a sequence that has been lingering in my mind, and the learning process will always be displayed on the screen of the brain cinema. Now people live a dull life because of a strong sense of urgency. Students seem to have no extra-curricular entertainment time except studying in class. Sometimes when I look at books piled up in the sea, my head will swell up like lead.
My heart is an eternal navigator. I am willing to follow my heart and be the best I can be. Although tears are always useless on my face, I will still stand up and face everything I have to learn to overcome sooner or later. I have to accept the challenge book of study every day, and my fragile side will be released without reservation in front of it. I would rather secretly wipe my tears under the covers than be seen by others at the most vulnerable time. "Son, do it according to your own ideas! I will help you study more firmly, acquire knowledge, and really grow into a mature big child, not that immature child. " Is the heart talking?
Is the day when I get rid of the fog the day when I succeed? There are too many great people in the world, and their success proves that it is right to follow your heart. Even if you are spurned and despised on the road, when you get through it, you will see the goddess of hope waving to you! Sad practice has achieved a more magnificent landscape than the ocean, a brighter future than gems, a denser hope than stars, and a bluer and purer heart than the sky ... This is like How Steel was Tempered.
Believe it! I hope it's what you want to see. It is our inner hope, so please listen to it! That's a friend worth listening to. ...
The direction of mountaineering is estimated to be known all over the world. Walk to the top of the mountain with your feet and hands, and silently say, "There is no mountain higher than people, and there is no road longer than people's feet."
But my mountaineering is unusual and even subverts my concept of going forward bravely.
At that time, our family went to climb the mountain together. The winding mountain road looked like a provocative long snake, and it looked heroic. But the more so, the more I can't hold back my inner excitement. My head is as exciting as the finish line of a sprint. So I clenched my fist and almost dragged my parents and strode to the top of the mountain.
When climbing the mountain, I smiled contemptuously on my face and said to myself, "This mountain is so cowardly, I conquered it!" " "But when I look around, the mountain road in front of me is calling me forward. It leads to a higher mountain. My smile suddenly dimmed, and my heart rippled like a stone falling into the water. Suddenly, I said to myself, "Go ahead and conquer it! ！” So I clenched my fist again, tightened my nerves again and rushed to this brand-new peak.
Eager for new goals, I forgot to rest. The first thing I did was look around to see if there were any new challengers. Sure enough, the distant mountains are calling me forward. I am like an invincible but invincible general, angry from embarrassment. My mother always encouraged me to say, "OK, it's high enough." I said, "No!" The stubbornness in my heart urges me to move forward again. Without moving a few steps forward, my legs are like iron filled with mercury, heavy and unconscious. I am willing in my heart, but I can't. I can only look at the mountains and sigh.
"You are brave. You can go straight ahead like this, but you can't say you are resourceful." On the way down the mountain, my father smiled and said to me. "Every time you try to go to a higher mountain, you spend your time on the road ahead and have no time to enjoy the fruits of the journey ahead." Father paused a little, and then changed to a more solemn tone: "So, you should set your ultimate goal in your mind now, and then move toward your inner direction instead of the peak!" " "
Now that I think about it, everything is like this. Doing one thing, those who don't make progress are lazy, those who want to stop it are reckless, and those who want to cram it are greedy. Only those who persist in contentment, dare to harvest, know how to give up, go forward and go forward bravely are great wisdom and great wisdom, and the true meaning of success.
Whenever a higher peak in my life appears on the road opposite to my goal, I will say to myself, "Go in the direction of my heart ..."
Direction of Heart Composition 4 Tsinghua University graduate Bu Bing gave up his stable career in Shanghai Architectural Design Institute, resolutely chose to go to Yale University to study for a master's degree, and then started his own business; Singer Li Na gave up her singing career, decided to shave her hair and become a nun, and worshipped the Buddha devoutly, thus gaining inner peace. How to live in this world? They gave exactly the same answer: follow the direction of the heart.
There are too many temptations in this world. If we don't have dreams in our hearts, we may go astray. The world is too realistic. If we succumb to the oppression of reality, we may be completely lost. What kind of life is the most wonderful and regretless? That is to build your own dream and follow your own inner direction.
In the most prosperous Tang Dynasty in China's history, a baby's crying broke through the broken sky in Central Asia, and one of the greatest poets in history, Li Bai, was born. The growing environment in the western regions shaped his bohemian character. He rode through the Shu Road and came to Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, in an attempt to gain the appreciation of the emperor and achieve the same goal as thousands of scholars in Qian Qian, Qian Qian: to be an official. On the contrary, the career path is full of traps. Li Bai saw through this and chanted loudly, "Alas, how can I bow and scrape to the high officials? No one will suffer from seeing an honest face! " He rejected the social trend at that time, went to be an official and pursued his inner dream. My hero marched around with his sword, which also made him the title of "Poet Fairy" and his elegant and handsome great poems.
In a small mountain village in Sichuan, China, two teachers stuck to a steep cliff primary school. They are Li Guilin and Lu Jianfen. They gave up the superior teaching environment in the city, walked more than ten miles of mountain roads, climbed the dangerous ladder for more than two hours, took root in the cliff primary school at the top of the mountain, and began their teaching career for decades. Over the years, they have expanded the school from a small bungalow with only one teaching building with a meager salary; They mobilize minority students who don't want to go to school to receive education, because they know the great role of education in rural development. They are not afraid of harsh realistic conditions, follow their inner direction, light a candle in the mountains, and touched countless people.
On the other hand, many people in the real society, or have no ideas in their hearts, go with the flow and do nothing all their lives; Or set up a wrong dream and lead yourself astray in pursuit of power and wealth. Only those who have beautiful dreams and follow their inner direction can shine their light in this world.
May we all follow our inner direction and create our own wonderful life.
In this world, there is always a heart belonging, a heart attachment and a heart direction.
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The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion, a day for the whole family to sit together and have a lively meal, and a day for wanderers from afar to miss home. ...
On August 15, our whole family sat together and ate "reunion" food happily. Everyone was in full bloom and enjoyed the hard-won reunion. Even grandpa, who is usually unsmiling, laughs so happily.
After dinner, adults are still chatting, from current affairs and politics to entertainment and gossip. I have never been interested in these things, so I came to the balcony alone and sat quietly enjoying the bright moon. The balcony door opened with a "crunch" and my sister complained:
"I said elder sister, how could you not call me?"
"What are you doing? I finally lived a clean life. "
I answered casually, but my sister didn't seem angry. She just made a face at me and sat quietly next to me. We just sat and watched the moon silently for a long time, and no one spoke first until my sister recited Su Shi's Mink Head.
"When is the bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? ..... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine ... "
I still didn't speak, but my sister kept saying:
"It was supposed to be a reunion Mid-Autumn Festival, but Su Shi was in a foreign land, separated from his relatives and drunk alone. But life is like this, there are ups and downs, there is no perfect time ... "
"Perhaps, this poem by Su Shi also wrote the heart sound of a wanderer wandering in the country. They are homesick, but they can't go home for various reasons, but home is the only place they can attach themselves to, and it is also the direction of their struggle ... "
I finally said this sentence, and my sister nodded silently.
The door opened with a "crunch" again, followed by my sister's witty statement:
"Oh, I said, the atmosphere in the living room is very lively, and the atmosphere on the balcony is extremely depressed. One is high and the other is low. Is this the rhythm of the explosion? "
"Boom!"
Brother booed at the back, so he made us laugh. Sister conjured up a plate of moon cakes from behind like a magician and said:
"I heard that the moon and moon cakes are more suitable on Mid-Autumn Festival night!"
We eat moon cakes with a smile.
"I hope that all the wandering wanderers can eat this sweet moon cake."
I'm thinking. ...
The direction of the heart, the direction of the home.
-endnotes
I am a bird. In a few days, I will leave my mother's arms and go out to wander. However, where should I go?
My mother told me, "people's hearts are broad and can accommodate many, many dreams, but many people don't know this." Once the heart is small, the world is limited. Come on, son, come with me to see other people's life patterns. "
We flew and flew into an empty little yard. There is a kennel hidden in the dark corner of the yard, and a dog seems to shrink helplessly in it. There is a kind of sadness slowly flowing through my heart. I asked the dog, "Why are you hiding in this small house glumly?" The dog looked at me and sighed softly. Then he said weakly, "I really want to get out of here." However, every time I run away, my master will chase me with a long and thick whip, and every time I am caught back, I am beaten black and blue. So I learned my lesson and hid here quietly, not going anywhere. ""you will definitely go out! " I encouraged him to say, "Try a few times, and you will succeed. Keep on cheering!"! "The dog just closed his eyes and ignored me.
I had to fly away with my mother in a boring way. I saw a middle school student this time, and he painted very carefully. He was so absorbed that his mouth was always shining with happiness. Finally, he finished an oil painting that I thought was very beautiful. Immediately, I followed him back to his home. I hid in the dark and saw his mother's face full of lost face, and her mouth seemed to be spitting something ugly. Middle school students looked depressed, bowed their heads and silently accepted all the scolding from their mothers, and then went back to their rooms. The middle school student became very sad. He threw away all the paintings and painting tools and muttered, "What is possible? What is the possibility? " ? Will painting have a future? It is my duty to study hard and get into college. "Then I buried myself in the homework pile and worked hard.
The next morning, when the first sunshine pierced the blue sky, we set off again. My mother took me to a warm meadow, and a bunch of dandelions stood straight on my back, looking at the sky. I'm curious. Ask her. She said, "I'm waiting to fly. As soon as the wind blows, I fly against the wind and where I want to go. This grassland will never be my home, I have a lot of things to do ... "At this moment, the wind blew up her" feathers ",and she flew and flew to an unknown distance to find her dream.
Mother said: "The human heart is a bud, and its attitude towards dreams and reality determines the growth of the heart and its future."
I nodded, and I had a direction in my heart. I looked at the distance and imagined my future.