1. In urgent need of famous quotes about traces of growth

1. There is nothing more inspiring than working hard to improve your life. ——Thoreau

2. Improve yourself where you stand. ——Edward Everett Halme]

3. Reading makes people perfect, thinking makes people profound, and talking makes people clear. ——Benjamin Franklin

4. Defeating yourself is not an easy task, it requires a lot of courage and firm information. Think about it, how many times have you defeated yourself? He still tolerated and pampered himself from time to time. ——Romain Rolland

5. Most people want to change the world, but few people want to change themselves. ——Wang Shao Boys' Middle School

6. Objective criticism can benefit people, but less objective criticism may not really hurt you. ---Wang Guozhen

7. Perseverance can enable you to achieve your goals, and erudition can enable you to discern worldly affairs. —— Schilder

8. Cultivate your garden, don’t rely on a teacher. . Follow your passions, boldly follow your curiosity, express yourself and create your own harmony. ——Will Durant Beauty

9. It’s never too late – It’s never too late to start, and it’s never too late to be happy. ——Jane Fondame

10. The purpose of life is self-development. ——Oscar Wilde

11. Everyone is different from others, and every day he is different from himself. ——Bo Bozhong

12. Action is the pearl and ruby ??of his argument. Hard labor, disaster, anxiety, and poverty were the strict teachers who cultivated his eloquence and wisdom. ——Emerson Beauty

13. There is nothing more inspiring than trying your best to improve your life. ——Thoreau

QQ343017697 2. Some beautiful sentences about the traces of growth (prose)

The Love of the Goshawk

My recent graffiti~ ~I hope it can give you some inspiration for writing

Published by Shayue Xinghun at 12:48 on April 12, 2009. Read (6) Comment (2)

Category: Mine Permission for the masterpieces handed down from generation to generation: Public

I have had a sincere love for the goshawk since I was a child. I have envied the goshawk’s ability to fight against the flying birds and will not stop beating them down. The eagle’s spirit of striking the sky and its tenacious will keep its spirit in the underworld. Eternal life in the underworld! What I admire most is that the goshawk knows how to rise with the wind and closely connect its fate with the current situation. Be good at assessing the situation, work hard to discover yourself, and become the true master of your own destiny. When the young eagle has first fledged, its mother will take it to the edge of the cliff and push its fearful and trembling body into the abyss, facing the danger of broken wings. , the tearing pain will be vulnerable in the face of the thirst for life. The pain deep in the soul inspires enough power to let it spread its wings, test fly, and hover------it also allows it to experience it before it soars. The severity of life, life is not about surviving in the mother's doting, nor falling in the hoarse wail, it is the fight between wind, rain and sunshine, the alternation of pain and joy. When learning to fly, the most dangerous thing is not the cliff, but the fear of stopping because of the desire for comfort. That will only lead you astray and you will never complete the beginning of life in the true sense.

< p> After the goshawk's wings are full, it always tilts its head when it is quiet, and its eyes look deeply at the lonely smoke in the desert. The light in its eyes is like lightning, arrogantly looking down on all the people in the world, and breaking through the wind and rain between heaven and earth; when it soars in the sky, , it still tilted its head, stretched out its giant hooked beak, lowered the whole world with its wings fully extended, opened its sharp claws, and circled in circles overlooking the wind and grass on the earth, as if it was always ready to tear the increasingly narrow world under its feet. . What gradually became clear in the field of vision was the extremely vast and fertile grassland. Even the cunning rabbit with three caves cannot escape the sharp eyes, and the boundless desert cannot compare with the extension of the wings. The long thread of life binds the humiliator to the world of "self", and drags the pioneers to distant worlds. Life is about firm belief and unyielding spirit. It has never been afraid of the vast universe, nor has it been afraid of getting lost in any direction.

Life is fragile. Disease, suffering, old age... are all devouring the tenacity of life. When the power of the goshawk's wings began to deteriorate, this unyielding messenger of life reluctantly plucked out its old wings one by one. The heaven and the earth were unkind, and everything was trying to be stubborn. But its unruly character refused to give in to everything. Reborn in glory, struggling in pain, looking for hope in struggle. Even if death does come, it will face it calmly. When new wings grow. The goshawk is like a deity, using its wings to transcend the definition of the cycle of life and death... Every painful degradation is the beginning of a new life. The goshawk can't help but add a beautiful ending to every passionate story. Full stop, every time Feiyu is reborn, he is rejecting the call of death. Every time he slides into the sky, it describes the passion of life... It soars freely among the blue sky and white clouds, flying faster and higher, higher and higher. , until it turned into a small black dot in the vast world. After a few arcs, it suddenly slipped into the vast universe without leaving any trace.

Because I am obsessed with goshawks, I keep looking up to the sky, thinking about the mighty clouds that accompanied Genghis Khan eight hundred years ago. However, all that can only be fixed in memory, including the blood-like setting sun in the wilderness, and the giant wings shining in the setting sun... Life cannot be eternal in time, but it can race against time in the soaring passion. .The blue sky and white clouds record the journey you traveled. I know that as long as the cliffs, grasslands, and deserts between heaven and earth remain, your life will last forever. Your majestic, heroic, persevering, and energetic writing A glorious and immortal chapter.

In the cycle of life, it either spirals up to the sky or draws circles in place. Draw a circle with the goshawk as the center, and the diameter is the space between heaven and earth. The goshawk will forever freeze its flying and fighting posture in the sky, leaving its shrill and burning rhythm in the sky. Perhaps this is the highest state of life. 3. Description " What are the sentences about "The traces of the passing years"

1. Let the years pass by, but I hope love can be like a young man.

2. Feel the passage of time and keep this memory alone!

3. Never fall in love with anyone else and let the years pass by.

—— Hatsune Miku

4. Time passes by life, and memory grows us.

——The Fish that Loves to Climb Trees "Resurrection"

5. Time passes like an arrow, spring goes and spring comes, destiny is coming.

6. The beginning of the story is always very strange Sweet, the passage of time makes people's hearts change.

7. Memories will one day last longer than the rest of life.

8. Quietly, there is no sound of the passage of time.

< p> 9. Time flies, years pass, who has let down the fleeting memory?

10. As time goes by, strings are used as songs, and they are gone forever. 4. Beautiful articles and poems about growth

Thoughts on growth

Those things that fly all over us The paper cranes in the sky of childhood have long been scattered in the wind, and turned into ashes as the years go by.

At that age when I was as innocent as the white magnolia petals, I met the figure who had no chance to touch all my joy and sorrow. From then on, my life was like broken glass on the ground, one grain at a time. The grain is stuck in my heart, with invisible scars and unspeakable pain.

I thought everything had turned into smoke, and no matter how many memories I had, they would not leave too deep a mark after time passed by. Those passing years are turning over and over in my heart with pain. I don’t want to and don’t know how to classify them simply, just like the word “sensible”. I don’t know whether I should be grateful or profound about it. The ground aches.

I just keep growing up, like all children, until I am no longer as old as a child, but I still can't break away from those meetings and those ties, which surge up in an instant, like a tsunami Overwhelming, nothing to follow.

Time flies around me, and the sound of rushing water is like running water singing a cheerful song.

The years are always accompanied by the stumbling memories of those people, those people or things that build us and our lives, like a train, rushing through our lives, leaving behind bright or dark clear lines. or vague imprint.

I saw how beautiful the two lines were at the moment they intersected, like a lark perched on a branch, like an orchid suddenly blooming in a deep valley. But I forgot about their endless waiting and separation before and after that...

In so many evenings and so many mornings, I looked at the unclear sky above my head and remained silent. In a daze, another dusk and morning passed...

That sky has always been so broad and lonely. It has been like this for many, many years, and it will continue to do so. Many years later, many, many years later, this is still the case, and those people who once said that they would accompany us to see every sunrise and sunset, where are they?

Finally one day I discovered that I could hardly remember the days in the past that I thought would be unforgettable. It was like reading a book and seeing where it brings you joy or happiness. Feelings of sadness or insensitivity. After reading it, I naturally turn over it and see new stories and new plots. Sometimes I think that life is just like this. In this way, I don’t know whether to laugh or to be sad.

I kept talking and talking, and suddenly I felt a very sad feeling. I had seen too much growth and it made me helpless and the same as above. When people choose something, they will inevitably lose something. No matter how perfect the choice is, it will never be perfect. In the process of growing up, I stood on the crossroads countless times, chose countless times, and lost countless times. Sometimes I feel that actually having no choice is the happiest thing.

Growing up is like a happy disaster! Happiness and disaster~ I always like these two words, especially when they are together, they are always surprisingly charming. A very simple word, but full of all the entanglements about growth and love... 5. Growth Footprint Poems

I learned to write it myself, *** learn from it.

Hasty

Time will always leave some

faint marks

For example, holding hands under the moon

Or meet by chance on the way

Many years later in the dusk

I will return to that original feeling

Quietly Time is allowed to flow through the memory

There are bells of life ringing

The wind in the wilderness

is a tremor in eternity

Suddenly

I was already gray-haired in my youth

Gray-haired

The river of life has long been precipitated

Fossils of the past 6. Poems about growth

The passing time sleeps with the gentle moonlight, looking at the lighthouse of youth, there are still stars shining on you and I, but I have grown up, looking forward to the future, I don’t remember Where is the intersection in childhood? I don’t know where my childhood dreams are in confusion. Years pass by in a hurry. People can already fly. In my dreams, I often hear the sound of staggering footsteps, but I can’t remember the steady gait after waking up. The wind and rain are precarious. The beginning of life is full of yearning. Looking towards the past. The fallen flowers and leaves at the intersection, the dissipated mist all sigh that time has taken away the ignorance. Today, holding an umbrella, I listened to the sound of rain and looked at the lighthouse. The sunshine in my memory is hidden on the road when we came. It has grown into a clear rhyme. I don’t know. What is the passage of time, what is the intersection of life when you wake up from a dream, and who wrote the mark of growth. 7. Traces of Growth "Xi Murong" Does anyone know the original text

1. Original text:

Traces of Growth - Xi Murong

Maybe things are not always right It will definitely be as expected. However, I always think that just giving me a good memory is enough. Even if it's just one day or one night, you should be content.

God has given me many wishes and what I want, and I have received them one by one, very quickly or very slowly. And although my longing for the beauty of youth seems to have never been obtained, as I walk and look back, it seems that it has passed. There were times when I didn’t feel it right away, but there were also times when I suddenly realized: It turns out, this is youth!

That summer, when I was almost eighteen years old, I went across the highway to sketch with my college classmates and lived in Tianxiang. The mountains were so green in summer that one afternoon, on a whim, three male classmates and I decided not to sketch with other classmates, but instead took nothing with us and climbed up a high mountain that we had been observing for many days. It is a very beautiful mountain, surrounded by mountains, and has a vague aura of a king.

And when we finally reached a slope covered with grass after more than an hour of tiring climbing, the sky was slowly getting dark. Facing the undulating peaks in front of us, with a tall and sloping grassland stretching up behind us, and the wind blowing up from the valley below, we were surprised to find that on this high mountain, this high mountain covered with grass, there are actually everywhere White lilies are in full bloom.

At that moment, I began to feel a slow pain in my heart, as if there was a voice in my ear, telling me coldly: You can only have this moment. Before this, you didn't expect that you would have it. After this, you will forget that you ever had it. The lilies belong here completely, and you are just a passerby who must go and leave. It cannot grow and bloom on this mountain forever like lilies.

The mountains at dusk have a gentle and sad beauty, but where does my heart belong? Three boys were lying on the grassy slope behind me, singing some popular songs loudly and in a nonchalant style, laughing as they sang. Youth should be so happy and carefree, and me, why can't I be like them? Why do I stand here in a daze, feeling so jealous of these mountain lilies blooming in front of me?

With such strong jealousy, I asked a male classmate to pick a large handful of pure white lilies for me. I held them tightly in my arms and took them down the mountain.

But it’s no use, it’s really no use. As the voice told me, I still can't hold on to those lost moments. Although the lilies I picked withered quickly, every time I think about them, they are still growing on the high mountains with the faint setting sun, in full bloom, pure and white. , in the gray-green dusk, showed me a beauty that never changes and can never be integrated.

2. Xi Murong, born on October 15, 1943, was born in Sichuan and grew up in Taiwan. Her parents are Mongolians from Inner Mongolia. Her Mongolian name is Murun Princess. During his father's military life, Xi Murong was born in Sichuan. He started writing poems in his diary at the age of thirteen. At the age of fourteen, he entered the Art Department of Taipei Normal University and later the Art Department of National Taiwan Normal University. In 1964, he entered the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Brussels, Belgium, specializing in oil painting. After graduation, he served as an associate professor in the Fine Arts Department of Hsinchu Normal College in Taiwan. He has held dozens of personal exhibitions, published collections of paintings, and won many painting awards. In 1981, Taiwan's Dadi Publishing House published Xi Murong's first collection of poems, "Qili Xiang", and it was reprinted seven times within a year. Other poetry collections have also been reprinted.

Xi Murong writes mostly about love, life and nostalgia. His writing is extremely beautiful, elegant and clear, lyrical and smart, and full of true love for life. It influenced the growth of an entire generation.

3. Main works: "Qili Xiang", "There is a Song", "Exploration of the Soul".