Autumn affects my emotions

I am always so easily moved, because nature contains infinite vitality, which always affects my emotions. Not just a star, a leaf, a drop of water is enough to stir up the inner lake and create ripples in circles.

The sky is so deep and vast; the stars are so bright and dazzling; the gentle breeze and drizzle are so lingering and gentle.

Open the window and door, and you will be greeted by the unique warmth of the night. The lights of thousands of houses are bright, the stars on the road are twinkling, the moon has climbed up to the treetops, and the branches are weighed heavily. Silence fermented in the blue sky, and the chirping of cicadas could be heard from time to time. The breeze blew across my face, and the stars gave off a cool and faint light, appearing and disappearing. Every time I look at the stars, I can calm my anxious heart and make my mood suddenly brighter. When I am lonely, it is the stars that accompany me, and they illuminate the blind spots in my heart with their own brilliance; when I am pessimistic and disappointed, it is the stars that comfort and encourage me, blinking twinklingly to relieve my depression. mood. Star, your glance can always affect my feelings.

Walking on the tree-lined avenue is already late autumn. Walking on the path paved with a thick layer of fallen leaves, there was no sound or smell, and I felt extremely calm inside. The sunshine in the afternoon of autumn casts mottled and fine shadows through the jagged branches. I can't help but look back on the days when I accidentally looked up and saw the green shade. I felt solemn because of the passing of such a person. The cycle of four seasons shows the passing of time, which can't help but affect my nostalgia for the past and the present, and the melancholy of the passing of time.

Picked up a withered yellow leaf and touched its uneven veins. It was like the forehead of a weather-beaten old man, which touched my heartstrings. I have been wandering in the rainy season of youth for a long time, after going through countless trials. Will I leave traces of varying depths in my heart like these fallen leaves? ?

The days are flowing like water, and I find that I am so easily moved by every plant and tree in nature. Thank you - nature left behind for my ordinary and trivial life. A slight accumulation of emotions.

Dandelions touch my emotions

"I give you the lightness of a dandelion, and I hope you will be moved by all the good things!" The classmate recorded the message from his friend without warning. Breaking into my sight, there was a soft and white dandelion lying inside. The breeze blew and it danced lightly in the air. I was stunned, looking at the pure white elf in a daze, and my mind went back to the summer when dandelions were flying...

When I was a child, I was staying at my aunt's house in the countryside. In early summer, flowers bloom all over the hillside behind the house. At this time, my brothers and sisters and I always run there with joy. Clusters of flaming red azaleas, goose-yellow spring greetings, and lavender morning glories are dazzling. It's really beautiful. I clapped my little hands happily and jumped around picking these colorful flowers. I was very busy. "Ah, what is this?" The little cousin pointed to a place in surprise and shouted at us. So we all looked over curiously. I saw a cluster of white unknown flowers standing proudly in the sunshine, flying lightly when the wind blew. "This..." We all looked at it with wide eyes, but we couldn't name it.

"This is a dandelion." At some point, Mr. Gu, the "old scholar" in the village, had come to us. He looked at us thoughtfully, adjusted his glasses, and then said: "Dandelion is never satisfied with staying in a remote corner. It yearns for freedom and unrestraint. It likes to venture into the outside world the most." After listening, everyone nodded in understanding. Then he caressed the small white velvet flower without any care. Although no one understood what Mr. Gu said at the time, it did not affect our mood at all. From then on, we all fell in love with dandelions, and after dinner, we all rushed back to the hillside. We picked a lot of dandelions, and when we blew them gently, the blossoming dandelion seeds flew into the air. The white velvet flowers filled the air around us, floating and floating on the hillside, carrying our laughter and laughter. Hope flies into the distance...

At that time, we were carefree. Every day, we are like happy dandelions, blown by the breeze, flying up and down the country roads, flying past ancient houses, flying through patches of dense woods, and flying into the golden In the sunshine...

Just because I had to go to the city to go to school, I soon said goodbye to that lively and even noisy compound. The beautiful memories of my childhood were mixed with the cries of my old friends and brothers and sisters. The farewell came to an abrupt end, and there were still dandelions flying on the hillside behind...

After two years of studying in the city, I accidentally met my cousin who had just entered the city to study in high school. I was so excited He pulled her and asked: "Do you still remember the dandelions on the hillside behind my aunt's house? It's really nostalgic..." When the cousin heard this, she was stunned for a moment, but then she laughed: "Oh, I'm talking about you. , Still so childish. What’s so good about dandelions? They’re not interesting at all.” After saying that, he shook his head nonchalantly, with a sneer in his eyes, as if he was mocking my ignorance and naivety. I was speechless and could only respond. Choose silence.

At this moment, I silently looked at the flying dandelions in front of me and slowly closed my eyes.

Yes, what is gone can no longer be brought back, I will treasure it in my heart forever.

At least, what is integrated into my life is the true love of the world.

Dandelion...

That smile touched my emotions

It was a very shallow smile, so shallow that it was difficult to detect. But I could clearly read his concern from the soft corners of his mouth. Every time I stare at the friendly smile in the black-edged photo frame, my lingering emotions are slowly affected...

My thoughts wander through my childhood memories. He always likes to laugh. He always likes to hug me and rub my face with his cheeks with "little thorns", which makes my face itchy and painful. I try my best to avoid it, but my desire is unexpected. Get up spontaneously. From time to time, he would use his big mouth full of cigarette smell to kiss me hard on the face, smile, and then let me sit on his broad and strong shoulders, play with his big ears, and take me to enjoy flying. Happy...

My thoughts drift to the sea in my hometown. Under the setting sun, he held my little hand with his big, warm hand, holding a small plastic bag on the other side. We talked and laughed all the way to the golden beach in the afterglow of the setting sun. Watching the ocean with him was a wonderful thing. He gently put my little hand into the cool sea water, waiting for the distant waves to rush towards us, and bloom into a cluster of white pearl flowers in my little hand. That was the first time I touched the sea. Seeing my happy face, he smiled lovingly at me, with a trace of imperceptible nostalgia at the corner of his mouth, but I was too young at the time to understand his nostalgia. He took me to catch crabs and collect shells on the beach, which made me feel like Alibaba, standing in front of a huge and magical treasure house, and he was the one who said that magical spell. We sat on the beach, in the salty sea breeze, and he told me stories about the sea such as Nezha making waves in the sea and the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. He opened a window for me to peek into folk literature in the hazy moment...

My last memory of him was that time watching the sea. Soon after, my parents took me away from my hometown. When I saw him again, he had become a black and white photo forever embedded in a black frame. The adults told me that he was sleeping for a long, long time. When I nodded in understanding, I couldn't understand the sadness in the corners of the adults' eyes. When I grew up, I realized that the person who loved me was gone and would never come back...

He was my grandfather.

Poetry touches my emotions

I pick up one of the brightest red leaves; I look at the most beautiful place with the setting sun; I hold a handful of the clearest spring water ; And in the vast sky of knowledge, I choose the most charming poems to bring me satisfaction, and let the poems affect my emotions and soar in the sky.

The poems moved my emotions to the heroic words of "The old man is still in bed, his ambition is thousands of miles; the martyr is in his old age, his ambition is endless." Cao Cao's majestic spirit made me appreciate the heroic spirit of a military strategist and that Great ambition full of confidence. Reading about his heroic ambitions, my heart was aroused and inspired.

The poems brought my emotions to the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The dark society and the intrigues of the officialdom made Tao Yuanming resolutely retreat to nature and pursue the leisure and contentment of "picking chrysanthemums under the coyotes in the east and leisurely seeing the southern mountains." From his leisurelyness, I feel that the most authentic human temperament can only be obtained from nature, and the purest leisure in life can only be obtained by looking away from the world.

Poetry brings my emotions into a world full of romanticism. "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will rise directly across the sea." This kind of open-mindedness aroused in depression is unique to Li Bai, right? This kind of hopefulness for the future is brought about by Li Bai's romanticism, right? His open-mindedness and mind not only make me admire him, but also allow me to use it as a benchmark to face the setbacks in life.

The poems brought my emotions into the melancholy under the moonlight. At night, while drinking sake and looking at the full moon, the sorrowful thoughts came to me like spring water, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that has never happened in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and be thousands of miles away from each other." It should be derived from that sadness, right? Literary giants like Su Shi interpreted and wished for the feelings of underappreciated talents and longing for brothers. Shouldn't we also abandon our worries and treat tomorrow with a blessing attitude?

Poetry is a clear spring in my heart. From then on, I wandered in the sky and clouds, listened to the sound of poetry, let the poetry affect my emotions, and found my happiness in the poetry.

Snowflakes affect my emotions

The news of winter came slowly, and I saw the falling snow, exquisite and clear, spotless, like catkins flying, and like butterflies dancing. , graceful and moving. I was speechless and intoxicated in this romantic and beautiful artistic conception, quietly watching the snowflakes fall one by one.

Looking at the sky covered with dark clouds, I wonder what will be in the nine heavens? Maybe it is a happy elf with a pair of white wings, waving the flashing magic wand, spreading the notes of happiness to the earth along with the snowflakes; maybe it is a beautiful fairy with a pure long dress, shaking the The light skirt brings infinite poetry to the world accompanied by snowflakes.

I couldn't help but smile when I thought of this. In fact, I prefer to listen to the slight sound of falling snowflakes. It is hazy, comfortable and makes people's hearts move.

You may say that snowflakes are silent, but I can feel the vibration when it falls to the ground. It is the listening of the soul. It is so peaceful and fascinating, as if everything has just awakened.

In the snowflakes all over the sky, I seemed to see the childish smiling faces, the youthful vitality, and the indifference of sitting quietly; I saw the wheat seedlings in the field covered with a quilt, and the branches were covered with crystal clear flowers. The white, silver-covered world is soft and silent. Cen Shen's "Suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom" is such an appropriate description! I'm afraid the pear blossoms may not be as good as the falling snowflakes.

Slowly stretch out your hand, it’s so cold! A petal fell gently into my hand, cool, and soon it slowly melted away, as if it had never existed. I couldn't help but sigh that Snowflake's life was short. He only experienced a process from heaven to earth, and left in a hurry before he had time to experience the beauty of the world. But watching her fly for a moment is so touching. Although the beauty only lasted for a moment, and then she returned home, this short moment will become the eternity of her life. Even in the ice and snow, even if they are about to die, their steps will not be panicked, their dancing will not be messy, they will not stop pursuing the meaning of life, they will happily fall to the ground and return to their mother's arms. They are So calmly, hitting the window gently, rustling, like a relaxing piece of music.

In Lu Xun's "Snow", it is said that snow is dead rain and the soul of rain. I think you are right, when the snow truly melts and completes its mission, it does not disappear, but completes the sublimation of life and the rebirth of the soul. Some people say that spring comes after the snow melts. I agree with this statement. Snow not only brings the beauty of winter, but also brings the message of the coming spring.

Xue, you have taught me so much. I believe that I will have the most beautiful bloom in my life, even if it is just for a moment.

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