A meteor pierced the night sky, which was the trace of my thriving in the wind and rain ...-Inscription

Feeling in the wind and rain

In the distance, the red sun sets and the birds return to their nests. Occasionally, "twittering" cries came from the trees. In this happy holiday, I followed my father to the fields.

Xia Guang's recent photo reflects his father's figure, which seems to show the glory of farmers. I saw him holding a plow in his left hand and a bullwhip in his right hand, but the bullwhip in his father's hand didn't reach the stubborn cow. Perhaps this is a feeling, although it is between people and animals. I remember that my father just wandered around the Fiona Fang for a few kilometers every day, painting the land as a prison, only knowing that he enjoyed himself in poverty and relished it in poverty. He has never been happy with all his sorrows, but only knows to bear everything silently. This may be the nature of farmers, who are not demanding of life and are not picky about society. As he taught me at that time, it will always ring in my ears.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but raise my eyes and my work accelerated.

Grow up in the wind and rain

God, it's cold. The moon is round. The lights are dim and the stars are shining.

On this quiet night, my mother and I sat in the dim light doing needlework. The sparkling light shone on the mother's face, and the white hair on her temples was obvious, and wrinkles had climbed up her face.

When I was a child, I always liked to lie beside my mother and watch her mend my shoes. My mother always sewed one needle after another kindly. But I never cherish my mother's painstakingly woven cloth shoes, and I "tied" them under my feet all day, which made my mother unable to sleep for many sleepless nights, but my mother always said kindly, "Children are always more active."

Now, of course, I don't need my mother to mend my shoes, but every time I think of the previous scenes, I can still remember them vividly. I stared at my mother's white hair affectionately, and my work in hand could not help but speed up.

Mature in the wind and rain

The breeze blew gently on my cheek, brushed the hair on my cheek, as if whispering to me.

The students have all gone home, but I am still wandering in the classroom. The mid-term exam scores came down, and the ideal high school scores I wanted to go to in the year I left were two points short.

"Two points", what a heavy two points! It will make me like a wild goose with broken wings, and I can't swim in the blue sky from now on; It will make me like a dry land, and I can't feed my seedlings from now on; It will make me like a ship lost in the vast sea, and I will never return to my warm hometown. Yes ... in all these thoughts, my heart is so heavy and complicated. But I didn't lose heart, and I didn't lose heart, and I became desperate. There is a power in my heart, as if to make me soar in the sky.

Maybe this is maturity. After taking so many exams, wouldn't it be sad if we couldn't completely adjust our mentality and turn failure into motivation? Thought of here, my heart is stronger!

Not experiencing wind and rain will not make your mind stronger; Not experiencing wind and rain will not make your knowledge more enhanced; If you don't experience wind and rain, you won't understand that you should be independent. ...

La voce naturale

In the examination room, besides the examinee's pen rustling on the examination paper, there are cicadas chirping happily outside the window, encouraging the students who have been cold for nine years. Yes, the voice of nature; It is often the truest, the most beautiful, the most moving and the most profound inspiration. ...

Chunyu said

Such as ox hair, such as silver needle, spring rain, gently sprinkled on the dry land, the land is wet and red; Sprinkle it on thirsty crops and the crops will suck it. The spring rain awakened the grass, awakened the buds, gave them sincere care and meticulous care, and moistened everything on the earth silently.

Chunyu said: "I am the mother of the earth, and I have an obligation to take care of my children!" " "Spring rain, isn't it endless maternal love?

Xia yang said.

Golden glory, xia yang is high in the sky. The sun shines on the earth. Shining on the skin of flowers, flowers and plants hang their heads shyly; Water molecules shine on the water and rise to the sky happily. Xia yang, lively and splendid, exudes a moving brilliance.

Xia yang said: "I am the representative of youth!" Yes, we teenagers shouldn't have xia yang's lively personality and enthusiastic attitude towards life, shouldn't we also radiate the most touching brilliance?

Ye Qiu said.

"rustling" and "rustling" Listen, this is the sound of autumn leaves falling. What we hear from it is not the short life of autumn leaves, nor the plaintive groans of autumn leaves, but the dedication that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more"

Autumn leaves said, "May I be the nourishment for the next generation!" " "Yes, the spirit of selfless dedication of autumn leaves is vividly displayed on you.

Winter branching theory

Last winter, the leaves fell out and the branches of a tree groaned in the cold wind. Its branches stretch out into the distance. What does it seem to be waiting for Yes, it is waiting for the arrival of the spring breeze, and it is preparing to breed the next generation of leaves, flowers and fruits.

Dongzhi said, "I hope I can get many leaves with my love." Dongzhi, I respect and let me understand my father's expectant eyes.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, nature circulates in it. Nature is unable to speak. But I heard the sound of nature with my feelings. The voice of nature inspired me deeply.

How to read love?

Love is a thousand things, but if you love me, who are my parents?

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It was a lonely night. The sunset faded the last ray of light, and the autumn wind sent away the last wild goose. The last train today took me far away. Seeing my parents disappear before my eyes, I couldn't help crying again. ...

Thread in loving mother's hand, daughter's clothes.

God, I don't know why it is so cold. The night is deep and the cold is biting. No wonder the poet said that the day and night are as cool as water. In fact, is the night in the daytime order as cold as water? I can't sleep tonight on a cold night with a thin blanket. Tomorrow, I will say goodbye to my parents and go to the county high school. My mother is still sewing buttons for me under the lamp.

I got up and said to her, "mom, stop sewing." How can the buttons of clothes be loosened so easily? " She said, "If the button is really loose without you, who will sew it for you?"

Looking at my mother's blue hand with cold, my tears rolled down my cheeks involuntarily. ...

Before he left, he was worried that it would delay his time to go home.

I don't know when, dad got up, too. I can see that he is not asleep either.

"Lingling, mom and dad don't send you to school this time, in order to give you a test. If you can't solve anything, just call grandpa. Grandpa is with your second uncle, which is close to your school. If you can't do it again, you can also ask teachers and classmates for help. Don't be brave, everything is hard to support. " Dad repeated the old saying that he had said many times.

Seeing his worried eyes, I had to say to him again, "Don't worry, Dad, I have only been to the county town once."

"But this time is different. You are going to study and stay there for a long time. "

"Isn't it that there are grandfathers, teachers and classmates who can help me?"

Dad finally smiled confidently and said, "yes, I mean we must find them more." Remember to call home often and come back to see mom and dad when you are free. "

Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.

"Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered home." Li Bai's poem suddenly caught my eye. Now, the train has taken me far away. Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured quietly on my face like running water. In this case, how can I not think of my mother's figure and my father's baa?

Dear mom and dad, I know I will never finish reading your deep love for me. However, I still want to say to you affectionately: "Dad, Mom, my daughter has grown up, and I love you. I will certainly live up to your expectations. "

Cheer for yourself.

Don't be discouraged when facing difficulties. Please don't be proud in the face of success. Cheer yourself, you don't need a reason.

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There is no choice but to spend money.

A disturbing riot finally came. Perhaps, this moment of silence is a precursor to the storm. My parents finally went to court. They want a divorce. Facing the court's inquiry, I shed tears of helplessness and pain. Life will be better with my father, but I can't bear to part with my mother. Looking at the traces of time and the anxious tears on my mother's face, I feel distressed. I encourage myself to be strong, so I choose a lonely and helpless mother. In the face of the past, although I was helpless, the flowers still fell behind. Facing the future, I want to go up a storey still higher and cheer myself up. I believe that single-parent families can be very happy.

The swallow I may know is back.

After my father left, my family was penniless, and my mother and I had to rely on 400 yuan's salary every month. Because of the huge contrast with before, I began to get grumpy. I, a carnivore, will become a vegetarian overnight. The problem of catering has become a big worry for me. Because of this, I am often angry with my mother. She had no choice but to cry quietly. How should I bear this? One night's comparison made me lose confidence in life. I rushed into the room and cried after school. Before long, my mother came in and patted me on the shoulder. "Green, mother sorry for you. Our mother and I live alone. You can't give up! Mom has confidence in you! "

This sentence illuminates the darkness in my heart. Shouldn't I cheer myself up more? I still have my mother, and I still have hope. What's so terrible about being poor? The terrible thing is that I thought I had only poverty, and I wiped my tears. I believe in myself. Suddenly, deja vu's happiness came back. You should cheer up, and your life will be very happy in the future!

I'm still alone in the fragrant garden path

I am walking alone on the incense road of the exam. Cheer yourself up, cheer yourself up. I believe that one day I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea! Cheer for yourself!

Whether it is the past "helpless flowers falling" or the present "wandering alone in the small garden", we must cheer ourselves up and learn not to be discouraged in life. Only in this way will the other side of happiness get closer and closer to you!

Cheer for yourself.

The road of human growth is the process of moths breaking cocoons into butterflies. When you become a butterfly, you need your self-confidence to cheer yourself up.

Mom's hand

No matter how deep the wound is, mother's hand will heal; No matter how bitter the tears are, my mother's hands will dry; No matter how cold your heart is, your mother's hands will be warm.

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Heal a deep wound

Accidents will happen. When I was eight years old, I was unlucky and was bitten by a puppy. When I came to the hospital, every shot of rabies vaccine was stuck in my heart, and it was useless for the doctor to comfort me. It smells like adding fuel to the fire. At this time, my mother will touch my head with a gentle hand and say, "Men should be strong!" " "At this time, the hospital will be much quieter. From then on, I knew that my mother's hands could heal deep wounds.

Dry the bitter tears.

Life is often unhappy. In the exams from primary school to junior high school, I have always achieved excellent results, which made teachers, me and my family "sigh". Depressed, ashamed, didn't go home. In the small street, I cried so sadly for the first time as a tough guy. At midnight, my anxious mother finally found me crying and sleepy under the tree. My mother wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, took me home, held my hand and talked with me until dawn. My eyes are finally dry. After that night, I knew that my mother's hands could dry the dry tears.

Cold and warm heart

History is always strikingly similar. The results of the "second model" in the third grade are as heartbreaking as three years ago. Looking at the poor report card, I froze. For the next few days, my heart was like being thrown into the freezer of the refrigerator. I made a naive decision: since there is no hope of further study, I will drop out of school and work. When my mother heard this "great" decision I made, she flatly raised her hands that touched me countless times and gave me a loud slap. After hitting me, my mother cried. Her two lines of tears awakened me, and my cold heart was awakened by maternal love. I put a hundredfold energy into my study again. Today in the examination room, I knew it was my mother's hand that warmed my cold heart.

Mother's hand, mother's love; Mom's hand, my soul home.

I want to be a wandering cloud.

I want to become a floating colorful cloud and soar in the sky of classical literature.

Bank of Miluo River

When I arrived at the Miluo River, I stopped unconsciously. I saw Qu Yuan crying by the river and sighed, "I am alone in the cloudy world, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone." With a bang, the world of giant Lei Zhen is shaking. Lao Jiangfeng combed his hair like a shower of bangs, and he trudged along the lonely river. So "I" propped up the boat with the rhyme of Li Sao, shook the oars of nine songs and nine chapters, and raised Tian Wen's dissatisfied sail, beside the Miluo River. Who knows that the pain of life and justice is intertwined in his heart? He stood by the river, and the wind blew gently on him. Between life and righteousness, he finally chose righteousness. In the turbulent wind and waves, I am willing to accompany him to feel the patriotic passion that shocked ancient and modern times.

Wujiang shuibian

I lamented, I'm sorry, the wind gently pushed me to the water's edge of Wujiang River. The wind swept Xiang Yu's face. He looked dignified, stroking the mane of Wu Zhui horse, and watched the Han army surround him, and his followers fell one by one. I remember when I was a child, my uncle said to him, "Sacrificing one person for Qian Qian is different from sacrificing one person for Qian Qian. You have to choose! " He has the heroic spirit of a stag burning his bridges, and he has the great benevolence and righteousness of not killing Liu Bang at the Hongmen banquet, but he does not have Cao Cao's earth-shattering rhetoric: "I would rather teach the whole world to betray me!" Maybe someone is scolding you and blaming you, but I have been in song for you, singing for your boldness and boldness. Yes, otherwise, how can there be a hymn of "I miss Xiang Yu so far and refuse to cross Jiangdong"?

At the foot of Nanshan

Flying over the starry sky of history, I saw Yunfeng and Qiuju in Nanshan. I know, that's where Tao Yuanming lives in seclusion. Although he "planted beans in the south of the mountain", all he got was "the grass is full of beans and the seedlings are sparse", but he "greeted people with love stories and wrote books on the piano to get rid of worries". Yes, to be a man, you should learn to stick to yourself. It is not a poetic life to "go to Dong 'ao to relieve worries and write poems in a clean stream" like him. In him, I felt another beauty of life.

I want to become a wandering cloud, wandering in the long river of classical literature, witnessing the glory of every hero and great man's life, and harvesting the moving enlightenment brought by every hero and great man.

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