Gratitude is respect. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she met her primary school teacher at the meeting and thanked her with a bunch of flowers. The great man Mao Zedong also expressed his deep gratitude to his teacher during the festival. Great men since ancient times have a grateful heart. Gratitude does not need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a call and a touch of emotion from you.
Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to ask for food and clothes. It seems that there is another isolation zone, which makes us selfish, forgetting the parents' efforts and the sound of happiness. Learning to appreciate others is a kind of conscience and filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.
With a grateful heart, look at the society, parents and relatives, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your heart. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world better and life more fulfilling.
Life is not a rehearsal.
It is easy for us to waste our lives, wasting every day, every hour and every minute. It is easy to ignore the color of children's eyes and the ups and downs of indifferent symphony melody. ...
Create a life, a real life, instead of frantically pursuing promotion, higher salary and bigger house again and again.
Create a life that is not lonely, and seek the people you love and those who love you. Remember: love is not leisure, but work. Make a phone call, send an email, write a letter, and create a generous life.
You should know that the best thing is life, and you can't take it for granted.
It is easy for us to waste our lives, wasting every day, every hour and every minute. It is easy for us to ignore the color of children's eyes. The indifferent symphony is due to the ups and downs of melody.
It is easy for us to live, but difficult to live.
Many years ago, I learned to live. I met a great misfortune, which changed my life. If I had had a choice, these changes would not have happened at all. I have learned the most unforgettable lesson so far.
I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I've learned that life is not a rehearsal. Today is the only thing you can grasp.
I learned to see all the beauty in the world and try to give it back to others, because I sincerely believe in beauty. I do this partly because I want to tell others how I feel, and tell them: think of the lilies in the field, look at the fluff on the baby's ears, read in the backyard, and let the sun shine on your cheeks. Learn to be happy.
Suppose your life is in the terminal stage of cancer. Because you do this, you will make your life full of joy and passion. This is the true nature of life.
moonlight
At night, just after dark, dense fog filled the air, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.
Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!
Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!
The moon is accompanied by cold.
Whenever the moon sets in the west, I always want to say to it: go to bed early. You and I spent a long night. With your waiting, it is obvious that I will no longer be lonely. Soft moon waves flow in the fog. You often create a quiet atmosphere for me, hoping that I can sleep peacefully, but the result is "the moon is swaying lightly, and I don't feel the sky is far away." Your silence always makes me wonder, don't you also have the wound of "unrequited love, hard to open your lips and teeth" The sky is boundless, the frost is left alone, the water is flowing and the rhyme is moving. The thin clouds are still there, and the wind touches your heartstrings, and there is a bleak whisper. What you expect is your bosom friend, you don't need to say it in a thousand words. The light in one corner is enough. Even if you weep your sleeves sadly, you will be like a bean, because "he" is enjoying the same feeling.
The secret pain of the soul has long been unknown. Under the gentle comfort of the years, it has not faded, but it has been hooked. It's hard to break up and forget. Rivers and rivers are shallow, with many differences and full of water.
Sometimes, I am really tired and think I can have a rest, but my wish is dashed in reality. Night after night.
Stupidity is not the ridicule of others, but my own lament. So is the moon, and so am I. At dawn, he gradually disappeared. On the moon, willows sprouted and vowed to stay. Shadows drift away, only sigh and never look back.
Month, still waiting.
It's clear autumn, I feel it, and your heartstrings are chaotic again, so it's hard to calm down. Looking at the frost on the temple of the moon, I suspected that it was hidden in the jade floc, but I was silent, and the night was still early.
Accompany you, accompany you, you don't say, I understand. No matter how long the night is.
The sad person is alone in the dark, and the lonely lamp is crying in the cold room, but if you ask how sad you are, you will know that the night is short and long.
Forest overture
I can't remember where it is, but the scenery there does have an indescribable charm. A stream gurgled out of the valley, and colorful streams flowed quietly under your feet. If this color is made up of withered flowers and fallen leaves. Bend down, immerse your hands in the water and lift them slowly. Crystal clear water will overflow your hands and then unconsciously escape through your fingers. At this time, if you smell it with your hand, a wisp of fragrance will be caught by your nose, mixed with the smell of wild flowers. Pay close attention, if you are lucky, you will find that a mountain flower is still fresh and still blooming with wet stamens. In this godsend journey, the dust on jade has already been washed away, and it should be as holy and simple as Furong.
Through the clear stream, you can easily see the pebbles embedded in the river bank, round and shining. This unparalleled technology is perfect. Take it in your hand and feel it carefully. There is some coolness that seeps into your palm and slowly tightens your palm. It is indescribable smooth, because it skillfully fits your hand, leaving no gaps and dense tolerance, so that your hand and stone are integrated, and you can't feel its existence, just like clenching your fist. Inadvertently relaxed, pebbles disappeared in an instant. Poof, it fell into the stream, splashing and falling into the water with a fallen flower. The delicate sand was stirred up, suspended in the water, and hung red in it, then gradually subsided and the water surface returned to calm. But this flower stayed here, and she was lucky. The days of drifting with the flow were over, and it was still a good shelter.
The breeze brushed the dripping hand of the stream, and suddenly I felt infinite comfort, long-lost beauty, listening to the trickle of running water and the trembling of the maple forest. Isn't this the sound of nature? I don't know where the stream comes from, and this addictive music is playing endlessly.
On the other side of the stream is a dense forest. Several rotten trunks are full of fungi and full of vitality. Grey tits are eating at will. This may be rebirth. Obviously, squirrels are everywhere, and the fruits under the pine cones are sparsely left there. As long as I heard a little noise, a pine nut was taken out, and the action was very agile, followed by silence. Looking intently, it turned out that the squirrel was looking at himself and his steps had just moved. His figure is already on a branch a few feet high.
The afterglow of the sun faded away, so I said goodbye for the time being.