Song Qing stretched out his arms and embraced the blue sky at the top of the mountain; Wheat and his companions hugged each other tightly, and vilen was thickly dotted. The eagle spread its wings, flapping the sun and soaring with the wind; The horse hissed with its neck stretched out and ran on the grassland waving its mane. Our young hearts are stepping on the beat of the sunshine, showing our individuality. Our youth has its own stubborn shape.
The purple lavender in Provence haunts me, the lotus flowers in full bloom in the south of the Yangtze River make my mind clean, the lion lying in awe at the foot of Kilimanjaro and the antelope running in the Hoh Xil desert make my eyes water. Life is always colorful, and every life has its own shape. Showing colorful life to the world, different life brilliance is the most magical chapter of nature.
Haruki Murakami said that our hearts are not stones. In fact, even hard stones have their own shapes. Li Bai said generously, "Since God has given talents, let them be used!" And he firmly believes that he is a useful stone, even a jewel that always shines with the most dazzling brilliance.
Our life is full of countless possibilities. Take a unique road of our own, even if it is rugged and full of thorns, it is also a fascinating life we should have. There is no peace and enjoyment, no prosperous country praised by historians. Li Yu's pain of losing his country and family is also an unforgettable poetic story. Lost the quiet life in the study, lost the happiness of harmony, Li Yian's melancholy bitterness of "only frowning, but walking away" is also a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. Without the smooth career path and the opportunity to help the people in trouble, Li Taibai's free and easy and heroic gesture of "giving them to teenagers to exchange good wine and sharing eternal worries with you" is also a permanent landscape of life. Life should not be bound or restricted. Every life must grow its own shape and blossom brilliant flowers.
Did the wind on my clothes wet my eyes when Qu Zi jumped down? Did Du Fu's sadness that "the petals are like tears, and the lonely birds cry" infect me? Does Gu Cheng's strength of "making all people accustomed to darkness accustomed to light" shock me? When I saw their outstanding souls dancing in the clear light, when I saw the dancing souls in different shapes, I felt my heart growing.
The faint brightness sets off Zhu Ziqing's thin figure so firmly. Standing by the lotus pond in the moonlight, my heart is wide and soft. How can his watery eyes in the moonlight not remind people of his determined eyes when he took the lead in refusing to accept relief food? You are just yourself, you grow into a stubborn appearance, and you make me burst into tears.
Life should be a flower on a tree in the sun, a bright April day on the earth, and an elf dancing in the wind. Every life has its own language, and every life has its own wonderful!
We are children of God, God bless us, let our youth grow its own shape, dance lightly all the way, dance out its own melody and dance out its own flowers!
Let youth bloom its own shape!
Title: Love in Blooming Season
The unbearable weight in life is the unforgettable feelings for the deceased relatives. The weight in my heart is endless yearning for my grandmother. Qingming Festival is coming, and the whole family is going to visit the grave in Yuan Shang. The road is not far, but the heart is tight. The thoughts that have settled down over the years make me long for it. Finally arrived, and the milk was buried in the beautiful sunny slope. At this time, it is spring, green grass is woven into carpets, peach blossoms are brilliant, pear blossoms are brilliant, rape blossoms show golden pistils, and sunshine is everywhere. Lying in front of the tombstone of milk, I smelled the familiar smell in my memory, which belonged to my grandmother's most cordial love and affection, and was my lifelong attachment. The most sacred emotion in my heart belongs to my grandmother. She raised my father and raised me instead of my father. The warmth of her hand will always stay between my hair and my skin, and there will always be the A Ring of Endless Light she lit on the night of my life. Her love is so great that my clumsy pen can't express it. At the age of 78, Nye suddenly became seriously ill. When I learned the news, the whole family was shocked at first, and then heartbroken. Nai lived in Xianyang 2 15 Hospital when he was critically ill. Every time I go to see her, I am in tears. It was the darkest day of my life. My dear grandmother, my dear family, has suffered from illness in the past few years. The fresh love and fresh feelings in this world are about to give up and leave, but there is nothing I can do. These have broken my heart ... When I was dying, my father specially asked me to go back and let me take my two-year-old daughter. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and the child. She picked up a red apple next to her and put it in her daughter's hand. She told me to take good care of the child. Looking at my leaving grandmother and the fruit of peace in my daughter's hand, my tears gushed down! Grandma, a respectable old man, broke my heart again with her last love, last kindness and last kindness, which made it difficult for me to calm the pain in my heart forever. In a blink of an eye, I have been born for many years, but I still miss her very much, and my mood is often overwhelmed by a deep sadness inadvertently. We should also learn to cherish and introspect! Relatives are around and have no intention of returning; Relatives are gone, no way back; "The son wants to raise and the relatives are not there", and the regret in this life makes me feel guilty and can't let go! The cemetery in milk is tightly surrounded by dozens of pine and cypress trees. Father said, that means their children and grandchildren will always be by her side, so that she will not be lonely! Oh, I would like to be the greenest tree, staring at her with attachment all day long, hugging her with warm bosom, accompanying her with firm mind, repaying the warmest years she gave me in my life, the hard and sweet days she raised me, and her meticulous love for her loved ones. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. I know it's not rain, but tears of sad people all over the world!
Title, dancer
It is often said that "trying may not succeed, but you will never succeed without trying." But in fact, I think trying is success. Because at least you bravely took that step and surpassed yourself.
We were walking back to the classroom that day. Suddenly, our classmates turned around and asked, "I'm learning Latin dance recently." Jing yuan, why don't you come and learn? Anyway, technology is not overwhelming. "
Hearing this, my eyes lit up, but soon dimmed.
I really want to learn to dance. Every time I see those dancers on TV, my heart will pound faster, like a flustered deer colliding. In my eyes, those dancers are like butterflies dancing among flowers. I can't help but revel in it. I want to say yes at once. But at this moment, what just blurted out stopped. It suddenly occurred to me that I didn't have any dance foundation. I am worried that I will be laughed at by other students and will delay a lot of study time. I am very entangled in my heart.
Outside the corridor, small raindrops strung into rain curtains and floated in the air. The cold rain hit the ceiling and made a dull sound. My thoughts are as melancholy as the continuous rain.
Lying in bed at night, I repeatedly asked myself, "Should I go or not?" It's quiet tonight, there are no stars in the sky, only a crescent moon looms from the dark clouds. The faint moonlight shone on the floor. I looked at the sky and my thoughts were flying all over the sky. In a trance, I seemed to see myself dancing, and I forgot my fear. I decided, "I'm going to attend."
In the dance classroom. I hesitated.
There are only a few people in the dance classroom because teaching hasn't started yet. The walls are covered with mirrors, and the space is infinitely enlarged. I never seem to forget the boundary. I look very small. I want to give up. But I can't bear to give up without trying. I don't want to see it.
Take a few deep breaths and calm down. I started practicing those basic movements. I fell down again and again at the beginning, which made me even more flustered. Seeing the smiling faces of other students around me, my face turned red. I must be ashamed at this time. Not only I think so. I began to hate my incompetence.
The teacher saw my embarrassment and comforted me: "Don't be afraid, you just started learning, and the instability is certain. As long as you keep working hard, you will be as strong as other big brothers and sisters. The teacher believes you. " After that, the teacher began to correct my movements.
Time passes with the dripping of sweat. My movements began to flow smoothly. I gradually became addicted to the ocean of dancing, forgetting my fear and myself. I touched the soul of dance. In the next study, I am no longer confused, no longer care about other people's eyes, I am dancing with my heart.
Winter goes and spring comes, and days slip through your fingers. I fell in love with dancing.
When the movements were connected by me and turned into a beautiful dance, I smiled and laughed silly. Although my movements are not as consistent and standard as other students. But at least in my heart, I am successful. Because I have surpassed myself before.
Walking out of the classroom, I suddenly found that the sky was so blue; The sun is so warm; Birds sing so sweetly.
It suddenly dawned on me that it doesn't matter whether things are done perfectly or not, what matters is that I have experienced them. In fact, at the moment you bravely tried, you were already a success.
The teacher said that some psychological activities could be appropriately increased.
Book title, door
With the development of education in China, you may have smelled the campus. Maybe you can touch the door of the university. Even if you are still wandering outside the university gate, even if you are still trudging on the way to the university.
Now is the era of "knowledge explosion", and the country attaches great importance to education. Perhaps in the near future, illiteracy really has no place. As a minor, sitting in the classroom to study is the capital for future survival. Otherwise, it is extremely unworthy and sad to ruin the future only for immediate interests. Learning is our unshirkable responsibility, and we are knocking on the door of the university. If you don't work hard, work hard, work hard, you will never hear your knock at the door.
Maybe you are still busy having fun, please don't forget the door that you have been waiting for behind you; Maybe you haven't planned everything for the future. If you are still waiting, please don't slide to the end like this.
Maybe you are still challenging the limit of the night on the study table. In fact, you don't have to tell others about this pain, because everyone feels the same way. Maybe you still have a mountain of homework to do, but you must bury this trouble and pain in your heart, because everyone has the same efforts as you; Maybe you want to indulge yourself for fun, and you must tighten this indulgence firmly, because everyone has the same imprisonment and bondage as you. Maybe you're still avoiding the teacher. You don't have to be so hostile to the teacher, because the teacher always treats everyone equally.
When struggling on the road of learning, always remind yourself: that door is always open for me!
Title: Freedom of disconnection
I have had stiff neck since I was a child. I often get up in the morning with my neck crooked and cry for my mother. Mother naturally rubbed me carefully, but it was not a long-term solution after all. The pillows sold in the market don't suit me, so my mother decided to make them herself. Cotton is the best material, but it is too soft and hard, so my mother picks it up one by one and puts it in a pillow bag when it feels right. Two days later, I gratefully took this flower pillow from my mother. It is light, but it is heavy. I put my head in the middle of the flower pillow and wrapped my head inside. Cottonseed gently massaged my head. I am very comfortable, just like lying on the beach in the middle of the night, looking at the stars all over the sky, breathing fresh air, and my breath is full of my mother's fragrance. But when summer comes, cotton will smell musty when it is soaked with sweat. So, I simply put the pillow aside and slept with my head up. Naturally, my neck is crooked again, and my mother has something on her mind again. No choice but to ask someone to bring back a big bag of mung bean shells from other places. My mother sewed a new pillow with it. This pillow is much better than cotton. I sleep on it, as long as I move it gently, there will be a rustling sound, like a nursery rhyme without lyrics, spreading in the quiet night sky, making even the night elves stop. Of course, I slept soundly. Later, I learned that these mung bean shells cost my father nearly half a month's salary, perhaps because I like this mung bean pillow so much that I will hold it when doing business. Finally, one day, the pillow towel was broken, and when I saw the mung bean shell floating to the ground, my tears suddenly fell down: this is the second pillow my mother made for me! I went to junior high school. My mother gave me a new pillow on the day I left home. The new pillow has medicinal taste and secretes human spleen. Mom said that dad bought it specially in Nantong. Every night at school, I hold a medicine pillow, listen to the sound of Chinese herbal medicine and enjoy the most wonderful music in the world. Every time I close my eyes, it's like holding my parents in one hand and coming to the deciduous forest to see the golden land and full of warmth. ...... With the passage of time, I gradually understand that in this ever-changing pillow, there is an unchanging world, and in this world, there is an emotion that continues all the time. Perhaps, the story about this world is not wonderful, but it will accompany me all my life ... I find that chess is like life. I have learned to play chess since the fourth grade. Over the years, I have gradually discovered that this small chessboard also reflects a huge life. Two people play chess, and the bold one plays chess aggressively. At the beginning, they made an all-round attack and went forward bravely, with the tendency of "swallowing Wan Li"; Timid people are more important than defense, step by step, indecisive, for fear of losing the game because of unexpected events, and will adhere to the principle of "no one will attack me and I will not attack"; Steady people are thoughtful, resolute and seemingly calm, but they have already taken it to heart; Frivolous people are impatient, eager for success, playing chess regardless of the consequences, and eventually lose the overall situation because of a supercilious look; The scheming master deliberately lost to his opponent in the first game, increasing his pride, destroying his defensive heart, and spying on his opponent's routine to find countermeasures, saying that "the gentleman gave way to the first game" can really be described as fame and fortune, and then avoiding others' strengths, attacking their weaknesses, setting traps everywhere, please enter the urn until the opponent loses one game in a row and kneels down; Arrogant people tend to look down on their opponents, put on a "self-centered" and domineering posture, and opponents tend to be "shocked". Although this kind of person is psychologically good, it is difficult to win without real talent and knowledge ... People's different personalities and different mentalities are vividly displayed in this Chu-He Han boundary. The quietness of the chess game is like a pool of spring water, which is stagnant, but once it is turned into action, there will be smoke everywhere, killing everywhere, killing and injuring countless people on both sides, and the momentum is no less than the battlefield where smoke is rolling. Diamond cut diamond is indeed a happy event. The two sides sat down and fought for 300 rounds. They were killed in the dark, but they were still tied up. Both sides are inevitably upset, occasionally losing Jingzhou, and opponents seize the opportunity to pursue. It seems that failure is a foregone conclusion and there is no hope of victory. Suddenly, their eyes lit up, their backs turned to the horse and they went straight to Huanglong. The opponent was unprepared and ended in failure. At this time, I feel particularly carefree and unforgettable ... In fact, life is just a chess game. Life is an opponent, and it is not easy to give up. Only by learning chess, summing up lessons and constantly improving myself can I win. I have always thought that it is worthwhile to discover the mystery of this life in this small land. Therefore, life is like chess rather than chess.