The friendship between green leaves and roots (Zhejiang)

When Grandpa began to taste the aged Longjing, which had been brewed for four times, the guests who came to mourn gradually disappeared. My mother held my hand tightly and said goodbye to this land where I was born and raised. I smiled slightly. It turned out that there was no eternal hometown, and we were always passers-by.

After dealing with Grandma's funeral, Grandpa no longer adhered to the land that left countless memories, and obediently followed us to the city. However, walking on the cobblestone path, I saw my grandfather's look back countless times. The deep attachment and inexpressible helplessness eventually turned into a muddy tear and slowly flowed back into my heart.

farewell, I heard these two words.

Grandpa in the city still gets up early every day. This is somewhat different in a city that is used to nightlife and disdains the morning sunshine. However, grandpa doesn't care about those strange eyes, and still wears old blue overalls washed white every day and shuttles around the community. He cultivated a flower field in the abandoned land in front of the building, sown all kinds of strange seeds, and waited for it every day, looking serious as if he was completing a sacred mission.

only I know grandpa's loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. The euphemistic warblers' cries every morning, the mournful moans of the wooden stairs, the tiny sunshine scattered through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy breath with a faint fragrance.

In this piece of reinforced concrete, I can't find such a simple and pure smiling face. Every time I see my grandfather waving his hand, he is helplessly put down in a cold brush, and I always have an impulse to cry.

At that time, grandpa was a green leaf with high spirits. He could leave his roots for a while and wander in the distance to find his own scenery. However, now, this green leaf has quietly withered, and he needs to go back and stay with his hometown forever.

it was grandpa's eightieth birthday, so my relatives and friends got together. My eyes rolled, but I couldn't find grandpa. I got up quietly and went out of the banquet hall. I saw my grandfather wandering in the corner window. I went over and shook grandpa's hand. Grandpa moved his lips and said, "I want to go home." Like a sheltered child seeking a home.

"ok, let's go home together." I saw my own shadow from my grandfather. Everyone is a green leaf. No matter how far it floats, it has been deeply imprinted by that land. Yes, this is the helpless and sweet fate of every green leaf.

Then, let's work hard with affection for our roots, and then go home hand in hand before sunset.

Nostalgia (Zhejiang)

The vast river carries the sailing boat on an expedition, but the boat knows that the direction of the lighthouse is the harbor most attached to its heart when it comes; The blue sky carries the wings of pigeons, but the direction of home is so clear. Just like the attachment flowing in the river and the missing in the sky, when a familiar term emerges in my mind, my heart is always throbbing.

I used to be so amazed at the splendor of the fallen leaves and deeply impressed by the ultimate beauty. The branch is only a few meters away from the land. However, Ye Er resolutely broke free and let the wind fly, and it whirled: it was crushed by the car, but it still sang and whirled in the direction of the root. I asked the fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves were silent. It should be the feelings that emanated from the inside, and I slowly realized it.

until that year, the sunshine was warm, and the spring breeze was warm, but it was bitter, and the cypress trees in front of the door rustled and swayed. On that day, our family moved to the city. Away from the crystal dew in the morning, away from the clear rhyme and elegance of smoked bean tea transpiration in the local flavor, away from the comfort of walking in the ridge with an umbrella under the spring rain. I got into the car waiting in front of the door and looked at the beautiful image of the old house reflected by the sun. My memory was dusty in this peaceful courtyard. In the direction that gradually went away, I shed tears, falling uncontrollably and flowing from my heart.

far from home, everything is so novel in a strange city, but my heart seems to be more homesick. At this time, I seem to be able to truly understand the determination of the fallen leaves to break free from the branches. It is the strength of the family and the strength of the roots. An essay by Lin Yutang once gave me deep comfort. When he was a child, he lived in Gulangyu Island, close to the sea. He often listened to the meditation of the sea with his father at the seaside. He often asked his father about the picture of the other side of the sea, and he yearned for it. Finally, he flew over the sea, but this side of the sea still lingered in his heart. He said: "When I flew across the sea, I thought it was actually very small, but when I looked at my hometown from the other side of the sea, it was so far away." A short sentence is so meaningful, because homesickness is the most beautiful language on earth.

Every living thing has its roots, a thread that pulls it, and the most beautiful feelings in the world. Just at the junction of Peru and Bolivia, there is a new lake Titicaca, where a group of Ulu people live. How many spring and autumn months have passed on that day, he still lives on a floating island. When the Inca civilization gradually goes away and the greenhouse effect strikes, he still insists on sticking to it. They say, "That is the water where roots grow, and roots can't be pulled up and moved."

It was such a simple but moving word. I returned to the familiar land with such a desire to find and an irresistible attachment. I was walking along the country road with a cup of green smoked bean tea in my hand, feeling the fragrance of the earth in the dense moisture, just like Tai Caliso's Mass. At that moment, I felt that I was melted. Pulling up the wild flowers by the roadside, I was amazed at the lush roots, which generated gorgeous colors. At that time, I found the answer that I had been tracking.

I am about to set sail when I am young. A book and a cup of tea are steaming with nostalgia, and there is always a lighthouse in my heart that shines in the direction I came.

On tiptoe (Hunan)

I stood on tiptoe and looked anxiously at the corner of the road. Why hasn't the bus come yet? It's been waiting for more than ten minutes ...

Today, the school has a day off on Dragon Boat Festival, and the college entrance examination will be held in another month. I'm very tired, but my heart is steadfast. It's like this. I'm going to Tsinghua Peking University.

"Di Di", the bus finally arrived. There were not many people. Maybe it was noon. I sat by the window. The bus shuttled between the mountains and the plains. There were green trees on the mountains and green rice fields on the roadside. Occasionally, I could see people carrying medicine boxes. When I passed some people, I saw peach trees covered with peaches and plums, and bamboo poles in the yard were scalded with boiling water.

I went to my yard through the orange grove in the back hill and shouted, "Mom, I'm back." Mother came out of the room, wiped her hand on the apron twice and took the bag with a smile.

"Why did you come back so late?"

"There were many people by bus in the morning, so I read a book for a while!"

"are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"You are just overconfident!"

Mom smiled, her face was covered with wrinkles, and then a peeled zongzi came to my hand. When I was a child, I had to eat a newly cooked zongzi until the middle of the night. Now I think the taste of zongzi is not good, so my mother brought out peaches and scraped my skin.

There were fish, meat, eggs and wild mushrooms picked by my mother for lunch. My mother kept asking me to eat more, but I was not polite. Before the meat was swallowed, the fish was stuffed into my mouth, and finally even the broth was soaked in rice, which was very supportive.

after three o'clock in the afternoon, I'm going to school again, and I won't come back until I finish the exam.

My mother gave me 411 yuan.

"There is only one month left, so eat well!"

"I see ..." I drawled.

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you an undergraduate course!"

I carry my bag, and my mother carries two cooked meat dishes and a bag of peaches and plums.

"Mom, I don't want it. It's so heavy!"

"put it in the car and don't want you to carry it. When you arrive in Taoyuan, you will be sent to school for four yuan. "

I walk in front of the road, my mother walks behind me, and I walk side by side with my mother on the road.

"Mom, when I am admitted to Hunan Normal University, we will have a good time in Changsha."

"I haven't passed the exam yet!"

"Mom, I'll take you to Changsha when I find a tutor."

"Why hasn't the bus come today?" , I stood on tiptoe and leaned out. My mother patted the dust on my body, tidied up my collar, and began to nag again ...

"Tick-tock". Finally, the bus came, I squeezed in, my mother handed me something, and then stood there. The car door was closed, and the wind blew my mother's hair. trouser legs was empty. I waved, and my mother waved ... < I saw my mother standing on tiptoe and waving at me ...

I said "post-91s" (Tianjin)

"post-91s", still wearing clothes with patches of green and blue ribbons, carrying an "army shoulder", singing "Sailing on the sea depends on the helmsman", reading the "old three articles" of revolution, and opening my mouth to make revolution and keeping my mouth shut. Is it pride, pride, and mixed feelings that inspire you to remember the passionate years of the revolutionary era, or blame yourself and sigh: for 61 years, our descendants have not changed our poverty and backwardness and simple thinking in the same direction?

I think, when we are no longer shy and confused like "post-71s and post-81s", I am a little bird. I want to fly, but I can't fly high. I am looking for a warm embrace. Is this too high? We "post-91s" are more willing to sing "I want to fly higher" confidently. When the wings roll up and the heart roars, we show an optimistic attitude, a confident character, a search for the value of individuality and self, and an open and inclusive view of the world.

Of course, we also have many shortcomings and deficiencies: we pursue luxuriance, pay attention to fashion, love to play with individuality and fresh vocabulary, like the idol temperament of "cool" and "drag", lack the simplicity and tenacity of hard-working and down-to-earth, and even some are selfish, fragile, rambling and rebellious, lack collective consciousness and belief, have modern gorgeous leaves, but lack the roots of rich national traditions. However, how much of the ills attributed to the "post-91s" by society are our appearances, such as the clothes we wear, which are only different in color, and how much is only an extreme individual "point" rather than "face", or how much is the "assembly line" that produces us-family, society, education, examination, talent evaluation, employment security, democracy and legal system, national belief and. This is indeed a question that our post-91s generation and society need to think deeply.

But just as every era has its spiritual color and pursuit, our ancestors advocated "* * * productism". Although they lacked a specific understanding and independent thinking of such an ideal, supported by such an ideal, they worked with one heart and one mind, unswervingly, and created one miracle after another under the difficult conditions of poverty. And our national ideal and spirit continue until now. Have we forgotten the post-91s generation? No. That kind of spirit and realm, that kind of tenacity and fearlessness, that kind of courage and mind have actually passed on and flowed in us like blood. However, as the "post-91s generation", we are also shouldering the mission of reform and innovation, advancing with the times and scientific development, and building our country and homeland into a more prosperous and powerful country. If we still think in the same direction as our parents, or stick to the old ways like them, and use abacus to develop and calculate the ballistic trajectory of new missiles, I think even if we eat chaff and swallow vegetables again, our ragged simplicity will eventually be of no help.

I still like a poem by Chairman Mao: "Count romantic figures and look at the present". As "post-91s", we have no reason to feel inferior, let alone lose confidence. Our motherland should be strong and our nation should be rich and strong. Here we come! Hold your head high and be full of youth!

This is also a kind of strength (Fujian)

Smile, just like a flowing stream, soft and quiet; Smile, just like the hanging crescent moon, bright and bright; Smile, just like the tall and straight pines, has accumulated all kinds of strength ...

If there is one strength that can make people persevere, it is the power of smile; If there is one power that can make people confident, it is the power of smiling; If there is one power that can warm people's hearts, it is the power of smiling!

The sky suddenly fell and the earth shook, and the high-rise buildings instantly became a piece of rubble. How many lives called for help under the rubble. When the PLA soldiers successfully lifted a little boy into a single frame, he smiled gently and saluted the soldiers with his dusty right hand! This is a child's smile, and it is also a hopeful smile of the people in the disaster area for the future. It conveys too much: I am optimistic and strong, and thank all my friends who care about the disaster area. I am fine.

Maybe the little boy didn't think much. He only knew that every day is sunny, and smiling is the best reward for himself.

We like to smile, like the corners of the mouth, like the curved radian, and like the power it conveys.

Olympic volunteers always smile at people of different colors and nationalities on any occasion. This not only shows the elegance of a big country, but also shows the tolerant attitude of the Chinese nation. It is transmitting a kind of power to the whole world, a kind of power to embrace the world!

And those 2118 smiling faces from all over the world also convey the irresistible power of smiles.

I don't need Li Bai's laughter of "Going out with a long laugh, are we people of Artemisia?"; There is no need for the bloody laughter of "I laugh at the sky from the horizontal knife, and I will stay in the two Kunlun mountains"; You don't need the red smile of "riding a princess in the world of mortals and laughing, no one knows it's litchi" ... These smiles are either too wild, too strong and tenacious, or full of charm. And all we need is a shallow smile.

It is easy for people to remember Premier Wen's kind smile, which was a confident smile from his heart. In the face of the financial crisis, he took his time and smiled at the sharp questions of foreign journalists. Like a generation of Confucian scholars, he treats others with gentleness. Isn't his smile also a kind of strength? This is the power of laughter to life!

Smile, just like a torch held high, all over the world and in the blue sky.