The sentimental composition 1 has been very sad recently.
I often have mixed feelings.
The idea of starting school
I am happy again.
Sad again
For some unknown reason
I really want to keep a diary these days.
Want to express my heart in words
But I'm not a writer yet
Words alone can't express my complicated heart.
want to say
But I can't say it.
I wrote a few diaries.
I just can't vent my feelings.
Who can tell me?
That's why. /Why is this?
Want to shout
But I can't shout it out
Want to hit someone?
But before it's realistic.
Always do the right thing with mom.
Mother told me to go east, but I insisted on going west.
Mom said something about me.
I was angry with her.
I hate myself when I see my mother angry.
I don't want this.
But I can't help myself.
What to do?
Mom says I'm getting more and more rebellious.
Said I've changed a lot
I feel different, too.
I used to cling to my mother all day.
Now I don't want to stay at home more and more.
I used to have endless words with my mother.
Now I am mostly silent with my mother.
I used to care about my mother.
Ignore my mother now.
I once said, "I 100 years old, and I will haunt you like this every day."
Mom always said, "Not when I grow up."
I always get "never change, never change"
……
But I haven't said these words to my mother for a long time.
Like mom said, I've changed.
What's wrong with me?
One late autumn morning, I was walking alone on a forest path. What caught my attention was a kind of gold. I feel that autumn has taken a mature step towards us with the joy of harvest. It was like a golden fairy tale, and I became the only visitor in autumn. In the rustling autumn wind, the dead leaves on the trees have fallen. It slowly fell to the ground, making a sad "rustling" sound. Falling leaves! Are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Leaves will not be so short of breath!
Unconsciously, I have reached the end of the road. I saw a clear stream in front of me, and fallen leaves fell on the stream with the wind, just like a golden boat. The stream kept flowing, and the fallen leaves whirled with the tide, starting their long and arduous journey ... Seeing that there was no way out, I simply lay on the luxurious carpet and looked up. There seems to be some green leaves left on the bare branches. Maybe in a few days, this green leaf will fall and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. "Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers." Yes! It is paying its life for the coming year. Falling leaves! Your brilliant life will not end with autumn, because solid seeds have gone to the next spring with your hope. Falling leaves!
You don't have to worry that the bare branches will be frozen by frost, because the tender branches of the past have become ruthless men. Floating leisurely, floating leisurely, and the fallen leaves are still hovering and scattered there. It doesn't seem to be attached to the branches, and it doesn't worry about fate, just looking for its own home. It believes that since its life has an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending.
About sad composition 3: I didn't cry as I thought when I left, and I wasn't as happy as before. It was after the graduation exam that I asked myself several times: "So I graduated?" Then, the question mark became a full stop, and I hurried home. Other students talked and laughed as usual, but we forgot to hold our graduation certificate. ...
Before the summer leaves, the autumn wind begins to touch those leaves. Autumn wind dyed the leaves from green to orange, red and purple with its colorful hands. Everything is wonderful. However, leaves will fall, turn brown, and then become ashes all over the ground-the passage of time is unpredictable.
Last autumn was an equally beautiful autumn. I was separated from some of my classmates because of the placement problem. Fortunately, I am still in this class, and this class has long been integrated with me. I am very happy, and I am secretly happy. But autumn is coming again, which means that the new semester is coming, and I can't go back to high school. ...
When I left, I didn't have the tears I imagined, nor was I so happy before I left. It was after the graduation exam that I asked myself several times: "So I graduated?" Then, the question mark became a full stop, and I hurried home. Other students talked and laughed as usual, but we forgot to hold our graduation certificate. ...
I still miss them often now, and I miss my parents' "friends", and my heart hurts to the extreme. There is always an unspeakable feeling, like losing my soul, and there is a sadness and sadness around me from time to time. Looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, I know that autumn reminds me.
Indeed, that deja vu autumn came, but it also injected new desolation, new loneliness and new thoughts into this land, and also evoked endless joys and sorrows of friends. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Falling red is a sad harmony, and what kind of thoughts and pains are contained in that ancient memory! Isn't the red falling on the ground mourning autumn? It can also be an autumn hymn. It's just that there is a layer of slightly sad poems circulating on the countless sad songs written by Luohong. Who is there? I understand that the separation of trees and leaves is a kind of loss, and what is the sustenance? What kind of grief, and who! How many people have the pain of parting on their cheeks when they know the colorful falling red and desolate falling flowers?
Yes, it's only a moment to lose your life. How many years and how many seasons will the sad parting evolve?
If many people's talents and interests are determined by nature, then I think taste is largely acquired. The living environment and eating habits from childhood will gradually cultivate a person's taste, and then affect his eating habits throughout his life. People often say that a father's eating style will have a great influence on his children's eating habits, and I think the taste of a mother's cooking will determine the formation of a person's taste.
Surrounded by the life of nature in the countryside, all the dishes cooked by my mother are natural raw materials, and all the fresh vegetables are picked from my own garden. Chickens and ducks can also feed themselves. Although it is not rich, it is eaten with relish several times and regarded as a delicious food. There are four distinct seasons throughout the year, and the dishes are the most contemporary. In the early summer, the newly grown potatoes, with fresh soil, have a reddish skin after mud removal, and with the newly fallen eggplant, they are made into eggplant potatoes, which are sticky and delicious. Potatoes are slippery and have a fresh earthy smell. With white rice, two bowls of rice will never beat. When the seasons change and the ingredients are limited, my mother will try to make all kinds of patterns, which will taste and look good. Boil, roast and eat corn, or fork out corn syrup, add seasoning, put a few pieces of corn leaves, steam and eat in the pot, or make corn porridge, put tomato strips, fresh potato pieces and a pot of porridge. In my opinion, I can eat it all even if I burst my belly. There are many ways to eat potatoes, such as shredded potatoes, fried potato chips, all kinds of them, and they can also be used as side dishes. Such as chicken and potato pieces. Although it is not eaten many times, it is very memorable every time. When cooking this dish, my mother will put half a pot of potatoes, but it will not affect the taste of chicken at all. Potatoes also taste like chicken soup. When I was young, my brother and I always scrambled to eat to see who ate more chickens. Mom and dad are there with potatoes. A little older, let mother clip meat, she refused, really not line, just clip a piece with a bone, eating there. No one robbed me when I was older. There were no potatoes left in the pot, and the chicken was still there.
When I was a child, my mother gave me the feeling that there was nothing she wouldn't do. Whenever I go home for dinner, I always get all kinds of happiness at the dinner table. Life is not a surplus, but we feel that there are all kinds of delicious food in life. After the exam, my mother will make me scrambled eggs, which is my favorite. On the day of the exam, my mother will cook fried eggs for us for breakfast. It is rare for eggs to be eaten so completely, and it is not superstition. Whenever I eat this, my heart is full of joy, which can bring good luck. In my opinion, my mother's long-term is more than that, and I dare not even think about it. My mother cooks very carefully. What impressed me most was that when she made bean paste buns, there were many processes. Select new adzuki beans, cook them, dry them in the sun, crush them, soak them in water, peel them with water, dry them in the sun, stir-fry them with sugar into fine bean stuffing, and then steam the steamed bread with the stuffing. It sounds a bit like doing a chemical experiment, but my mother had to be busy for three or four days before and after, and finally made a bean paste bag that my brother and I both liked. Of course, we like stuffing best, but my mother later turned it up, and it's not as big as usual. Haha, so there is a bean paste bag with thin skin and big stuffing, which is made exclusively. My Sweetie tastes delicious and slippery.
As long as I can remember, from childhood to adolescence, I only felt that there was only one person in the world who cooked the best food and loved it the most, so that I went out to stay in school and began to find the food in the canteen unacceptable. Later, slowly, not how many books to read and how many roads to walk, but actually how many books to read and how many meals to eat. After a long time, I saw more and ate more. I know that my mother's cooking, whether it's ingredients or cooking methods, is not as good as the chef's, and the taste is not so rich, sometimes it's a little light. But as I said before, my taste has formed.
I have been away from home for a long time. When I call my mother, I will deliberately praise her for how delicious the food is. She smiled and refused to buy it. When I said how much I wanted to eat her food, I was actually talking about appearances. She knew what I meant. I think I am a foodie, and I want to try my best to taste delicious food wherever I go. Indeed, there are many kinds and choices of food, and you should be able to eat all the special flavors you want. There are all kinds of flavors in the world, delicious, spicy, refreshing and crisp, but I still can't forget the taste of my mother's cooking, which is the source of my taste and develops my taste buds. Warm in the heart will always be delicious.
Think about it, how happy it would be if the other half cooked food for you later, or if you were both foodies!
I want to send this document to my mother and all the women like my mother in the world! Happy holidays!
Night in May
Tonight, the night in May is another night of intermittent insomnia for me. When the soul of the night sprinkles a soft curtain like ink, covering everything in the world, the tentacles of the night are as cold as water, flooding my bedroom. The hour hand of the alarm clock has passed zero, but my sleepiness is nowhere to be found. For me, a night like this has become an ordinary day. I lay in bed, trying to force myself to sleep. Reading, counting, counting sheep ... I tried many hypnosis methods, but they all ended in vain. An inexplicable emotion is tearing at my soul and torturing my body. This kind of mood is like an appetizer, which makes my mood surge in peace and start to be restless. I got up, got dressed, strolled to the window, looked up at the dark blue night sky, blinked, the moon sank, and the wind passed by the window, which was refreshing.
May night, refreshing and warm night, without the chill of spring night, without the unbearable heat of summer night, the weather is beautiful, adding a warm transition from late spring to early summer. I stood at the window in this silent night, lifted the curtain and opened the window. There was a breeze blowing, not the coolness and chill of the spring breeze, not the sultry and humid of Xia Feng. It only has its unique delicacy and gentleness, which tempts me to open my heart.
About sad composition 5. How lonely it is after the winter vacation! For example, the last falling maple leaf before the arrival of winter and the last melting snowflake before the arrival of spring bring people infinite sadness.
Leisure is the best way to describe my present situation. It is because of my leisure that I have time to go out for a walk. Slow and leisurely, leisurely shuttle in the alley.
Still that little windmill, crying long and dead, mixed with what feelings, I don't know. The shops on both sides are arranged in an orderly way, and some of them still have antiques. I didn't care, and hurried away.
It's a bridge, an old bridge and moss. Step on it steadily. The river is flowing and there is no sound, but I can feel it with my nose.
Walking, my legs are a little tired, sit on the steps and relax. I also feel that an old man around me photographed all these people, water, windmills and antiques on the stalls with an old-fashioned black-and-white camera.
About sad composition 6. Fragile words, bleak parting or youthful time, or fleeting time. When the flowers are all over the sky, I look back and smile, and my eyes are like stars. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses travel around the world. At the end of the ancient road, it is either youth or fleeting time.
When the flowers are all over the sky, I look back and smile, and my eyes are like stars.
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses travel around the world.
At the end of the ancient road, there are clouds and smoke all over the sky, and the vicissitudes of life are fascinating, and there is no way home.
The moonlight is shallow, and your figure is blurred.
The piano is melodious, and every bit is in my heart.
Holding hands and looking at each other, I can't see the face fading, the flowers have withered, and people haven't gone far. I will never forget it.
The long bluestone road, heavy emotions, those people, those words, are unforgettable from beginning to end, and the long emotions living in the left atrium suddenly pour out and indulge in it. Time has been passing slowly, dwelling behind it, counting the years we have passed together, and you have been in that most dazzling position. Time flies, from the moment I met you, it really existed. You said, you are autumn, dust and sorrow.
I have always wanted to know what attitude life should take to face life and look directly at society. My heart is broken. How can I stay in a flower affair with such thoughts and entanglements? In the depths of the lonely phoenix tree in the clear autumn, where is the Iraqi? On the way to expectation, did you stop and add trouble?
The footprints of childhood, the glow of twilight, the water of the Yellow River and the water of the Yangtze River have drifted away, and the loneliness and melancholy under the night are recalling the love affairs of the ancients, bleak and parting, crying silently! The river is too long to go east!
At the water's edge, the grass is green and the fog is white. Green grass is lush, white fog is blurred, and people live by the water and snuggle up beside them. Helpless, there are dangerous beaches ahead, and the road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi. Finding the direction seems vague and whispering. Helpless, there are dangerous beaches ahead and the road is tortuous. The grass is green and the fog is boundless. Wan Li's rivers and mountains are still laughing, sighing that the emperor is alone, sleeping alone, and feeling sad and resentful since the lighting month in from a pot of wine among the flowers. Leaning against the fence to see how Gong E asks each other? Far away, Wan Li thought twice, and the dream of selling souls was broken. Where's Nye? What about me?
Playing the flute in the dream, the snow is clear! Spring is still early! Young cows and grass! Twenty-one straights! Baohe Town is near the bridge! Shimen ancient plank road! The grotesque rocks are noisy! Eighty stone steps! Muddy mountain pass! Old school! Every dream comes back! Yellow flowers are everywhere every year! Zhangshu! Dongdong blue brick house! Students are very busy! Strange fate in the wind! Liancheng Mountain! Half of Feiyun! Mountain peaks far and near! Qinling continues Bashan! Look north, look around! Find the other side! Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! Soul gallops in the middle of the night!
Autumn moon is lonely, in a foreign land, with a sigh and a glass of wine to make you laugh. Dream back to the mountain city, you should be disappointed tonight. When it is cold, please remember that there is always someone around, even if there is only a hug or a few words. Never drunk, never awake, dreaming like a dream. Turn around. I just want you to know that I'm here.
I'm used to calling and chatting with you on my way home alone. Your presence has always given me a sense of peace. We have been separated by a heavy computer screen and an invisible communication line, which is far and long. My thoughts are flying, you are far away, but you really appear in my memory. Young, laugh at loneliness, get drunk.
Over time, there is a dream. I think you will finally treat me like a child, between words and eyes. The feelings in your heart are naked in front of you, whether immature or insignificant. The revealed heart is still hot and real.
It rained in the evening and the fog rose. Stop and look, there is no end in sight. On a moonless night, I wrote several birthday wishes for you. Is it raining there, too If not, lend your eyes to help me see the bright moon.
Look at the world with a smile, you are just a simple constellation. Knowing that you will always look at me quietly, happy or sad, make me smile and dance slowly. Standing alone, the flowers fall without trace, gently lift your eyes, and all the warmth is warmth.
Time can't grasp, but it brings you to me. Heavy memories buried me layer by layer. At this point, it immediately became active, I know, and you know it. You said you would watch me happy, and I always smiled and said yes. Now, I want to tell you that please be happy, at least happier than me. No, we all want to be happy, very happy.
With its * * * Tianya lock heart, soul dream forever.
True friendship is always pure and fragile, because it requires nothing and does not depend on anything. All lonely people in the world have also met friendship, but they don't know how to identify and maintain it, and they are broken one by one.
In order to prevent damage, predecessors have thought of many ways.
A hard way is to bind friendship, that is, to form gangs. No matter how grand and powerful the ceremony is, in the final analysis, the gang still does not trust the stability of friendship, so it must use heavy punishment under the oath of blood to eliminate deviation. Faction has turned alienated friendship into an organizational violence, which is exactly the opposite of the original meaning of friendship's freedom and autonomy. I think that once the friendship is bound, it has already begun to deteriorate, because no one can tell, how much of the partner's loyalty comes from the heart and how much comes from the rules. Of course, it's not sincere loyalty or friendship. Even from the heart, how many personal elements are left under the embrace of group action? And lose a person, where can we say friendship? It is not difficult to understand that all combinations that devour individual freedom will inevitably lead to large-scale cannibalism. In history, the vast majority of gangs holding high the banner of friendship have finally become the barren land of friendship, even bloody and barren.
A softer way is to dilute friendship. Similarly, out of distrust of the stability of friendship, we can only use dilution concentration to obtain extension. Can it be broken without being condensed into a solid? "A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water" is a clever statement, which contains wit and helplessness. Unfortunately, it was applied by people who had no wit but no choice. I'm afraid that all the promises can't be fulfilled, so I don't make promises; I'm afraid that all happy encounters can't last, so I didn't make a happy encounter, just kept smiling and nodding in the shadow. Some people also borrowed the mysterious oriental aesthetics to support this attitude: only words can understand; Without a word, it is romantic; I can't find any traces ... in this way, friendship has become a kind of freehand brushwork in ink and wash. However, at this point, what is the difference between friendship and acquaintances? This is not so much maintenance as suffocation, and dying friendship is worse than no friendship, which we all know very well. In the street, an acquaintance politely tugged at the corner of his mouth and handed us an overly reserved smile. Why are we so bored that we would rather turn our heads and say good morning to a statue? At the banquet, a guest extended his hand to show friendliness, but when shaking hands, he extended his finger to show indifference. Why does it make us so sick that we want to wash our hands by the pool?
There is a more vulgar way to paste friendship. Neither cliques nor pretends to be elegant, but greatly reduces the standard of making friends, expands the scope of making friends, and cultivates them harmoniously and widely. I really need friendship, but I don't trust it. I tried to accumulate the dosage to resist the desolation. This is a very tiring thing. I must accept every invitation and respond to every greeting. No one dares to offend. As a result, none of his friends regarded him as a confidant. With such a large catenary, there will inevitably be all kinds of troubles. He doesn't know how to express his position and has no coordination ability. Therefore, his eyes are often erratic, and his tone is flickering, which is inevitably suspected and looked down upon by any party. Most of these people are not bad people and have done nothing wrong. When there is a crack between friends, he sticks to it, and when friends are alienated from himself, he sticks to it. In the end, he also had bitter doubts about this friendship. There is no other way but to stick it in his heart. Always smiling, always in a hurry, but never clear: what is friendship?
The strong bind friendship, elegant downplay friendship, vulgar stick friendship, all in order to prevent friendship from breaking down, but it seems that they are not good methods. The reason may be that these methods rely too much on technical means, and once technical means enter the emotional field, there is always no good result.
In my opinion, in the field of friendship, what we should guard against is not the fragmentation of friendship itself, but the invasion of heterogeneity. Heterogeneity here does not mean differences in the general sense, but confrontation in the fundamental sense. Once invaded, the whole friendship system will undergo a fundamental change, and the consequences will be far more serious than the rupture. Obviously, this is not a technical problem.
Heterogeneous invasion touches an ontological paradox in the field of friendship. Friendship is born without a defense mechanism, which is the problem. After a few cups of strong tea and light wine, we can talk about the past and present for half a night, and then meet each other and become bosom friends. Of course, the so-called intimate friends should also close the door, dare not speak out in front of others, and spit out the inconvenience on weekdays. The darker and more secretive they are, the closer they become. If what you say is decent vernacular, how can you be a bosom friend? If you only treat family chores and short streets as private rooms, how can you behave? So this seems to be a natural fantasy space, where many people and things that are not willing to contact under normal circumstances are twisted together. Facts have proved that once distorted, it is difficult to get rid of it. Why did a wise scholar finally become a traitor because of the visit of several old friends? Why do great entrepreneurs who have never miscalculated go to jail just to show a friend something? What's more, a wrong hand is full of trouble, and a bad friend is involved for half his life, and every step is lost. There are many reasons for these consequences, but one of them must be to tolerate alien invasion for friendship. I was once uneasy, but I was afraid that I would fall into the trap of alienating friends and abandoning friendship. As a result, friendship has become a crutch to ugliness.
From this, it is more clear that we must never take preventing the breakdown of friendship as our goal. If it is broken, let it be broken, without pity; Although there is no break, you should break if you find that the noble essence of your life is seriously damaged. Rodin said, what is sculpture? That is to get rid of those unwanted things on the stone. Our own sculptures should also be chiseled away from those foreign impurities attached in the name of friends. If you don't chisel it off, you won't have a decent self.
For me, these truths have long been understood and many lessons have been learned, but it is still difficult to recognize the heterogeneity before things happen. The only thing I can do now is that when I hear the call of friendship, whether it is a young and enthusiastic voice or an old and kind voice, if I hear a vague whisper and smell a strange smell at the same time, I will stop quietly and stop moving forward.
About Sadness Composition 8 Imposed Responsibility _ The Unbearable Weight of Life.
I feel very tired, because of unequal feelings, others are good to me, and I don't want to pay the same return. Forgive me. I don't believe anyone will be willing to pay without asking for anything in return.
I never expect or want to occupy an important position in other people's hearts, because for me, how good others are to me is more powerful than naive narcissism, which makes me feel a burden. I always think that others are kind to me and expect me to give the same return, but I don't want to owe others, and I can't take it for granted. Even if we have a good relationship, we have to reciprocate or more, and we can't tell who owes whom. Gradually, this relationship has become a heavy burden, and I don't want to take responsibility.
PS: When shopping with friends, I always call at inappropriate times: Where to play? Why don't you play with others? I am waiting for you. Come here quickly.
Suddenly happy mood greatly reduced! !
PS: Having dinner with my old classmates, the phone came: What are you eating? I want to eat! Why don't you take me to eat delicious food with you? Why are you doing this?
Suddenly, looking at the delicious dry pot, my mood became irritable! It's * * *
Sad composition 9, after the exam, I returned to the north school from the south school. Along the way, I saved a lot of leaflets and held them tightly in my hand. Because I said that on the day of graduation, we would fold all the papers into paper planes on the fourth floor and throw them down, even if the teacher who checked the hygiene was punished to clean the huge campus, we would be willing.
Because this is the last time.
When I got back to the classroom, everyone else had already gone back to the dormitory to pack things, and the person who said he would fly the plane with me was not there. I left a thick stack of leaflets in my hand in the empty classroom.
I took the familiar road back to my dormitory. There were so many large-scale activities that I suddenly forgot that this was the last time. About my three years in junior high school, I left forever and never came back.
Oh, those bad days will eventually leave me.
At the corner of the third floor of the dormitory, I was carrying a quilt downstairs, and someone quickly hugged me and burst into tears. I was holding the quilt and embarrassed to be hugged, not sad or happy. I even think this is a very happy photo. Maybe I have been slow to respond, so I didn't remember to write down my feelings until now.
Later, I also went back to the North School, and the security guard at the door turned us away and thought of an excuse to blend in, like a mouse stealing vegetables. The school scenery has not changed, and many unfamiliar photos have been changed in the bulletin board downstairs. Students from North School told me that this is the new teacher in the middle school attached to it. I tried to find some photos that are not unfamiliar, but in vain.
I don't know if the desk where I stuffed a stack of leaflets was used by others, and I don't know if he or she cursed me for being immoral when he or she opened the drawer.
I suddenly remembered Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree"-it was not the petals that fell to the ground, but my withered heart.
About sentimental composition 10 Why?
I sat alone in bed, thinking quietly. Why is our friendship so fragile? Friendship, what is it? Unconsciously, tears flowed from eyes to mouth along cheeks, salty and astringent. I can't remember how many times I cried, but this time it was different. This time I cried for friendship, and I cried silently for friendship.
I don't know when, in the early morning, I can't see the beautiful figure who often stands at my door, hear the cheerful laughter and see the beautiful smile.
Sometimes when we meet at school, we will "tacitly" ignore each other and silently walk past each other. But you know how sad I am.
By chance, your friends told me that you had made enemies with me.
Why? Why on earth? Why do you say this to them? Is our friendship really that fragile
To be honest, I really don't know what I did wrong. ...
There is a strong wind outside and the sky is overcast. The weather has been like this recently, just like my mood, gloomy. It seems that God is beginning to pity me.
Recently, my grandmother seems to know that I am in a bad mood. This evening, grandma took me home to chat. She told me that she had an argument with Xue's father the other day. Later, grandma asked me not to play with Xue, and Xue's father didn't let Xue play with me.
Why should the quarrel between adults involve our children's friendship? It's unfair to us. Knowing the reason, I became more sad.
It turns out that the problem between us is not ourselves. At that moment, I really wanted to make up with you, but I never had the courage to take this step.
The feeling of sadness arises spontaneously, so sad.