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Author: Qian Ying was published on August 3, 2003114: 24:15, and has been read 484 times.
It turns out that when people grow up, they have no time to look at the clouds in the sky. ...
I only remember that when I was young, I always felt that the sky was very high. Now I don't have this kind of depression. The boundless sky is so blue, blue! Clouds will drag their slender tails as they drift by, as if to disperse, but they will close with the clouds behind them at the moment of squinting; Together, and then spread out, intermittent in the vast sky, so free and unrestrained. Later, I went climbing in Huashan with some friends. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, white clouds linger like ribbons on the top of the mountain, such a beautiful and light Shu Ran; But there is no sadness in my heart. My long hair flutters in the wind with my young thoughts, my mood flies with my dreams, and my desire continues to the top of the mountain with my tireless steps. I just want to catch those clouds and bind my lonely heart when I was a child! I only climbed up a mountain panting, only to see that the cloud belt has been wound around another farther and higher mountain, so far away! The first time I tasted "through these clouds, how can I tell?" , but towards which corner of the mountain ",I am very helpless. A classmate joked, "Aren't you the cloud that lingers in the mountains?" Smile through tears. A young heart never knows how to be depressed. Everything is like floating clouds, floating across the heart is so light and smart! Later, I was destined to meet the cloud again at the top of Mount Tai, but my heart was mixed! Snow is dancing in Mount Tai, snow is singing and clouds are dancing. Is that cloud the spirit of snow? Looking up, white clouds rolled in the distance; Bow your head, the sea of clouds is surging; Around me, clouds are like dreams. The clouds in the distance can be imagined, and the clouds under the mountain can be understood. Only the clouds floating quietly around me can't catch it, and tears can't help but flow!
It turns out that when people grow up, they are not busy looking at the clouds in the sky, but afraid of seeing the beautiful scenery like clouds and dreaming misty dreams! There have been many days when I closed the curtains to separate the complicated sea of the world from the outside world. At this time, only writing accompanied me. The floppy disk is gradually filled with some depressed words when I am confused or happy. After those words, I never dared to read them again, just like I was afraid to face some uncomfortable past! Only you can understand how the past days came, as if you should do nothing. After denying yourself in this way, the tears in my heart actually moistened my eyes. Anyone with a sensitive mind naturally likes to tell his heart with a pen, as if only a seemingly Mu Na word can string together a string of heartstrings; People who choose words to express themselves are destined to feel the pain more directly than others, and they are also destined to live harder than others. Just like floating clouds in the sky, they chose to wander and float from the beginning.
Those beggars are prostrate on the ground, their faces deeply buried in their bodies, and their whole bodies cling to the ground, and they can't see their humble expressions, clothes that can't distinguish colors, dirty feet and hands; I don't like standing in the street staring at your beggars like flies, but when I see those beggars who are quietly in harmony with heaven and earth, my heart seems to be tightened. I can't imagine that such begging can finally get a big house. I can only say that there is no cowardly soul hidden under their humble form! It is also a cloud, just floating in different spaces.
Everyone in this world is begging, crawling on the ground, begging for the most basic life; And the seemingly decent people standing are begging, aren't they?
Begging for rights, money and love in different ways and moods, isn't everyone a floating cloud that floats across the world occasionally? Then why should we be surprised by the journey of the cloud? Wouldn't it be better to let nature take its course? Writing here, I can't help but lift the curtain, but only see the thick gray clouds and the lasting bright sunshine in the depths, just like the depression that can't penetrate the soul!
Sometimes, you can't see the clouds. At this time, you can only let the clouds in your heart slide gently, and your heart is as dull as Schumann's music at the moment ~ ~ ~
The feeling of growing up
Sheng Qiao Middle School in Jinjiang City, Fujian Province C 1 1 36227 1 Cai Yachun
Time is passing, the times are progressing, everything is updating, and I am growing. It is a transition of life, from childish to mature, from naughty to quiet. However, it has all kinds of flavors, just like a five-flavor bottle-
ferment
Alas! Alas! ! Alas! ! ! A wonderful weekend, I want to make tea and chat with Duke Zhou. Who knows there is a "Cheng"-little cousin. There is a simple reason. Famous fashion shops have big discounts on weekends. Mom and aunt are rushing to "snap up", dragging their tails is too much trouble. I happen to be a "volunteer nanny".
"Sister, I want to draw." ...... "I want to write." ...... "I want to eat." ..... alas! I really thought I was a reprint of Wu Zetian! The "emperor" is full of airs, and he wants wind and rain.
"I tell you, you'd better listen to me. If you make any more noise, you will never finish eating. " It's very kind of my cousin to make me, who has always had a good personality, suddenly have an impulse to "kick my ass".
"Hum! If you are fierce again, I will break your things. " My cousin grabbed the glass bottle on the table, dropped it on the ground and broke it with a bang. Oh, dear, it took me a week to finish this smokeless candle. The fire mountain in my heart finally broke out. Willy-nilly, I rushed over and "sprayed" my gas on my little cousin. At the same time, my mother came back, and my little cousin squeezed out two lines of tears and ran to find her mother to "complain." He also embellished it by saying that I called her "flat" her. My mother slapped me in the face and scolded me, "You! You are so old that you have the cheek to hit your sister. When you are so old, let me teach you a lesson. " I touched the burning scar on my face and froze. Tears are like broken beads, I can't stop. Hey! This is the feeling of growing up-acid.
sweet food
"27、28、29、30。 Hooray! In a few days, when 35 yuan is full, I can buy a new book bag. "I giggled at the piggy bank while counting money. Hey hey! That schoolbag is new, and there is a small alarm clock ticking on it. At this time, hey! Proud as you are, my friends must be by my side all day. ...
"Daughter, mom wants to talk to you." It was my mother who called me.
"What's the matter? Mom, you know what? I will buy a new schoolbag soon. " I jumped and shouted.
Mother listened to my words, her face was sad and her brow was almost knotted. I'm so confused. Suddenly, my mother said, "Do you know? More than 120 students in the disaster area can't go to school. You can help a child for a year by donating 50 yuan. " My mother's eyes kept staring at me, as if she had some intention. I turned my head several times and finally understood. My mother made me reluctantly give up what I loved and turned my schoolbag into a donation. But ... no, the people in the disaster area need help more. I should help them, but that schoolbag ... hey, buy it next time!
"Mom, I decided to donate the money." It's a little hard to say. "Good daughter, really grown up, grown up!" Ha ha! My mother's words gave me great encouragement. This is the feeling of growing up-sweet.
difficult
It's over! My weekend is over again. Don't get me wrong, it's not my little cousin who came here this time. There is another reason: my mother always thinks that I should learn to do housework when I grow up, so as not to "get into the kitchen and get out of the hall" in the future. Insist that I be the "master" for one day.
Do it! Although I can't, I will show my mother what I can do anyway. Let's start with breakfast! Breakfast is porridge fried dough sticks, which can be bought downstairs, simple! Ha, it turns out that housework is so simple, why is my mother so lazy, and she still makes me do such a small job, really. However, things are not as simple as I thought, and the bitter days have just begun. ...
"wow! No way! Washing clothes, boiling water, transporting coal and paying electricity bills only take one morning. " I broke my fingers and complained over and over again. Hey, one at a time! Washing clothes, there is nothing clean for a long time; Boil water, a pot of boiling water will leave half a pot; Moving coal, coal didn't move a few, but it became Xiaohua Mall; Not only did I fail to pay the electricity bill, but my foot was broken. Hey! This is the feeling of growing up-bitterness.
Growth is actually like a five-flavor bottle, which contains various flavors; Like a palette, there are various colors, waiting for you to try and experience!
Topic: I have grown up.
Wang Yuanyuan, Chen Nan Middle School, surabaya county, Shandong Province
When I was a child, I often snuggled up to my grandmother, who kindly said to me, "Yuanyuan, you are going to grow up!" " Help grandma share some burdens when she grows up. "I asked innocently," Grandma, what burden should I share for you? ""When I grow up, help me with my work and housework. " Grandma said with some sighs, and I nodded obediently.
At the age of six, I was able to do a lot of work, helping my grandmother sweep the floor, cook, wash clothes and grind noodles. I do a lot of work every day, but I never complain, because I know I live in an incomplete family with three members: grandma, uncle and me. We are old and young. Grandpa died young, grandma was old, uncle was disabled, and the burden of family fell on grandma.
I have never enjoyed maternal love since I was a child. My grandmother brought me up. Seeing other people's mothers love her children so much, I can't help crying. How I want to have a mother and get her love, but God is unfair.
Once, I had a strange idea: Why didn't I have a mother? I'll ask grandma. She seems speechless after eating lead. I am willing to beg, "Go ahead, Grandma." Grandma said softly, "I can't cry if I say it." I readily agreed, and grandma slowly spat it out: "Yuanyuan, bring it here ...", "Grandma, stop it, I understand." Tears welled up in my eyes. That night, I thought a lot and finally figured it out. I must study hard and repay my grandmother's kindness. From that moment on, I became strong. I learned to be independent. I have learned more and done more work than anyone else.
At home, I get up early every day to fetch water, feed pigs and do farm work. Later, I went to school. At school, I am a student who loves learning. Listen carefully in class, study hard after class, and be willing to help classmates. The teacher elected me monitor. Every day I am always the first to go to school, clean up, organize students to study, and go to work in the fields after school. Once when I came home from school, the teacher assigned a lot of homework. Before I could write, I went to the field to pick up melons and dry them. I didn't come back until evening. I was so tired that I fell asleep. The next day, I was severely criticized by the teacher because I didn't finish my homework, which gave me a great shock. I must make time to study.
I often see children my age who are well fed and well dressed and don't work at all. I want to shout at the sky: "Why is my fate like this?" Once I saw my neighbor's children eating fried dough sticks, so I cried for grandma with tears. Grandma said to me, "Yuanyuan, grandma is sorry for you. Our family is poor. You can't dress well and eat well ..." Seeing grandma's sad appearance, I suddenly felt guilty and cried and said, "Grandma, I don't want it. I don't want it."
Another time, my pants were scratched. I didn't tell grandma when I went home, so I took the needle money and sewed it myself. Inadvertently, the needle pierced my hand and bled. I don't call it pain because I want to be a strong girl.
Although many peers have never done or experienced these things, I will not compare with others, because I am sensible, I will share the burden of my grandmother, and I will do my filial piety.
The road ahead is still long, and there may be more difficulties ahead, but no matter how difficult the road is, I will face life with a smile and try my best to show my grace, because I have grown up gradually.
Topic: dining table? life
Lv Yunshan, Class 7, Grade 2, Laiwen Middle School, Shunchang County, Fujian Province
Life is like a dining table. Although the dishes above are colorful and changing every day, the protagonist is still the dining table, but the dining table remains the same. Isn't life like this?
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On the boulevard, the sun shines through the leaves and scatters its own shadow on the road. many-hued is beautiful and lively. In the distance, two figures moved this way. Near, near, one is wobbly, white-haired, wrinkled like a knife, and there are a lot of white beards, giving people a sense of wisdom; The other is a young man with heavy eyebrows and big eyes, but a sad face, looking haggard and tired.
"Grandpa, you brought me here because you have something to say to me, right?" The young man spoke.
"Baby, grandpa knows that you've been making trouble everywhere recently. Grandpa is a farmer and a lout, and he doesn't understand those principles, but he only wants you to go to his house for dinner this time. Baby, let's go. "
The young man was silent and just nodded slightly. An old man and a young man walked on.
Not far away, a wooden house looks particularly lovely, warm and charming against the backdrop of Parthenocissus tricuspidata.
Father and grandson walked to the hut. The old woman in the hut heard footsteps and went outside. She said to the old man, "Why are you so slow?" ? My meal is all ready. Come on in, it will get cold soon. Come on, don't dawdle. There is no lack of concern in the tone of "blame. The old man smiled and went in with his grandson.
The old man said to the woman, "Wife, you serve slowly today, remember?"
"Remember, I understand!"
The grandson sat on the stool, and the woman brought out a bowl of food.
The old man said, "honey, you always feel like a supporting role recently, don't you?" I know how you feel. Come on, let's eat vegetables first. "
The woman brought out another bowl of vegetables, and the grandson said, "Grandma, why bother? Why not serve all the dishes at once? "
"You will understand later."
Going back and forth several times, the food on the table is finished and served, and the food on the table is gone. The old man said, "Baby, did you see it?" Life is like this. Things around you, people around you, are changing every day. Like vegetables, they all passed by in a hurry, couldn't keep their position, and finally disappeared. And you, like this table, although the dishes on it are various and delicious, the table keeps itself and is not influenced by the outside world, understand? "
After listening to the old man's words, the grandson was enlightened and repeatedly said, "Grandpa, your meal has taught me the truth of life: self-defense is the secret of success." Grandpa stroked his beard and smiled with relief.
Sun Tzu went back alone and walked on the road. The setting sun shone obliquely on him and on his heart. His sad face disappeared and his face was filled with a faint smile. He said to himself: Life is really like a dining table.