Last summer, my mother bought a pair of sandals for my little shoe store. I danced in it all day, but after a few weeks, my shoes broke down. My mother said that there are many shoe repairers on the street, so just take me to have them repaired.
I rode my mother's little electric donkey around the street. Excited little eyes look everywhere. The bustling pedestrians in the street, the cries of vendors, the sounds of bargaining, the horns of cars ... came into my ears one after another. Next to the shoe store, sat an old man in his seventies. That's him, the shoemaker.
My mother parked the car next to the old man and turned to me and said, "Please mend your shoes first. Mom should buy some vegetables first. You wait for me here. "
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I saw a small stool next to grandpa, so I sat down and said to grandpa, "Please help me sew my shoes!" " ! Here, here and here. "He turned to see me, and then turned away. Say, "wait a minute, fix this pair first!" " "I didn't speak. I silently looked at his bronzed face and focused expression. I can't help asking, "Why don't you enjoy your children's happiness at home on such a hot day?" Say that finish, grandpa looked up and smiled at me. That smile seems comforting, but when you look closely, it is full of bitterness. I heard from him that his three daughters are all married and have a good life. Daughters will only bring their children and grandchildren to see him when they have a reunion dinner in the New Year. And my wife, who has been ill in bed for a long time, has not recovered after taking a lot of medicine. Then he told me about his daughter, but I didn't expect the old man who was originally silent to be suddenly opened by me.
"Why don't you move in with your daughters or ask them to send you living expenses?"
Grandpa sighed: "Alas! Let's not go. Going will disturb their lives, and besides, they have too many things to take care of us! " After listening to this sentence, my heart was pulled by something and I twitched quietly. I suddenly remembered my father, who once said to me, "If I am old and can't walk any more, I will drink medicine and die, so don't hold any funeral, just throw me out with a rake." But that's what grandma told dad at the beginning, except that grandma was buried underground. When my thoughts return to grandpa's face again, he will go to repair shoes. I looked at him carefully: rough tools, tattered clothes, white hair, farm shoes sewn many times, bronzed face. At the moment, I really want to hug him.
The shoes have been repaired and mom has come back. I bid farewell to the old man. I wonder if I can see him again in the future.
Time flies. On the solstice of winter, I took my mother's little electric donkey to the streets again. Next to the shoe store, I saw that familiar and ancient bronze face. The old man is still here! My feet are still those shoes, but I have an extra coat. Grandpa was intently aiming at the shoes in his hand, only to see that he hammered with a hammer and sewed with a needle for a while, which was not careless at all. Maybe it's because the weather is too cold, grandpa huddles up and his back is wobbly. Suddenly a cool breeze made my nose sour, and I really wanted to hug him with open arms.
We always live in the noise.
A bustling city is always immersed in glory. I looked up at the dusty night sky, and the faint starlight shed loneliness. Everything is different under the strong light.
Suddenly I miss it. The silent wind is lost in the noise. Through a fog, I seem to see a peaceful world a thousand years ago.
It was a cliff, and the water slowly flowed down from the smooth stone wall, nourishing the small green moss, silently. The golden sunlight swept the treetops and scattered loose spots. The shining beam hangs down from the cracks in the leaves, and the finely divided light has a soft halo. Not far away, the bamboo forest rang gently in the breeze, but it was quiet. The clouds are long and the blue sky seems to be something I haven't seen for a long time.
Suddenly, a few breezes blew and the piano sounded. Looking down, under the pear tree at the edge of the cliff, you can vaguely see the outline of a person. As he approached slowly, his outline gradually became clear, gently gathered and twisted, and the guqin popped out of the ancient water vapor in the south of the Yangtze River, just like the light sound of water drops dripping from lotus petals.
The faint night wind rises, and the fragrance dyes the light strings.
A man's smiling brow is full of drunkenness, but his relaxed temperament makes people feel that he has transcended the world. Take this life to explore all kinds of feelings in the world and see the hustle and bustle of the floating world. Guqin fiddled with him and made a crisp sound. Surprise a pool of spring water, disturb a tree in West Western jackdaw.
You won't get into trouble if you are in a hurry.
"You don't belong here." He said, a shallow smile, calm. "Yes, I want to escape from the noise. It's quiet here. " Answer truthfully if you are caught. Pure white pear flowers slowly fall in the clear ink, with faint ripples and faint ripples. The white flowers were stained with a little ink, leaving a series of shallow traces.
Pears are black and white.
The man looked at the scene quietly and said, "But you still have to go back."
Smiling. There is something worth pondering between the lines, but it seems to have profound meaning.
Can't bear to think much, the man has gradually faded out of sight, and a wisp of Leng Xiang is far away. Or ... I'm getting farther and farther away from the Ning Ran world.
The chaotic sound gradually came back to my ears, and the city with red lights and green wine came into view, with a thick haze in its breath. Under the harsh light, the stars were dim, and an unspeakable sadness poured out. The cool rain buried the glitz in the world, faded the smoky flowers and bloomed in front of us. I seem to understand the smile in the man's eyes when he left. Rain, washed away the dust of the floating world, or washed away those eyes fascinated by the fog. The noise is still the same, but it is quiet.
The pear blossoms outside the window are open alone, pouring out the incomprehensible loneliness in this world.
What is the best love? It is mutual affection, growing old together; Or meticulous care from love to family? Look at my grandparents, I think they have the best love.
Grandma is a child bride and was sold to grandpa's house since she was a child. The affection between them was cultivated by Qian Qian for thousands of days and nights, perhaps reluctantly, but under the weathering of time, she couldn't live without it.
When my grandmother was young, she didn't pay attention to arthropathy for decades. My grandfather does all the trivial things at home. From making a living to paying for daily meals, my grandfather never complained that it is right to take care of a family. In the days when I lived with my grandparents, my grandmother loved to call them old men. It is often heard that where is the old man? The old man went to buy some eggs, and all the eggs at home were gone. When I had to go out, I had to lean against my grandfather's shoulder because my legs were inconvenient to go up and down the stairs. Grandpa's shoulders are like grandma's crutches, and grandma relies on them most firmly. A few years ago, my mother bought them all mobile phones. My grandmother didn't even know her own number, but she could recite grandpa's mobile phone number fluently. I asked my grandmother why, and she said: If there is anything, call the old man and he can solve it.
This quiet life only lasted until my grandfather's cancer recurred. My grandmother gets up at 3 o'clock every day, cooks porridge, rushes to the bus stop and catches the first bus to the hospital. With her legs and feet, people who don't even go out at ordinary times are so busy now, relying on the softest emotions in their hearts. I once accidentally saw grandma struggling to help grandpa turn over in the hospital to make him feel better. My grandmother is 1.5 meters tall, dragging her grandfather's clothes with her hands, stuffing a pillow in the gap between her body and the bed, and then switching to the other side, leaving her lying on her side completely. My grandmother was sweating so hard that she could hardly stand. She looked into grandpa's eyes with tears in her eyes.
That day, we all rushed to grandpa's bed and spent the last time with him. Grandma touched grandpa's gradually stiff cheek with trembling hands and murmured, "I'm not afraid to touch you again." This made everyone present burst into tears in an instant. ...
Over the past year, what grandma often does is sit by the bed and turn over photos to wipe her tears. Writer Zhang Jiajia wrote: Everyone's memory is a sand city. You can only move forward step by step. Grandma walks very slowly, because there is too much nostalgia in that city. Grandpa is grandma's city.
I remember when I was a child, I asked my grandmother why she always called her grandpa. My grandmother smiled: people love and hate each other, so they are just an old man.
Are you happy? Is the mood very depressed? I bought dark chocolate online today, and I like the pure bitterness of dark chocolate. In the end, the taste is a kind of sweetness back to the tip of the tongue! It is said that chocolate can make people feel comfortable, but I am slowly savoring it; It is said that bitter food can make you have a healthy body, and I am slowly feeling my healthy body! My favorite is sports! I am a sports boy!
Exercise makes people produce dopamine, which makes people happy. We feel the power of life in the process of sweating! I am a sports boy. In my spare time, sports have become an indispensable part of my life. This requires us to have enough perseverance to persist!
Bought a sports equipment and exercised at home! But whether it's a treadmill, a walking machine or even an exercise bike ... even simple yoga is technical and a combination of strength and beauty, so I always do warm-up exercises before exercise to improve the exercise effect afterwards!
Walking in a busy park, people still have many kinds of sports, such as Tai Ji Chuan, which I am familiar with, many people choose to run, the square dance that their parents like, and badminton that many young people love ... There are still many kinds of sports, and I like running and Tai Chi, because quiet sports can better reflect a person's state, a person is versatile, and a person can treat everything around him harmoniously and look at everything with an inclusive attitude. I feel less time to blush with my parents after exercise! Maybe this is why I like sports!
I, a boy, like basketball. On a hot day, no matter how hot it is, we will run on the basketball court. More importantly, the charm of basketball is so great that the school's tyrants will gather on the court to cheer for us! More importantly, the school will organize a basketball match with other schools. In a series of actions, such as fighting, running and three-point layup, we can feel the power of competition and strive to maintain inter-school friendship! Do you like basketball too? Let's play together when you are free! Will you join us?
Both students and social workers need exercise! It is said that many old diseases are generally younger, such as diabetes, osteoporosis and hypertension. A good life can really make us suffer less! I like sports. Exercise can improve our physical fitness, improve our cardiopulmonary function and improve osteoporosis ... The body is the capital of our revolution and cannot be destroyed at all. Only exercise can keep our vitality!
In sports, I have made many friends, and we are all like-minded. No matter how stressful life and study are, we must exercise on time!
I am a sports boy, I exercise, I am happy! Come on, let's go!
High school composition 5 is a big country with strong national flavor. Ancient people with lofty ideals have always existed in the long history of China. They are as far away from us as the vast sky. In fact, they have always been with me, influencing China people from generation to generation.
Good wind, with its power, sent me to Qingyun. China was able to get up tenaciously in the ruins of war because the hope of caring for life in central broken walls originated from the national self-confidence infiltrated into the bone marrow and the thoughts and feelings of the ancients in China! China in the past has finally found a real way to govern the country, and it will be more prosperous in the future.
You ask me, where is Honglian?
The ancients were in the history books.
This picture of China's history is a classic that I can't finish reading all my life. From the Yellow Emperor in Yan Di to the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, how many heroes and lofty ideals have grown up, and how many frustrated ancients have grown up? They told us about the hardships of life and war with their own life stories and poems, and also incorporated the way of survival into them, inspiring countless literati and warning future generations to take fewer detours. It makes sense that China's vigorous development cannot be separated from this interesting picture.
Red-violet is celadon in a jade plate.
In ancient times, Changnan was famous for making porcelain and exported overseas through the Silk Road, hence the English name China of China. A piece of porcelain is not only a work of art, but also a symbol of spiritual civilization of a dynasty. It gave birth to the craftsman spirit of a big country and also reflected the rise and fall of a dynasty. We must admit that so far, all kinds of treasures have been forgotten. It may be displayed in a museum on the other side of the ocean, or it may breathe in the cellar of an unknown collector. The way they robbed is self-evident. Looking at the porcelain in the museum, I am half happy and half regretful. It is precisely because of exquisite craftsmanship that it will remain immortal, but it is precisely because of this that it has always been coveted by others. Everyone has a love of beauty, but after all, it is the painstaking efforts of our ancestors, and it will definitely take root.
Where is Honglian? If you haven't solved the puzzle, close your eyes and hold your breath, you will realize that the ancients are in the heart of everyone in China. ...
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant in spring, the sun is burning in summer, the air is crisp in autumn and the snow is white in winter. Everything in nature always makes us happy. We are always talking with others, wandering in the conversation and experiencing a different kind of excitement. Laugh in your imagination, tell others your secrets and share your happiness, just because you open your heart.
In the process of growing up, difficulties always like to stick to you, but happiness and happiness are also your good partners. You will get exercise from difficulties and a knowing smile from happiness. The exam is red, naughty tears like to kiss your cheek, and the poor heart can only bear it silently. Looking up at the starry sky and praying for an answer, the stars are shining with bright eyes and ask you, "Have you worked hard?" Of course I know. I'm defending myself. A gentle breeze can blow away the heat, why can't it blow away my unhappiness? Sunlight can evaporate water, why doesn't it evaporate my tears? Go on holiday happily and leave me alone. What should I do? Haha, of course, you should bask in your heart with your best friend, otherwise it will be bad to keep it in your heart. Sadness still needs to be shared. Don't be afraid of embarrassment, hide those shy and inquiring eyes. Show your smile and appear with bright sunshine. Hold out your hands and hold on to friendship. Give the key to your heart. Let friendship witness this wonderful moment.
The starry sky is bright tonight, and the quiet world around you doesn't make you feel a little sleepy. Teeth will come out from time to time to see the moon, because you smiled. Your eyes betrayed you. It tells the stars that you have a very happy thing. The stars are waiting quietly, and so is the moon. They are afraid to disturb your happy time. I saw you excited. You are surrounded by happy spirits. Maybe you got full marks in the exam, or maybe you finally worked out a difficult calculation problem. The stars and the moon have heard your complaints, and they seem to understand your feelings.
In fact, there are some people around you who care about and love you. You can't forget them! Find them, show your happiness, and let everyone's teeth absorb enough sunlight. Are you a little shy at this time? Look, your face looks a bit like a flower. By the way, not in the face, in the heart. That's a friend's affirmation of your achievements.
Listen, what's there? Have you ever heard someone crying with you when you were crying, or heard someone happier than you when you were laughing? If so, congratulations, your heart is no longer lonely, and pain and happiness are shared with you. Friends, open your heart and make your life more colorful!
Is the Mid-Autumn Festival only about eating moon cakes? I can't help asking myself this question.
When I was very young, I thought the best thing about Mid-Autumn Festival was eating moon cakes. But now that I am grown up and sensible, I really hope that on this day, the whole family can sit together and form a circle to talk about affection and hope together. Instead of doing your own thing, you don't have time and energy to have a good reunion dinner together.
This year, our family can finally reunite for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Finally, my father stopped traveling, leaving only the two of us; Finally, it's not my mother who works overtime, but the two of us.
On this Mid-Autumn Festival, I had a good time, as if my parents had returned all the happiness they "owed" me in previous years.
At that moment, I felt that I was the happiest and luckiest person in the world. That night, my whole family sat in the moonlight, eating moon cakes and enjoying the moon. At that second, the moon seemed to wave to us, as if celebrating our family reunion. The tree waved her flowing long hair as if to say with a smile, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" " "Ants are holding our leftovers, as if to say to us,' We are going home to eat moon cakes! ""Just as I was immersed in this quiet thing, suddenly a bee flew down and surrounded us. It seemed to say "I want to eat moon cakes, too", so it flew to my arm quickly, but I didn't have time to dodge. At this time, my father quickly picked up the insecticide, but he still finished that step-I was stung by a bee. Tears welled up in his eyes at once, and his father had no time to think about it. He came back to help me get the ointment, which relieved my pain a lot.
Seeing my father sweating, I couldn't help laughing, because I saw my father in such a hurry that he seemed to be stabbed, and then I felt a warm current flowing in my heart-that was my father's love.
No matter how expensive the Mid-Autumn Festival is, no amount of gifts can catch up with the phrase "I'm back". Even now, with such advanced communication equipment and video, it is not worth seeing once.
So I understand that the significance of Mid-Autumn Festival is not only to eat moon cakes, but also to get together. As long as we get together, even if we chew the corn in our mouth, it feels like the most fragrant food.